The faces of everyone at the table changed, although the dagger used to cut meat had the meaning of self-preservation, but when Sir Rist stuck the dagger in his hand on the table, everyone still felt threatened, only Orlando was still on the surface, and he slowly put down his wine glass.

"What do you want to do? This is all your folks, not the battlefield you participated in!"

The old knight looked at his son in a daze, he had been a man of few words all his life, and now he could not say anything when he was so excited, so he simply left the dagger on the table, and left the dining room with his sleeves flicked.

After a long time, a bold mouse climbed up to the table, accidentally touched the candlestick, and the flame of the candle shook, and the farmers sitting at the table came to their senses, and they got up to take their leave, and looked at the table with daggers in it, and no one could overcome the feeling of the blade stuck in the throat and continued to swallow the food in their mouths.

Gastronomic wax, spirits burn like fire.

Langton looked at his mother with some distraction, but his mother seemed even more helpless than he was at the moment, just blindly drawing a cross on her hand and muttering some obscure words in her mouth, as if she was the only way to support herself to continue living.

Astan came to his senses as quickly as possible, and the eldest grandson of the owner of the manor tried to begin to command his subordinates in a majestic tone.

"Watch the candles! No, not you, you just take care of your mother. ”

"I was stunned to see something, and I didn't pull out the dagger yet. ”

"Go and clean up the used utensils of the guests!"

"Langton, come to me. ”

In the midst of the chaos, Langton vaguely heard his name, and he looked a little blankly in the direction where the voice came from, but saw his brother.

"Come here, it's up to you to do it. ”

Langton struck a stirring in his heart. He was confused by the chaos on the field, if it wasn't for Rist's long-term education, he would definitely have cried when he left, he didn't know how to sort out what was happening on the field, if someone gave him an order, he would be willing to do it, even if he was told to go to the training ground now, he would not hesitate.

Astan looked at this younger brother who came from ignorance, a flash of happiness flashed in his eyes, he gently took Langton's hand, and continued:

"I've pretty much explained the matter here, the only problem should be to find our grandfather, who is very old. ”

Hearing the word grandfather, Langton's already pale face became even less bloody, and although the noisy scene now made him feel a little helpless, he was still more afraid of the old man who was always talking about it, even if it was his grandfather.

"Astami ...... I, I can't see it at night, or you go to your grandfather, I'll stay here. ”

Astan touched his brother's head with some pity, and no longer insisted on his opinion, he deliberately amplified his voice

"Well, Langton, since you insist, then you stay here, and I'll go find our grandfather. ”

Langton nodded hurriedly, tears almost falling from the corners of his eyes, and he frantically wiped the liquid with the back of his hand, and then wiped it on his clothes fiercely.

"Good brother, then I'll go, remember, knights never cry. ”

"Yes, knights never cry. Langton wanted to answer in his heart, but he didn't know when his father had come up and said what he wanted to say for him.

"Come with me, only the two of you can calm your grandfather. Orlando touched Langton's head with his hand, but his eyes were on his eldest son. "Where are you going to find your grandfather, Astan?"

"That's going to the cellar, you know, father, he loves that place. Seeing his father coming over, for some reason, the voice of Astan Ling, who was still giving orders just now, suddenly became quiet, which made Langton a little inexplicably reminded of the mouse just now.

Langton also realized that Astan didn't seem to have had time to catch the rat, so he searched the area where the rat had been active, and it was still wreaking havoc on the table, leaving its footprints on almost all the food, and it ended up on a plate of vegetable salad mixed with cheese, which was the plate used by Mrs. Orlando.

Langton remembered his father's lesson one night that most women were afraid of mice, so he quickly ran over and picked up the gluttonous mouse with one hand.

The rat was caught in Langton's hand and hung upside down in midair, quickly screaming in anger and rage. Langton's mother heard the terrifying sound that was close at hand, and opened her eyes in confusion.

An astonishing howl rang out from the living room, and it was said that even Lister, who was hiding in the basement, saw dust fall to the top of the cellar.

A few peasants had just left the manor and staggered home, but when they heard the commotion again, they stopped.

"What's going on over there?" Old Wright looked at the manor in a daze, he was one of the few old men of the same age as Rist on the back cover, it was said that he was a wild child born to a caravan and the girls of the surrounding lords, wandering all the way to middle age, and finally Sir took him in.

The farmer on the side lifted the brim of his hat, and he also looked a little ignorant, "Isn't there a dispute in the lord's house and a bloody case?"

"That's the adult's housework, and we can't get involved. A relatively thin farmer hurriedly said that he still had his wife and children at home waiting for him to take the food from the table to satisfy his hunger, and he did not dare to waste time in this matter.

"Phew, you little Rhine fox, forgetful Cyprus," the rest of the peasants, apparently dissatisfied with his statement, turned around while they were drunk, and turned back.

The group stumbled to the gate of the manor, they looked towards the lord's hall, but they happened to see a white robe "floating" in front of their eyes, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on the foreheads of several people.

"You, did you see that thing too? Henry. His voice trembled, and the farmer who spoke first asked his companion as he pressed his hand to the straw hat on his head.

Henry stayed on the grass, his eyes fixed on the figure running out of the drawing room, but his legs couldn't help but tremble.

