The next morning, when everyone had recuperated and set out on the road again, the fear of the necromancer seemed to have long since dissipated.

The sky is clear and the crops are vibrant, with the occasional farmer walking leisurely through the fields with cattle and sheep.

This kind of leisurely atmosphere of seeing Nanshan is really like a painting, no wonder so many students from art academies come here to sketch.

The further north you go, the more merchants and basket-carrying peddlers on the road become, and in order to save a few silver coins in their employment fees, they can only advance in groups of three or five, these are people who have no capital, but dream of getting rich.

There are many people like this, but few succeed, most of them can only barely fill their bellies, and they can't even afford to marry their mothers-in-law.

If you are unlucky, it is not impossible to become a beggar if you accompany your family, and even if you encounter a robber halfway, you will lose your life directly.

However, only a few of them will continue to inspire more people to take this road to "getting rich".

Towards evening, the crowd saw again the shadows of the fields and farmhouses, which indicated that there were cities or villages around, and that there were manor inns and so on, so that they would not sleep in the wilderness.

The land on both sides of the road is unusually fertile, which obviously arouses the enthusiasm of the farmers, who are still busy planting rice even when it is time for dinner.

Renard stretched hard, and one of the farmers in the field immediately smirked and raised his hand in response, and then was knocked on the head twice by the elderly farmer next to him.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the old farmer say in a low voice: "Work hard, don't think about being on an equal footing with these old men who ride horses, and when our family saves money in the coming year, we will marry you a mother-in-law, have another baby, and let you take care of it." ”

After speaking, the old farmer bowed deeply in the direction of everyone to show his respect.

The other party's voice was not loud, and even deliberately lowered it, but it was still listened to by Renard, and he shook his head helplessly, every young person has a dream of becoming a martial artist, but he will always be defeated by reality.

Just as he was sighing, Arka suddenly said, "Master Renard, there is a castle in front of you, should we spend the night there tonight?" ”

Renard pondered for a moment, and said, "If the master allows, we will spend the night in the castle, and if not, we will find a farmer." ”

After receiving the order, the group hastened their advance, and fortunately Oroch gritted his teeth and bought a horse, otherwise he would have been left behind.

Ten minutes later, the group arrived at the castle.

This is an old Gothic castle, built on a large scale, with high spires and ornate stone carvings, which are not only beautiful but also magnificent.

This style of architecture only existed in the early days of the Aleshoz dynasty, which means that the castle is at least four or five hundred years old.

Renard couldn't help but admire: "What a beautiful work of art, and the person who owns this castle must be an ancient nobleman." ”

He thought about it, and finally decided to try his luck, an ancient family like this should be very bold and hospitable, otherwise it would not have been passed down to this day.

At this time, the drawbridge over the moat had just not been raised, and everyone easily came to the gate of the castle.

In front of the door stood two burly guards, their huge bodies like sculptures, each with the strength of a high-ranking samurai.

When everyone approached the castle, the two of them were already vigilant, until they crossed the drawbridge, and then stepped forward to block the way: "Stop, this is the castle of the Dreiser family, no outsiders are allowed to trespass, please let you know your intentions." ”

Renard hurriedly turned over and dismounted, first performed an authentic aristocratic etiquette, and then said very politely: "I'm sorry to disturb the owner here, I'm Baron Renard Duncan from Southern Wilderness, and I want to spend the night here." ”

After speaking, he turned to the people behind him and said, "These are my guards and retinue, if it is convenient, please inform the master here, if it is not convenient, we will leave immediately." ”

The guard groaned for a moment, and was about to reply, but as if he had seen some important person, he immediately straightened his back.

Reynard seemed to realize something, and when he turned around, he saw two knights standing quietly behind him.

The leading knight said in a curious tone, "Reynard Duncan, are you from Duncan's family?"

As he spoke, the knight lifted his visor, revealing his old countenance.

Although the other party looks very old, he still can't hide his majesty and domineering, which is exclusive to the ancient nobles, and naturally exudes a noble momentum.

Seeing this, everyone bowed and saluted, and Renard spoke, "Presumably you are the owner of this castle." ”

The old knight nodded: "That's right, I am the owner of the castle, Edward Dreiser, you can call me Count Edward." ”

Renard bowed again: "Dear Earl Edward, my men and I have traveled a long way and want to spend the night in your castle......"

Before he could finish speaking, Count Edward smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem, after all, Duke Edmund and I are old friends." ”

The old earl's words made Renard stunned, and without waiting for him to inquire about the details, he rode into the castle first.

The crowd followed, this time without any hindrance.

The layout of the castle is not as rough as expected, but very delicate.

The castle is divided into an inner fort and an outer fort, the outer fort is actually a tall and thick city wall, ten meters wide and about ten meters high, and the total length of the outer fort is about two kilometers.

Across the outer fort is a green meadow, spacious enough for a racehorse, and in fact, it is indeed a racecourse.

Across the racecourse is the Inner Fort, the same Gothic building, decorated with colorful glass and beautiful.

It is truly worthy of the castle of the Allerhoz dynasty, both in terms of beauty and defense, it is by no means comparable to any current building.

Renard believed that with more than 500 men defending the castle, it would be difficult for even a thousand troops to break through it.

The crowd followed the old count into the inner castle, which was two or three times more spacious than the castle in the city of plenty, and even faintly echoed when people stood in it and spoke.

Ford: They were like country buns entering the city, looking around for a moment, and from time to time they let out exclamations.

Renard felt that his face was about to be lost, but because of his face, he could only sulk in his stomach.

Seeing this, Count Edward shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, let them watch it to their heart's content." ”

Then he ordered the servant to prepare tea, and asked in the manner of an elder, "What kind of child of Duncan's family are you?"

Renard hurriedly replied, "My father is Baron Hammidon Duncan. ”

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