Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

The hall became very noisy after the conflict began.

Everyone was watching the conflict between the two nobles as bystanders. They are not of high status and cannot interfere in such a high-level conflict.

But hearing Mufasa, their view was refreshed; he alone was fighting against more than dozens of nobles. They didn't know dignified nobles could speak this kind of insult.

Luis, relaxed and eating a piece of meat, observed the whole situation like an entertained guest at a play.

'Viscount Mufasa sure knows how to liven up a room,'

However, no conflict lasts for a long time. Mufasa calmed down, and the other nobles also didn't dare speak more. They didn't want to provoke this dwarf anymore.

At this moment, Earl Isaac finally spoke, "Mufasa is indeed correct. When it is time to harvest, you are pushing us away."

The nobles from the war council had constipated faces. Bullshit, Mufasa is correct. This dwarf can't even form a proper sentence before attacking them with the name of mother.

"No, this is the final decision. This decision will not be withdrawn." One of the nobles again shouted.

"Fucker, you still dare to speak..."

"Stop, Mufasa, let Isaac talk." At this moment, Baron Felipe finally spoke, stopping Mufasa.

Mufasa also stopped shouting and obeyed the order of Felipe.

"Is it really a final decision? Will the War Council really not take back the decision?" Isaac spoke again.

"No, this is a law of the kingdom." You dare to break the law and dispatch troop privately. You can't escape punishment." The War Council nobles still didn't back up. They were determined to get the benefits.

The War Council, as an organization that had stood for nearly 8,000 years, naturally had its share of corruption. Not just a share but a lot. Within its ranks, various cliques had formed over the centuries.

One of the most notorious was the "greedy group." They were known for hiding when danger struck, only to resurface like wolves sniffing out blood once the battle was won.

This time, the greedy group had set their sights on the spoils of victory in Northern Wasteland. The Orcs had been defeated, and now these nobles were circling, eager to snatch the spoils of victory from Baron Felipe and his group.

The pioneer knights and normal nobles who fought in the war had angry and dignified expressions this time. They fought risking their lives, suffered a lot of causalities, and now this group of greedy nobles wants to snatch all the benefits.

The tension in the room was growing as every moment passed.

The three nobles dispatched troops in open sight, not by hiding. During that time the War Council didn't stop them, but now they are accusing them of breaking the law.

If Baron Felipe failed and lost the troop, he could be punished as decreasing the morale. But now obviously he is victorious; how can he be punished?

At this moment, Baron Felipe slammed the table with his hand, silencing the entire hall, which grew a little noisy.

"Enough!" Baron Felipe's voice boomed across the hall, silencing everyone.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"You cowards think you can jump in front of me and overstep your place? You must have forgotten who you're dealing with."

His eyes burned with cold fury. "Provoke me, and the Black Cavalry will march into your territory by dawn."

"Do not make me remind you of what happened a decade ago." He leaned forward, his tone darker, more menacing.

The opposing nobles gulped when Baron Felipe's name was mentioned. How could they forget the devastation of a decade ago?

With his Black Cavalry, Felipe had wiped out two baronial territories and left an Earl heavily injured. The message had been clear then, and it resonated even now: Baron Felipe was a man of action, not idle threats.

Though humans might seem united on the surface, internal friction among nobles ran deep. Many conflicts simmered beneath the surface, ready to boil over at the slightest provocation.

Baron Felipe is never a talker; he does what he says.

If it weren't for the complicated web of politics and noble rivalries, his war merits alone would have elevated him to the rank of earl by now. His reputation was built on victory, not words.

Luis smiled when he heard his father finally speak. He took a blank piece of magic paper from Arthur and began to write on it.

His hand moved swiftly as he wrote down his plan.

In a few moments, he was done. Luis passed the parchment to Asmon, who was standing nearby. Asmon took a moment to read through it before looking up, grinning widely.

"This is getting good," Asmon said, giving Luis an approving thumbs-up.

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"Ahem," Luis went forward from the corner and cleared his throat to get attention.

His voice was loud enough in the silent room, and everyone turned their attention toward him.

"Since, the situation has become tense. I have a solution."

"Who are you, kid? Stand back; you're not qualified to speak here," Earl Dawson snapped, his face twisting with annoyance.

"He is qualified," Earl Isaac chimed in calmly. "This young man killed 12,000 orcs when the Black Cavalry wasn't on the battlefield."

Earl Dawson was a little shocked when he heard this: a kid who has not grown a beard killed 12,000 Orcs. But he didn't back down. He will lose his face if he backs again.

"So what? He is not a Pioneer Knight nor a Noble."

Many people looked at Earl Dawson as if they looked at a fool. He doesn't even know the situation of war. If he knew Luis's true identity, he wouldn't dare speak aloud.

"He's the son of Felipe," Earl Isaac added with a barely suppressed smile.

Dawson's face changed when he heard this. He looked directly, and Luis, the faces between the father and son indeed match.

Seeing this, he immediately shut up and didn't speak any further. He has already lost enough face today. He needs to vent his anger on slaves again.

But no matter what, he will not back down; these three nobles must be sent back to their own territory.

Luis nodded to Earl Isaac and continued speaking.

"I have a solution. Everyone here is a noble or pioneer knight—you are the lords of this land. We've all fought against those orcs, risking our lives, and none of us want the fruits of our labor stolen by these greedy nobles."

The room grew still as the nobles listened, their attention locked on Luis.

"My father, along with the Black Cavalry, wiped out over 100,000 orcs. Even the Orc Prince was left dead on the battlefield. Earl Isaac fought against the God Cult heretics who were causing chaos, and Viscount Mufasa crushed countless undead."

Luis paused for effect before continuing. "All of you fought in this war, suffered heavy losses, and now, instead of receiving the rewards we deserve, we're being punished. That leaves a bitter taste, doesn't it?"

The nobles murmured in agreement, their eyes hardening.

Luis raised the parchment in his hand.

"In accordance with the will of the Kingdom, I've drafted a petition. We ask His Excellency, the Duke of Dressrosa, to bring us justice and punish these greedy nobles who seek to steal from us!"

"Lords who agree, please step forward and sign it."