Chapter 504: You're Saying He's Gervas?

"Which earl's family? I'm fairly familiar with the earl families of the Eastern Region—I might be able to mediate for you. Even if I can't get them to leave, at least I can make them show some respect and avoid causing trouble in the town!"

At that moment, Viscount Pat suddenly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Andrew had no more time to dwell on the humiliation he'd suffered from Pat's second son.

He realized this matter truly depended on Viscount Pat: "Viscount Pat! Then I beg you to help! I'm genuinely afraid these noble families will do something terrible in Springtown!"

"If Viscount Pat can lend a hand, I have a pound of beast meat as a token of gratitude!"

Pat thoroughly enjoyed this feeling, nodding in satisfaction: "Very well! Baron Andrew, since we're neighbors, I'll do my best for you. Prepare some fine food—we'll go together now!"

Thus, Andrew hurriedly ordered his servants to bring along some delicacies, then departed with Viscount Pat toward the castle gates.

"Not from the Eastern Region? A nobleman from the Capital?" On the way, when Pat learned it wasn't an Eastern Region noble party, his brow furrowed slightly.

If it were from the Eastern Region, he naturally knew them and could speak with them.

But if they came from elsewhere, he likely wouldn't know them at all.

In that case, communication would be difficult.

Of course, on the Eastern Region's social circuit, he knew many high nobles—he could perhaps leverage other earls to make connections.

He didn't have to be like Andrew and other low-ranking barons, with no chance at all to even establish ties.

"Viscount Pat, I truly beg you to help. Look, that earl's party is so large—if they truly stay in town tonight, who knows what damage they'll cause!" Andrew noticed the hesitation and was determined not to let Pat back out.

"Fine! Even if they're not from the Eastern Region, I'll go speak for you!"

"Thank you so much, Viscount Pat!" Andrew expressed his gratitude once more.

Thus, the group quickly arrived at the town, then headed north, and soon encountered the earl's party waiting to enter.

At first glance, the golden griffin banner and the two hundred elite cavalry immediately drew everyone's attention.

Both Andrew and Pat couldn't help but be stunned—only a noble family with deep resources could field two hundred elite cavalry.

Even Pat, who prided himself on his status, now flickered with unmistakable envy in his eyes.

"Andrew, wait here. I, as a viscount, will go forward and greet them on your behalf!"

"Yes! Thank you so much, Viscount Pat!" Andrew was more than happy to agree.

So Viscount Pat stepped forward alone by several meters, arriving before Migen and the others.

In fact, Migen had already spotted Andrew and was preparing to approach him.

But Pat spoke first: "Gentlemen, I am Pat, lord of the neighboring Pat Viscountcy. I've just learned your earl's party is passing through Baron Gail's territory!"

"Therefore, I come on behalf of Baron Gail to extend greetings and offer some delicacies—please, gentlemen, enjoy!"

Pat's demeanor now held none of the arrogance he showed toward minor nobles—only humility and courtesy.

"Viscount Pat?" Migen froze. If he remembered correctly, wasn't this the former lord of Knight-Leader Lei Meng?

After all, they all knew clearly how Lei Meng had been rescued by their lord.

Migen immediately forgot his intention to greet Baron Andrew—something far more important demanded his attention now.

"Yes, Sir Knight, may I ask you to announce us? We wish to pay our respects to the Earl!"

Pat felt a faint unease—the knight's gaze at him was strange.

But he thought better of it—he'd never met these knights before.

"Viscount, please wait a moment—I'll go inform them!" Migen said nothing more, nodded, and swiftly headed toward his lord's position.

Seeing this, Viscount Pat's heart leapt with joy—he stepped back several meters and returned to Andrew's side.

"Viscount Pat, how did it go?"

"With me handling it, what could possibly go wrong? The knight has agreed to announce us to the Earl!"

"When you meet the Earl, Andrew, be courteous. I believe he won't give us trouble."

"Thank you, Viscount Pat! I will never forget your help!"

"Hah! I already said it—we're neighbors!"

"Viscount Pat is here too?"

Meanwhile, Gervas received Migen's report and turned to Lei Meng beside him.

Lei Meng stiffened, his eyes first flickering with pain, then growing complex.

"My lord, perhaps I should step away for now and return later?" Lei Meng requested.

"No! Lei Meng, I am now an earl! If I still need you hiding like this, what good is my earldom?"

Gervas understood Lei Meng's thought—he wished to spare Gervas embarrassment.

But that was when he was lowly, with no power to choose.

Now, as a true earl, he had no reason to let Lei Meng hide anymore!

"Come! Let's go forward!"

Thus, Gervas led everyone forward.

"They're coming!" Moments later, Viscount Pat and Andrew tensed—the group from the opposing cavalry line emerged.

Clearly, the earl's party's master had arrived.

They barely had time to glance at the central figure—a man clad in an exquisitely luxurious silk ceremonial robe.

The robe was so opulent that even Viscount Pat had only seen such a thing, never worn one.

Pat dared not delay—he immediately bowed low: "Your Grace, the Earl!"

Seeing Viscount Pat so cautious, Andrew didn't dare look longer—he quickly glanced and bowed: "Your Grace, the Earl!"

Gervas looked at the two men bowing before him, a hint of helplessness crossing his face.

Now things had gone too far—he'd clearly overplayed the joke.

He wondered whether his father would later whip Migen severely.

Migen, seeing Gervas glare at him, immediately shrank his neck.

After glaring at Migen, Gervas didn't dare delay: "Father, it's me!"

The two men before him froze.

"Father? What father? What does that mean?" thought Viscount Pat.

He had no idea what those words meant.

But Andrew stiffened—he recognized the voice.

He unconsciously lifted his head slightly—and instantly froze: "You... you... Little Gervas?"

If not for the face before him, so familiar he knew it by heart,

Andrew wouldn't have dared to recognize him.

After all, that luxurious robe—rumored to cost over a hundred gold coins—embroidered with gold and silver threads.

And the entourage, the way everyone surrounded him—it was the full display of a great noble's procession. How could their own Gervas possibly have such a retinue?

What Gervas?

As Andrew stood frozen, Viscount Pat finally realized something—he lifted his head.

He glanced at Andrew, then studied Gervas closely.

"Andrew, you're saying... he's... Gervas?"