"Me. I think we'd better not talk about it, we'd better forget about her so she doesn't get us in trouble. ”

"What about the lord's house?" it was the thin man who spoke, and although he was also afraid, there was a hint of doubt in his tone.

The peasants did not have time to despise the man, but simply threw what they had in their hands on the grass and left without looking back.

Their usual nutrient intake is not uniform, and they do not have good night vision, so they do not see very well.

"Demon possession, my God......" Langton's mother stumbled out of the house while holding her head, she really couldn't accept that her son would stand in front of her with a mouse's tail, but she didn't expect that her behavior would scare others.

Langton was bored, and he took a few steps after his brother and father, who were walking in front, and put the mouse on the ground again, and let it slip away.

"You should have put it to death, why did you just let it go? Astan suddenly became angry when he saw Langton let the rat go, and his calm tone had a hint of questioning in his tone.

Orlando glanced at Astan silently, as if he wanted to take to heart the way the child said this.

The manor is not very large, and a few dozen steps south from the parlor you will find the entrance to the manor's cellar, which was first used to pile up wheat and now used to store wine, and the air is filled with the slight smell of fermented grain. The lamp burned at the end of the cellar, and the father and son silently exchanged a look, and then nodded.

At the end of the cellar, Rist is still wiping down his military equipment, since he retired, although the old man is still in spirit, but his body has lost weight little by little, the armor he once wore on his body to move freely, has now become a little burden, the old man can no longer wear these, only once a year when he goes to Abbasquia to pay the land tax, will he put on this status symbol.

The armor shone under the oil lamp, and the father and son did not dare to disturb the old man at this time, so they stopped one after another, waiting for the old man's next move, only Langton couldn't hold back, and while stopping, he timidly handed over "Grandpa." ”

Rist had already heard the sound of someone entering the basement, and guessed the identity of the person from the footsteps, but it still didn't make him stop his elbow movements, and only after Langton had finished calling Grandpa for a while, he slowly turned his head and said with a straight face

"Coming?"

"It's coming. ”

Orlando nudged his two sons and told them to walk up to Lister's grandfather.

"Astan Rist, Langton Rist. Have you ever been prepared?"

"Always (from time to time) ready!"

The two of them almost subconsciously shouted this slogan that they don't know how many times they had been trained.

Rist nodded with some satisfaction, but his expression made people look more serious. Rist took a piece of parchment from a large chest, flattened it on top of it, straightened his waist as far as he could, and took out a knight's sword of good workmanship from the waist of the armor on the wall, and placed it very carefully beside the paper.

"I'm old, and these things should have belonged to your father, but it's clear that he doesn't have the ability to inherit the title at any time, and our family can't do without an heir. "The yellowed oil lamp shone on the two old objects, and the parchment was a little dusty, I think it had been put for many years, and many words could not be read clearly, only a delicate imperial medal was still printed on this paper, which made it seem a little unfathomable, and the knight's sword over there was simply lying on the box, and the sharpness of the blade silently narrated the glory of the past.

"Just pick it up and take a look, just don't hurt yourself, kids. Orlando walked up from behind, his eyes shining similarly, but a hint of relief written on his face.

Seeing this, Lister had to shake his head, not everyone is suitable to be a lord, maybe it would be more in line with his mind to let him be an explorer, Lister thought of this with some disheartenedness, and asked with the last hope: "Do you remember your oath?" son. ”

Orlando took a deep breath, as if he was about to go back to the summer of ten years ago, and he shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of those memories of the past, but this scene was seen by the old knight Riester, which undoubtedly conveyed some wrong message.

"I'll pull it in my own way when the empire needs it, but before that, I have to make sure my family, especially my two sons, first. Father, you and I have been frozen for a lifetime, but everyone is for the good of the manor, and neither of us wants to break with each other, do we?"

Orlando spoke, tears welling up in his eyes, but he still had a hopeful smile. "It took three days to get from our house to Abbasquia on a horse or five days in a wagon, and then from Abbaskia I took two months and twenty days on a sea boat, and I was able to get there. If I can make some money back there, both Astan and Langton will be able to live a good life. ”

Rist turned his face away, although this son looks like when he was young, but his heart is completely two shapes, rather than counting on this son who is "off the track", it is better to educate these two grandchildren who have been taught by word and deed since childhood.

At this time, Astan Ling had already understood the meaning of this trip, he rubbed his palms a little uneasily, and there was a dry feeling in his mouth, while Langton still blinked, his hands were empty, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"Have you seen it all?" Langton!" Lister's stern voice echoed through the empty basement. Langton quickly gathered his senses and nodded vigorously at his grandfather.

According to the tradition of the southern aristocratic houses, the eldest son inherited the land, and the younger sons took everything on the land. This is a very common combination of habits, but it has not yet become a fixed law.

Rist and Orlando have their own ideas, the eldest son Astan is much better than the second son Langton in all aspects, if he can inherit the knight's title first, and then use his eldest son to take back the manor logically, so as to better preserve the status of the family, and Orlando also hopes that his young son can have a relatively free life, without having to be bound by these things.

In fact, Rist still has a lot of confidence in his eldest grandson, who has a good swordsmanship and a tough character, and under his careful training, he should be able to become an excellent knight officer.