Gladiator emblem

Clark's grandfather Dirk was once the most powerful sword saint of the empire.

But in this era of declining fighting spirit, the sword saint has no gold content.

Not to mention that he has been dead for many years, and his father Hank inherited the title when he was only sixteen years old.

It's the same as his current situation, is the Williams family short-lived?

Clark shivered subconsciously.

But free services and discounts are only services that the owner Dirk of the article can enjoy.

Now, it's only left with the ornamental value and the function of making a reasonable request to the king.

What is a reasonable request?

To be honest, for Clark, as long as this emblem can be exchanged for a thousand gold coins, he would not hesitate.

Decaying nobles regard it as an honor, and any noble is proud to have a gladiator emblem.

But for Clark, who is about to be unable to make ends meet, nothing is more important than paying the military salary to maintain the guard.

"Steward! Prepare the carriage!"

With Clark's call, an old steward hurried over.

He looked at the box in the hands of the new master and recognized at a glance that it was once the emblem of the Dirk.

He opened his mouth and finally didn't say a word.

"Yes, master, I will prepare the carriage for you."

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Before setting off for the royal city, Alice was busily arranging Clark's formal attire.

Only after confirming that the last wrinkle had been smoothed by her tender white hands did she nod with satisfaction.

She approached Clark and carefully placed the noble's top hat on him.

His handsome face, while not sharply defined, was as handsome as any reader's.

The maid had a pleasant fragrance, Clark occasional touches of her full softness breasts doubled the happiness.

Before leaving home, Clark gave some instructions to the steward.

After all, the trip to the royal city would likely take two or three weeks to return.

The distance to the royal city was still quite a journey.

Boarding the carriage marked with the Williams family crest, maid Alice also followed.

As Clark's personal maid, she naturally had to take care of Clark without leaving his side.

On the way to the royal city, they would pass through Martin's territory.

This was also one of Clark's destinations.

If he could get help directly from Martin's territory...

Perhaps he wouldn't have to sell the gladiator emblem.

Although Clark was not rigid, it would be better to keep his grandfather's legacy.

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Normandy's kingdom was vast, but the crops that could be planted were very few.

Because most of the soil was not fertile, it was more abundant in various minerals.

The kingdom of Borphet and the kingdom of Drakes, close to Normandy, often imported minerals from this mining country.

Of course, only when there was no war.

When leaving Williams territory and entering Martin territory, one could feel a significant difference between the people of Martin territory and Williams territory.

Although it was also barren here, Baron Martin had a batch of dry land and orchards in his hands.Having such a piece of land made Martin a very wealthy existence among barons.

Sitting in the spacious carriage, one could see farmers passing by on the country road in twos and threes, and occasionally peddlers carrying cloth bags.

Merchants who had donkeys or nags were already considered to be doing very well.

And the equipment of large chambers of commerce was naturally better, but it was hard to see in such a rural area without special products.

Arriving safely in front of the baron's mansion in Martin territory, Clark asked the coachman Ervin to go and report.

This was a sudden visit, which was actually somewhat presumptuous for unfamiliar nobles.

However, when his father Hank was alive, the relationship between the two families was quite good.

So even if Clark didn't inform the other party in advance, he should not be refused.

He originally thought so...

Coachman Ervin came back soon.

His face was a bit ugly, and his eyes were dodging.

He seemed to not know how to explain to his master.

"What happened, Ervin?"

Clark's heart sank, and he already had some guesses.

Ervin stammered, "Master... The steward drove me out."

"Said I was pretending to be a noble's coachman."

Alice, who was on the side, showed an angry expression and said, "How could the steward of Martin territory not recognize Ervin? Ervin has been driving for the master before!"

Clark was much calmer at the moment.

He immediately understood that the other party did not want to see him at all.

He underestimated the speed at which people's feelings change after someone leaves.

"Ervin, let's go, to the royal city."

Clark didn't say much.

Now the steward of Martin territory had this attitude, which must have been instigated by the baron.

Otherwise, how dare a steward refuse a baron's visit?

Even if it was Clark's coachman, it also represented the face of Williams territory.

On the way, Alice spoke very little, obviously very dissatisfied with Martin territory's attitude.

In Alice's understanding, the baron's daughter of Martin territory was engaged to Clark.

However, being refused at the door for a simple visit was extremely damaging to Clark's face.

Alice was also somewhat indignant.

Leaving Martin territory and going further towards the royal city, the villages and territories became more prosperous.

When entering the royal city, there were already tall and strong stone city walls and wide bluestone roads.

Compared with the muddy rural roads, the prosperity of the royal city was obviously not comparable to ordinary nobles.

The undulating buildings are scattered in the royal city. After passing the inspection of the guards at the city gate, they finally arrived at the side hall of the royal city.

The clerk responsible for registering the visit records took a look at Clark.

Recognized that the badge on Clark was the badge of a baron.

A baron who wishes to see the king would likely be put off with various excuses if it's not for something important.

Of course, unless there is truly an urgent matter.

"Name?"

"Clark.Williams."

"What brings you to the royal city?"

"To request an audience with His Majesty."

"Reason?"

Clark took out the gladiator emblem, the golden eagle immediately catching the attention of the clerk who had been somewhat disdainful.

"Gladiator emblem?"

"Esteemed Baron, what can I do for you?"

Even the tone of voice underwent a dramatic change.

After all, who could possess the eagle gladiator emblem without being a powerful noble?

The gladiator contests are a super event open to all of Normandy!

Only one is born each year, and since the founding of Normandy, only a few hundred have been issued.

"I wish to request an audience with His Majesty."

"Very well, I shall inform him immediately, please wait."

This time, the clerk did not inquire about the reason with feigned importance.

A noble with the golden eagle gladiator emblem was not someone he could afford to provoke.

The clerk was efficient and returned in just a few minutes.

Clark had not even finished his cup of black tea.

"Esteemed Baron, His Majesty is waiting for you in the side hall."

Clark nodded, and this time he did not bring Alice to meet the king.

It would be quite disrespectful to bring a maid to an audience with His Majesty.

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