nyslfriends Chapter 251 Old Aristocracy
Chapter 251 Old Aristocracy
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Just as a dozen or so minor nobles were showering Richard with praise, they were suddenly interrupted by a deep, beastly roar.
The voice came from the scorpion-tailed lion beside Lawrence.
The Star-level monster had raised its head at some point, its golden beast eyes staring directly at the unicorn beneath Lucy, emitting a low, gurgling growl.
There was no hostility in the voice, but there was an undisguised irritability and impatience, as if it had been provoked by something.
"Feel sorry."
Lawrence patted its neck to signal it to be quiet, but the lion's growls not only did not stop, but grew even louder.
"The rye I fed it this morning might have gotten a little damp; it's still angry with me."
Upon hearing this, Darian's face twitched, and he immediately leaned over, gave a thumbs-up, and exclaimed in praise:
"My lord, you actually feed your warhorses Venus rye? Truly befitting the Golden Lion, such extravagance is truly enviable!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding minor nobles echoed his sentiments.
"Yes, yes, I'm lucky if my Ironmane Bear gets five kilograms of Silver Star Rye a month, I wouldn't even dare to dream of feeding it Gold Star Rye."
"Hundreds of years ago, the Golden Lion ancestor rode a scorpion-tailed winged lion to conquer other races, and was renowned for his prowess. I never expected that this generation of Golden Lion would capture another one. I can only say that Lord Lawrence possesses the extraordinary style and spirit of the first Golden Lion!"
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Hearing the compliments from these minor nobles, Lawrence's gaze swept intentionally or unintentionally over the unicorn beneath Lucy, and he said calmly:
"The great achievements of our ancestors have been passed down to me in this generation, and all that remains is this bloodline. But..."
He paused, then smiled and said, "Nobility values heritage and tradition; some things can't be rushed."
These words were spoken casually, but the implication was self-evident.
Chiffon cake is just a newly emerging trend. Without a lineage or historical foundation, can it last long by relying solely on its current popularity?
Established families often have a history spanning hundreds of years, with some even dating back over a thousand years.
In the long river of time, compared to what can be passed down, personal power is nothing.
Dozens of war mages?
Decades later, it will just be a pile of bones.
A unicorn as a gift?
It is rare, but frankly speaking, it is just a mid-level extraordinary monster. If you don't send it away, you can't raise it to a higher level!
Look at Frost, it's also a viscountry, but it only has one commander of the Frost Knights, a Lan Yue-level. Isn't that because of insufficient resources?
Moreover, many nobles are particularly particular about one thing.
--Bloodline talent.
The ancestors of the Golden Lion family possessed the power of a lion-transformed beast, which could intimidate demons of the same level and also exert a certain degree of suppression when facing extraordinary beings of the same level.
Let's take a look at chiffon cake.
The wolf has no bloodline talent, and Richard, the second son, could never have one either, otherwise he wouldn't have been expelled.
Therefore, in the minds of many nobles, beneath the surface glamour of chiffon cake lies nothing at all.
As for his innovation in farming techniques and his apparent improvement of war magic, these two can also be attributed to his personal greatness.
It might increase farmland output a little, but that's about it. After all, the viscount's fiefdom is only a thousand square kilometers in total, and it's located in the desolate north.
Everyone here is a lord, and they are extremely sensitive to the land. It's obvious without even thinking that the actual area where chiffon cakes can be grown is pitifully small.
Like a chaotic forest, let alone more than 2,000 square kilometers, even if you were given 100,000 square kilometers, what difference would it make? If it were truly valuable, would it be Qi Feng's turn to occupy it?
There's no need to thank Richard for improving farming techniques, since everyone paid real money for it.
Since Richard dares to sell, this technology is no longer his exclusive domain. Everyone has it, so what's so special about it?
The reason why the Wolf Strider is so strong is not because the basic fiefdom of the Earl's Territory is three thousand square kilometers, but because it has the support of the Dark Moon, which has allowed the Wolf Strider to reach its current level.
Throughout history, the Benlang people have raised wolves, but since the passing of their ancestor, they have rapidly declined, leaving only a weak earldom.
This generation of Wolves is the same.
Griffin may seem very powerful, carrying royal decrees to kill nobles everywhere, but that's because Star knows that once Darkmoon's support is cut off, the Wolf is nothing special.
If the royal family wanted to cut off foreign support for the nobles within its borders, wouldn't that be easy?
In other words, whichever noble the Dark Moon and the Golden Forest behind it support, that noble will become the next Wolves.
