Chapter 294 The minor characters are always the ones who get hurt

It seemed that alcohol had killed reason, and it seemed that the lively environment concealed the embarrassment of the loud noise, so that the people attending the banquet did not even notice that a family in the corner was having a fit. It was even said that only the three young people on the second floor noticed the family in the corner.

Basilone frowned and planned to go downstairs to dissuade them. After all, this was Long Zell's banquet. Although he wouldn't care about these little incidents, after all, no one really dared to make trouble in front of him, not even a simple noise. Would violate guest rights - who cares?

In terms of danger, isn't the finger dance played by the pirates on the Iron Islands and the barbarians in the North more dangerous? But Basilone still felt that he could not ignore this unexpected situation. Just as he was about to walk out, Daenerys grabbed him.

She shook her head: "Don't worry." She looked at Igor aside: "Igor, you should know which family this belongs to, right?"

"Sister, are you testing me?" Igor smiled evilly and leaned out of the railing.

Daenerys narrowed her eyes: "In your eyes, is this what I am like, sister?"

"Of course not." Igor looked at the family having a heated exchange in the corner: "They are acquaintances. The gray-haired one is Earl Westerling, lord of Cliff City. His father, Earl Roland, once served under his grandfather. Passing the Lord Treasurer, the tall man next to him was the Earl of Sarsfield. The Lord of Sarsfield City, their family's horse archers are very famous, but in the Battle of the Red Fork River that year, the infantry of the 'Warrior' Frey was blocked at the mouth of the river, and the old Earl of Sarsfield was killed by the fallen Vagehar. I was killed. The aunt of the Earl of Sarsfield was the Earl of Westerling."

"I probably know why they were quarreling." Daenerys sighed. "Basilone, does their family have an illegitimate son who has made military exploits in the conquered areas? If I remember correctly, my father mentioned that illegitimate son before."

Basilone was a little confused.

"Okay sister, stop teasing your brother-in-law." Igor interrupted Daenerys' inquiry with a smile. "Listen to it."

William Hisham never imagined that coming back to participate in the new king's enthronement ceremony normally and having a meal by the way would bring back the most unpleasant memories in his heart.

"The family can give you the necessary support, William." Earl Westerling held up a wine glass filled with silver wine and said slowly: "The gold of Westerlin is filled with every warehouse. As long as you nod and agree, we will I can give you everything you need, gold and men.”

"And then give it all to the child brought by the girl from Sarsfield? Just because his surname is Westerling? There are seven hells, dad, let me call you dad for the time being. The one who led us to fight is the late king. Your Majesty, it is Prince Longzel who conferred the castle and population on me. You want me to give the land I gave my life to a widow’s child for free?”

"That is your second brother's widow." Earl Westerling still said slowly, "William, you are a mountain after all. The water in the conquered land is very deep, and we old guys can see it more clearly than you."

The old earl lowered his voice, walked to his bastard son, and whispered like a devil who instigated mortals to betray the teachings of the Seven Gods: "If those stupid guys hadn't assassinated Prince Rhaegar, you would have been assigned to such a big position. Land? Don't be naive, kid, Hisham and West. Lin, Reyes is different, Westerling is also different from Reyes, your nephew, no, as long as you agree, he is your son, he has Westerline, Sarsfield, and... With the blood of Reyes and Malbran, only he can keep your land."

William Hisham gritted his teeth and looked at his biological father angrily.

He didn't dare to really go crazy at Long Zell's banquet, so he could only lower his voice suddenly in frustration: "Why are you targeting my land? I have tried my best not to appear in front of you."

Count Westerling still smiled slowly.

Of course, he couldn't tell his bastard son that the gold mines in Westerling were about to dry up, and the territory built on the mines would inevitably decline after losing the gold mines.

The land that William Hishan was granted was not small. Although it was not as fertile as the coastal land and the land on the shores of Lake Mill, it was comparable to the fertile soil in the mountains of the West - the fertile soil that was connected together.

"The family is protecting you, William." Seeing that William's attitude had softened, Earl Westerling continued with a smile: "The family has learned some inside information through the Reyes family and the Bol family. The conquered areas need to be reconquered. Division, His Majesty will consecrate the new Duke and Governor in the near future.”

William's body trembled.

The sweat instantly soaked the silk clothes he had spent a long time saving to buy. This situation is all too familiar. After the victory of the Great Expedition, many of them were not granted land, but could only receive annuities from several governors. At that time, only the heirs of great nobles and knights with outstanding military exploits could Gain land and titles. It wasn't until the local nobles were almost wiped out that the situation improved slightly.

The conquered land is only so big, but there are many knights and nobles waiting for the land. Those guys with noble surnames have been staring at themselves and the likes of Hishan, River, Storm, Buddha and Flowers for a long time.

Only those illegitimate children with extraordinary abilities can treat their proud relatives calmly, such as the illegitimate children of the Marewes family, who changed their surname of Buddha directly after being granted a castle and created a new noble branch - but that was because they really charged into battle, followed the king's dragon during the Great Expedition, and captured several castles of local nobles during the War of Revenge.

These people have no power to resist when the sphere of influence is redivided, as long as their feudal lords have any strange ideas.

The ones who will be hurt will definitely be these "nobles" who only have land but no power.

William went through the nobles who might be promoted in his mind and became even more desperate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, grandfather has prepared music for everyone." At this time, Igor, who had finally eaten enough melons, slowly walked down the stairs. Daenerys bowed gracefully: "Why don't you move to your seats and enjoy it with peace of mind."

"Princess Daenerys is so charming today." Earl Westerling immediately straightened his back, changed his slow way of speaking, and even said it in a flattering way.

Please...collect 6...books...!

Daenerys smiled, said nothing, and took the opportunity to hook Basilon's arm. She glanced at Igor with a sidelong look.

It's your turn, brother.

Igor understood, stretched out his hand, and pointed out the direction for several people.

The third generation heir of the Varese family personally led the way, so they naturally did not dare to neglect it and could only return to their seats.

It was not until this time that William let out a long sigh and lowered his head with some gratitude.