Chapter 41 The Self-Righteous Brandon
Brandon was the youngest son of the Lord of Hyratos and the envoy to Eldoria this time. He was quite large, weighing at least 170 or 180 pounds, and his short stature made him look like a meatball.
He didn't want to come at all. If it weren't for his father, he would never have set foot in this barren land of Eldoria.
Look at those people tearing down houses. Winter was just around the corner, and it wasn't very smart to do this now.
It took at least seven or eight days to build a house, even a simple wooden one, let alone one made of bricks or with a mud wall.
Brandon shook his head. He had already labeled the Eldoria Lord as a foolish noble.
He was worried about the task his father had given him. Brandon suddenly thought of the information about the new Lord of Eldoria. There was no need to worry; the task would be completed quickly.
The information showed that the former Lord of Eldoria, Carter, sold his title and land to a merchant named Henry for thirty gold coins' worth of goods.
This kind of scheme wasn't a secret among the nearby nobility. There were indeed a few nobles who learned to do things this way.
Sold the title and land, caused trouble in secret, bought back the title and land at a low price, and even killed the other party to reclaim the title and land.
Brandon now believed that the so-called Lord Henry should be a pauper, having bought so much wheat this time. He could barely maintain his noble lifestyle.
If he expressed his willingness to help, no, to engage in some transactions, he believed that the other party would quickly agree to his request, and he could immediately return to Hyratos.
Brandon felt a pang of regret when he thought about the wheat that was sent to Eldoria. He blamed his father for being too generous. A little gift should have been enough to dismiss the nobles of this barren place.
"Mr. Brandon has kept him waiting for almost a quarter of an hour. The other party is too rude," Brandon's guard said, a little displeased.
Brandon, being carried by several guards, looked at the closed gates of the castle, his face darkening. Reminded by his guard, he had indeed waited at the gate for a quarter of an hour.
Brandon's guard continued, "Rude, very rude. A merchant's nature was hard to change; even if he becomes a noble, he is still a merchant with the smell of copper and without any noble etiquette."
Brandon was proud. After his grandfather bought the noble title of Hyratos, his family developed through several generations, and he became a pure noble, no longer a greedy and rude merchant.
It was too normal for the West to buy and sell noble titles. True nobles and royalty rarely paid attention to this barren land.
Of course, only the titles of Baron and Viscount were allowed to be bought and sold; anything higher required royal recognition.
Just as Brandon was becoming impatient, the castle gates opened. Wyatt, wearing the butler's uniform brought from Earth, led the way. It was a reformed robe without the wide sleeves.
"Mr. Brandon, welcome to Eldoria," Wyatt said with impeccable manners, neither humble nor arrogant.
Brandon blinked, scanning Wyatt's attire in detail, a little surprised.
Brandon thought, 'This was Henry, the Lord of Eldoria? The fabric and clothing were more luxurious than his. Also, didn't Henry say he was only around twenty? Why did he look so much older?'
Brandon mistook Wyatt for Henry.
Brandon greeted, "Lord Henry, I am glad to be in Eldoria." Brandon quickly asked his guards to put him down and walked up to Wyatt to greet him.
Wyatt was a little dumbfounded. The other party had mistaken him. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, but his face remained unchanged. "Mr. Brandon, Henry has already ordered some refreshments. Please follow me."
Brandon said, "Henry?" Brandon wasn't foolish. From Wyatt's words, he immediately realized that he had made a fool of himself, mistaking even the host.
Wyatt turned and led the way, unable to help but sneer. He thought, 'Who did this short and fat man think he was? How could Henry lower himself to receive him?'
Wyatt thought, 'He even claimed to be a noble, mistaking even a butler like him for Henry. It seemed that the nobles of Hyratos were not as impressive as he thought.'
Brandon's face turned a little awkward. If he knew that Wyatt regarded him as a useless noble, he might have wanted to kill someone.
Along the way, Brandon discovered that the castle was not simple, with many facilities prepared for war.
In the reception hall, Brandon sat in the second seat, staring blankly at the refreshments on the table.
Brandon asked, "Is this the refreshment?"
An exquisite ceramic plate with several delicate pastries made by the maids.
If it were Willow or Ruby, they would have made it even more exquisite, but Willow's pastries were only for Henry.
Wyatt replied, "Yes, Mr. Brandon, please enjoy. Henry still has some business to attend to, and he will be here soon."
Wyatt held back a smile. He was afraid that if he looked at Brandon's 'bumpkin' appearance again, he would burst out laughing, so he quickly left the reception hall.
Brandon said, "How can this be a pastry? It's too beautiful."
Brandon cautiously picked up a pastry and slowly put it in his mouth.
Brandon added, "This taste... is incredible!"
Brandon realized that the pastries he had eaten before were not even one-thousandth as good as the ones here; they could have been better.
Brandon said, "Wow! This taste is completely different. This is so fragrant, and it becomes even more so as I chew. It's simply a delicacy in this world."
Brandon added, "Damn, why is it gone? Is this plate edible, too?"