Xingchen turns a blind eye to many things because he genuinely doesn't care; time will eventually wear down those self-righteous lords.
Just like the language of the Star Clan.
—When the sun sets and the moon rises, only my stars remain eternal!
Throughout the history of the empire, there have been families that shone brighter than the stars, yet they too fell like shooting stars.
A moment of brilliance is nothing to worry about; this is the confidence of a thousand-year-old empire.
In the royal decree announcing the conquest of the Cape Region, Frostfollicle was rewarded with one million gold coins, one thousand sets of magical equipment, and one hundred Iridium crops.
Did it mention wolves?
The twenty-odd territories that Griffin seized after slaughtering the extravagant lords were considered his reward.
Under the system of one clan, one city, even if the Wolf Warriors have a larger number of vassals, they are still within the territory of the empire!
The upper limit is locked!
The nobles admired Griffin's skill and intellect, but that was based on him personally; they were actually quite indifferent to the Wolf family.
Ultimately, what old aristocratic families value most is the power that can be passed down to the next generation; everything else is secondary.
The wolf is like that.
The same applies to chiffon cakes!
Actually, Lawrence was initially reluctant to come because he was an earl, while Chiffon was merely a vassal of the Wolf.
Although this generation of Golden Lions is indeed weaker than Swift Wolf in terms of strength, they are of the same status.
His presence at Chiffon's opening ceremony subtly diminished his status compared to Benlang.
Even though chiffon cakes are all the rage lately, rules are rules. Besides, which noble family's ancestors didn't make great contributions?
No one gets their earldom by selling their body!
If it weren't for Melanie's constant encouragement, saying that a high-ranking noble like him was needed to make a good impression, and also because she needed to help someone with a matter, he wouldn't have bothered to come.
Otherwise, among the dozen or so nobles present, how come he was the only count?
...
Melanie understood the implication in Lawrence's words, but just smiled awkwardly. She didn't understand why he would say such things out of the blue.
Paul, meanwhile, was adjusting the reins of the snow deer, seemingly oblivious to everything, as were the other minor nobles.
Lucy, of course, noticed it too.
She gently tucked the unicorn's side and slowly approached the scorpion-tailed lion.
The unicorn's four hooves were ablaze with white flames, and its crystalline horn shimmered with a faint halo in the morning light.
The scorpion-tailed winged lion took a step back, its wings tightly folded, its tail stinger drooping, and the low growl in its throat turned into a soft whimper that was almost a sob.
Although the unicorn's combat strength is only at the intermediate level of extraordinary, it is a legendary divine beast, and the sacred aura emanating from its bloodline is comparable to that of a dragon!
Scorpion-tailed Pteranodon?
It's just a yellow-haired stray cat with chicken wings!
The unicorn showed no sign of provocation; it simply stood there quietly, not even glancing at the scorpion-tailed lion.
Elegant and composed.
Just like its mistress.
Earl of the Golden Lion's expression stiffened, while Lucy smiled slightly, her voice clear and polite.
"Earl Lawrence, it's getting late, let's get going."
She didn't mention the warhorses, nor did she respond to what she had just said, but it was precisely this nonchalant indifference that was more embarrassing than any rebuttal.
Because frost is so special!
Frost City is a key border town jointly funded by the royal family and Frostfox, responsible for overseeing the Arctic Sea and guarding the empire's borders.
Although the title was only viscount, Frost's status was never measured by the rank of the title.
This confidence allowed Lucy to face no high-ranking nobles other than Frostfox and Stardust without having to bow her head!
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Lawrence waved his hand expressionlessly and tugged at the reins.
"Let's go then."
His tone was so flat that it lacked any emotion.
The scorpion-tailed lion roared and flew towards the Black Pine Forest first, followed closely by the four golden lion knights who each urged their mounts on.
Melanie watched the Golden Lion's departing figure, raised an eyebrow slightly, and leaned close to Lucy, whispering:
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Lucy reached out and smoothed her wind-blown hair, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"What are you talking about? I was just saying hello to him."
To establish authority.
Because she knew very well that without Lawrence's secret instigation, what courage would that yellow-haired wildcat have to roar at its own unicorn?
Ah!
Although I don't know what the other party wants, since they've come, I can't let them embarrass me.
After saying that, she stroked the unicorn's long neck and, along with several Frost Knights, headed towards the Black Pine Forest.
Paul shrugged at Melanie and raised the reins of his warhorse.
"Let's go too."
The dozen or so nobles present looked at each other in bewilderment, then led their large entourage away.