There are seven battalions in the regiment commanded by Viscount Chelsea.

According to the military system of the Kingdom of Tistan, ten people make up a small team, one hundred people make up a large team, one thousand people make up a battalion, and a legion consists of five to ten battalions.

Finally, there is a group army composed of five to ten legions, but this is a temporary organization for national war and has not appeared for decades.

Ryan was the commander of the 7th Infantry Group of the 3rd Battalion before he got lost, but he was no longer the commander. On the third day after returning to Bana City, he learned that the 7th Infantry Group had been dispersed and merged into other units due to heavy losses.

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In other words, Ryan has now become the polished commander.

Looking at the empty station, although he had already complained about it, he still couldn't help but greet Chelsea's parents.

No wonder he had to be allowed to participate in the subsequent battles, since there was no place for him emotionally.

Fortunately, his residence still belongs to him. Thank God, his box still contains the hard-earned money of the past few years.

He used the key to open the old wooden door. The simple furnishings made him feel more at home, and he found the big box that had been covered in dust for almost a month.

As soon as I opened it, I saw a pile of glittering gold Kindles, more than two hundred of them. In addition, there were some clothes and accessories. I pulled out a blue dress from the bottom. When I unfolded it, Ryan's eyes widened.

Eye……

The banquet was held in the castle, and the warm atmosphere could be felt from a distance. A long table of more than ten meters stretched almost across the entire restaurant.

The greasy tabletop was rarely covered with a snow-white tablecloth.

Beautiful and capable maids shuttled among them like butterflies, skillfully placing plates of rare dishes on the table, and bottles of fine wine piled up like mountains.

One after another, nobles dressed in costumes or formal dresses came. Viscount Chelsea was also wearing a purple dress, full of sparkling jewelry and jewelry.

"Good evening, Baron Chris.

Oh, Baron Fran, you are so handsome today.

Sir Eisen, I'm glad you could come..."

Having just won a big victory, his face was glowing and he greeted every arriving noble enthusiastically.

It's a pity that today is all about old men and not many handsome guys, so don't fantasize about having a perfect encounter with a beautiful aristocratic lady.

Ryan almost got it by stepping on it, because he really put in a lot of mental construction and ideological struggle to put on this dress.

Chelsea also spotted Ryan, who was dressed up for the occasion. With just one glance, his warm smile froze on his face.

I saw Ryan wearing a long blue dress with white velvet lapels. The soft mercerized fabric showed strange patterns under the candlelight.

She is very handsome and luxurious, and paired with Ryan's handsomeness, she looks extremely decent and handsome. It would be perfect if there were not the pink crystal jewelry on her chest that reflects the light.

"Lei, you are really... radiant today." Chelsea didn't know what words to use to describe it.

The corner of Ryan's mouth also twitched. This dress was something his mother asked him to take with him when he left home. Who knew it was so naughty?

"Oh, look who sneaked in here. Didn't your adults tell you not to wear adult clothes?"

A middle-aged man with a somewhat feminine face walked over with red wine in his hand, his narrow eyes full of sarcasm and scrutiny.

Ryan squinted his eyes and pretended not to hear. After looking around, he said to Chelsea: "Isn't Knight Allen here? I thought he was also invited."

Seeing that Ryan was ignoring him, the feminine man was about to sneer when he heard Chelsea say coldly: "Baron Horton, please pay attention to aristocratic etiquette."

Holden immediately shuddered and walked aside with a gloomy face.

"Of course I invited Knight Allen, but he didn't seem to like such an occasion and refused." Chelsea was slightly unhappy when he said this. Among the people invited, he was the only one who refused, which made him feel very unhappy.

face.

"Knight Allen may not have recovered yet. Your Excellency, Viscount, I would like to toast you. Congratulations on your victory and thank you for saving me." Ryan took two glasses of wine from the passing maid's tray and smiled.

Hehe said.

Although he didn't take that Baron Horton seriously, he was still grateful for Chelsea's actions.

Chelston smiled suddenly, took the wine glass, drank it down, and said with a smile: "I have to thank you for this, Lei. I have already spread the news of your achievements to the capital, and I believe you will get a reply soon.

I think you will soon change your name to Baron Lane. I don’t know where your fiefdom will be in the future. If it is in the south, our two families can still help each other."

The corner of Ryan's mouth raised slightly. He was coming from a middle-class noble. It would be unreasonable for him not to accept the overture. He said with a slightly reserved smile: "It would be great if this is possible. The South is a rich and beautiful place.

, if given the opportunity, I would be happy to go to the south to continue my family."

"Hahaha, it's settled, Lei. If your fiefdom can be in the south, I can introduce my daughter to you. I think you will get along very well." Chelsea patted Ryan on the shoulder.

Said something meaningful.

Ryan was a little confused by this sudden suggestion. Although he admitted that he was handsome, young and promising, it was not worth it for Chelsea to use his daughter to win over him, right?

He could only respond vaguely twice, and then he was able to escape by saying that he had something to do with his mentor Aisen.

Eisen was sipping wine alone in an inconspicuous corner, which was out of tune with the lively banquet atmosphere. It was obvious that he did not like such an occasion.

"Mentor, I'm really surprised to see you attending such a banquet." Ryan teased while holding a wine glass.

"What, have you practiced archery? When will you try it?" Aisen just glanced at him lightly and asked.

"I think I don't want to see Pastor Karina anymore for the time being." Ryan laughed, turned around and started to make friends with other nobles.

Fortunately, most people are still very aristocratic, and guys like Holden are only a minority.

Although he didn't take him seriously, Ryan still inquired about this man's origins and why he was targeted.

You know, even if there is a grudge between nobles, it is rare for them to break up with each other as soon as they meet. After all, they are all people of status, and if word spreads, it will have a bad impact on the family.

Nobles still cherish their feathers very much.

As a result, after a round of insinuations, they found out that this guy was a northern nobleman and the commander of the fifth battalion, and there was nothing else.

In the end, he could only attribute it to Holden's bad mouth. After all, it didn't seem like a good thing, so he stopped thinking about it.

Since it was in a military camp, there was no set procedure for the banquet. It was just a gathering of everyone to brag and fight, drink and eat meat, casually expand their network of contacts, and discuss marriage and other things when they got acquainted with each other. It was very free.

Chelsea kept walking among the crowd, drinking glass after glass of wine, and did not appear drunk at all.

Everyone knew in their hearts what it would mean to achieve such a victory under the current passive defense strategy, if it were not for the fact that the Marton family lacked important people to serve in the royal capital.

Otherwise, with his meritorious service and family heritage, it would be possible for his family title to move upwards.

However, even if this promotion failed, the Marton family's momentum has become louder, and no one can stop them if there is another opportunity for promotion.
Chapter completed!