As the winter sun began to sink in the west, the procession approached the tall castle under the leadership of the Count Cecil. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was not a pleasant trip for Charlotte. Dead trees, abandoned fields, dilapidated houses, and serfs along the way...... Everything is a vivid picture of this waning empire.

The empire is like a sunset about to set, very different from the prosperous capital that Charlotte imagined as a child.

It is not until you enter the town under the castle that you can feel a little false vitality of this empire. Obviously, Count Cecil was not enough to leave himself in a state of desolation.

Merchants come and go, blacksmiths waving sweat around the corners, and scattered shops in the streets are the only distinctive colors in this territory.

But compared to Erosa or Icewind Castle, it's a world of difference!

The team entered a deep doorway. The castle of the Count of Cecil is a typical medieval creation, with a strong and tall fortified fortified castle with a defensive focus. Military facilities such as horses, blacksmiths, training grounds, and prisons are all available.

Upon entering the castle, the cheerful-looking count dismounted, and he eagerly came to Sylvia's carriage to visit the legendary Duke of Ice Castle.

But apparently, he ate behind closed doors. Sylvia was not even interested in conversing with him, and she ignored the outstretched hand of Count Cecil, stepped out of the carriage on her own, and stood apathetically beside Charlotte.

Charlotte couldn't help but sneer, and he saw that the expression on Count Cecil's face was wonderful, and he opened his mouth slightly, like a dreamer.

Charlotte felt that he was probably not angry at Sylvia's rudeness, but because he was fascinated by his noble but cold sister.

While Vivien Leigh, who resembles Sylvia, is just as charming, the two are completely different extremes.

The former has a noble and ethereal temperament, and the latter is awe-inspiring and innocent.

Obviously, when it comes to charm, Sylvia beats Vivien Leigh.

The Count of Cecil was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time for him to come to his senses.

As he walked towards Mrs. Rebecca's carriage, he looked back at Sylvia stealthily. Because of his distraction, he almost missed Mrs. Rebecca's carriage.

"Your Highness Rebecca!" but he quickly adjusted his mentality, gently held Mrs. Rebecca's outstretched hand, and kissed it slightly, "Your noble posture is heart-wrenching!"

"Gui'an, Count Cecil. Thank you for your warm hospitality. Rebecca smiled back with a ceremonial smile.

Behind her, the silver dragon princess Vivien Leigh pouted and unhappily trotted out of the carriage.

"Ah! and you, my beautiful and holy princess, the undefeated knight of the northern battlefields!" Count Cecil chased after two steps, keeping the distance between the two positions just right, "I have to thank you! It is because of your bravery that the empire has been saved from the invasion of the barbarians! I apologize to you for Salik's unreasonableness, Your Highness Princess!"

Vivien Leigh stopped, reaching out and not smiling at the slang that applied everywhere. She looked back and forced a smile, "That's not your fault, Count. ”

Count Cecil lost his mind for a moment, and he looked at Sylvia and then at Vivien Leigh. Then he stretched out his round hands and rubbed his eyes, and when he confirmed that he was not hallucinating, he stared at the back of the majestic Lawrence, and let out a hehe laugh.

He probably mistook Sylvia for Lawrence's illegitimate daughter!

This made Dinah glare at him viciously, and she didn't stop casting the spell until Sylvia patted her on the shoulder.

"Count Cecil, my friend!" said Lawrence beckoning his hand at Cecil, "why don't we enter your magnificent castle and talk to each other?"

Count Cecil slapped his forehead, "You're right!

He was ready to lead the way ahead on his short legs. At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from the dungeon of the castle, the sound of iron chains rattling, and a dozen or so heavily armed knights nervously escorted a shackled prisoner to the square in front of the castle.

Count Cecil frowned, and he roared loudly, "Oh my God, why did you choose this time to identify the criminals? Please, use your brains and do it! I'm entertaining the two kings of the North! You haven't seen a big man in your life!"

The knights of his family instantly froze on the spot, and the warriors who went into battle to kill the enemy were like helpless children at this moment, standing in place with a bewildered expression.

"Do you want me to ask you, fools, keep me away from the kingkiller, the stench of betrayal from him is disgusting even from a kilometer away!" roared Count Cecil in exasperation.

"Yes, my lord!"

The bewildered knights saluted in a panic, intending to drag the unkempt prisoner back to the dungeon with their chains.

"Actually, being around you makes me sick to my stomach, too! The monarch slayer bowed his head as if mockingly.

His familiar voice startled Vivien Leigh, who had been looking at all this with a disgusted expression, and she kept thinking about the source of the voice in her head, and she couldn't help but cry out when she saw that the monarch killer was about to be escorted back to the dungeon.

"Wait!"

Lawrence looked at Vivien Leigh worriedly, and before he could hold his little daughter, Vivien Leigh had already rushed towards the prisoner like a gust of wind.

The knights of Cecil's family instantly showed vigilant expressions, but Count Cecil's words made them stop their follow-up movements.

"Fool, this is the Silver Dragon Princess from the North! Don't point your sword at my noble guest!"

Vivien Leigh turned back to Count Cecil with an appreciative smile, and she hesitated as she walked over to the prisoner, standing a meter away from the monarch's killer and asked softly.

"Yes, is that you? Knight Zenas Redcliffe?"

The Kingkiller looked up.

Despite his dirty head, Charlotte could tell that he was a very handsome young man. It's just that now the unkempt and sticky blond hair looks like a dead branch and a leaf, and the whole person gives people a messy and dirty feeling.

But when he puffed up his chest, no one dared to ignore his aura.

If Lawrence is a lion and Vivien Leigh is a silver dragon, then this man is a cheetah, elegant with a terrifying sense of power.

Zenas raised his head and chest, a self-deprecating smile on the corners of his dirty mouth, "Long time no see, winner of the knightly contest!

Vivien Leigh covered her mouth in astonishment, and it took a long time for her to reach out tremblingly. Ignoring the mess on Zenas, she tried to rip off the chains on his body.

However, Zenas stepped back from the side, dodging Vivien Leigh's kindness, "You shouldn't stand with the vile monarch killer, that will only desecrate your beauty, my princess!"

"No, no...... There must be some misunderstanding!" Vivien Leigh turned back and appealed to Count Cecil, "Earl, this noble gentleman was the champion of the knightly contest three times, the first knight of the young generation of the Empire, and he is a model for all young people!"

"It is impossible for him to commit the shameless act of killing the king, there must be a misunderstanding in this, I am willing to vouch for him in the name of Princess Erosa!"

Charlotte looked at the unkempt young man in amazement. can vouch for Fei Wen Lei's reputation, this young man must be a strong person who makes Fei Wen Lei's heart broken.

But why? Why did he get to where he is now?