The subordinates of my subordinates are not my subordinates.
The vassals of my vassals are not my vassals.
This is a truth that has been passed down from the Dukedom of Leo, and even from the entire human kingdoms.
Just like the current Terrence.
He was Viscount Wayne's vassal knight. As long as he did not make any obvious humiliation to Baron Dylan, or directly speak rudely, then he could still point at the mulberry tree while cursing the locust tree, without any troubles.
Even if something happened to him, Viscount Wayne would be his backing.
Baron Dylan also understood this logic. He squinted his eyes slightly and snorted coldly. "Knight Terrence, I remember that your fief should be two days' journey from the east of the Stone Pass. You must have worked hard to participate in the tournament that I organized."