Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

People are divided into different classes. The nobility is no exception.

There are great nobles, lesser nobles, and pioneer knights who are nobles but not quite nobles.

This banquet of the Tinker Castel differentiated the classes into distinct levels.

Earl Isaac, Viscount Mufasa, and Baron Felipe—these three formed the core circle at the banquet.

Countless people were trying their best to get closer, but they only dared to step forward briefly to say hello and did not dare to stay for long; otherwise, it would be rude and overestimating their own abilities.

The banquet was still going on, but the atmosphere seemed to have quietly changed.

The music continued, but the center of the dance floor was already empty.

Earl Dawson headed straight towards the core area where his father stayed.

He stayed there for a short time; however, in other areas, rumors began to spread around in the hall.

"Have you heard? This time, Earl Isaac, Viscount Mufasa, and Baron Felipe led the army to fight the front line without receiving any approval from the War Council!"

"What do you mean? Are you saying... Nobles sent troops privately?"

"That's right! The black cavalry also vanished for almost 20 days. They are waiting for the War Council military order!"

"Oh! He has already sent out his troops privately; why is he still waiting for military orders?"

"Shh! Why are you so loud? Are you looking for death?"

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Luis listened to all this with a speechless face. These people seemed to be talking in a low voice, but in fact they were not trying to hide their opinions at all.

What's more, he had discovered that this "rumor" had spread almost throughout the entire banquet.

At this moment, he suddenly realized where all the malice came from.

There is no doubt that the three main nobles are the real target of these War Council people.

After the rumor was spread to the entire room, Ear Dawson suddenly stood up and walked into the center of the hall.

"Ahem." Earl Dawson cleared his throat and announced, "Well, now that everyone is here, let's get started."

After saying that, he looked around.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, Earl Dawson picked up a parchment and said,

"This meeting is mainly to discuss the matter of nobles who dispatched their troops without the permission of the War Council."

Luis said to himself, "As expected."

Even though the Black Knights annihilated the invading Orc army and took revenge, it was obvious that the lords in the North were not prepared to let Baron Felipe go.

In other words, War Council wanted to take all the benefits after the Black Knight annihilated the biggest threat.

"Since the founding of the Anyu Kingdom, the War Council has overseen all war matters. However, some nobles seem to think they are above the law."

Earl Dawson stood before the crowd with a stern expression.

"Therefore, under the will of the kingdom, a decision has been made. Three nobles will be punished and will not appear on the battlefield for five years. Additionally, their taxes will be raised from 15% to 30% for the same period."

Luis face darkened when he heard this. The first punishment is fine for someone who wants to stay on this battlefield, but the second punishment tax increase was unbearable.

He remained silent, glancing toward his father, Baron Felipe, to see his reaction.

Among the three targeted nobles, Earl Isaac kept a calm smile, Viscount Mufasa's face had turned black with suppressed rage, and Baron Felipe maintained his usual neutral expression.

Earl Dawson looked towards them and questioned, "Do you have any comments?"

"Have!" Viscount Mufasa, who was holding his anger, said slowly.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became solemn.

"Please go on." Earl Dawson's face darkened slightly, but he still maintained his composure.

"F##k your mother, you piece of shit! Why should we withdraw from the battlefield? Motherfucker, when the north wasteland was attacked by Orcs and the Undead, you War Council bastards did nothing!"

"Fuck you, Now that we've won the battle, you want to send us away and take all the benefits. Motherfucker, who do you think we are?"

Earl Dawson's face grew darker with each word from Mufasa. After every sentence, this Viscount is scolding him. As a Viscount, how dare he scold an Earl? This dwarf has no equity.

Luis could barely contain his surprise at the Viscount's outburst. He hadn't expected Mufasa's temper to be this fiery.

'Note to self—avoid arguing with Viscount Mufasa in the future,'

Viscount Mufasa is half human, a hybrid of human and dwarf. So he has some of the characteristics of a dwarf. Although, in terms of height, the human gene dominated, some of the facial features and temper were of dwarfs.

"You... how dare you!" Earl Dawson sputtered, pointing his finger, clearly taken aback and unable to respond adequately to the onslaught of insults.

"This decision is final; it will not be withdrawn."

"Motherfucker... " Well, Mufasa began to attack from that angle again. It was clear by now that every sentence he uttered involved some variation of the same insult.

Earl Isaac and Baron Felipe were sitting there as if this situation had nothing to do with them. These kinds of things Mufasa can handle perfectly.

At this moment, a dozen more nobles also entered inside the hall. The situation was clear; they were wearing the crest of the War Council. They had serious expressions hearing the insults.

"Enough, Mufasa! Stop embarrassing the nobility!" one of the newcomer nobles barked.

"What you dare to increase our taxes Motherfucker. Motherfucker, is this how the War Council does their job? Fuck you and all your mothers; instead of rewarding us, you punish us. Motherfucker...."

Mufasa began this time. Instead of a single target, there were a dozen people for him to target.

In terms of verbal battle, Luis would declare Mufasa as the number one. In this world there is not much variety of slander. Otherwise, if he ever learned variety of Earth's slang, he'd be even more unstoppable.