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The warrior Pang Xiao said: "Okay, I'll do something." With a knife in his hand, he jumped into the sea.

As the warrior Pang Xiao's hand fell, the huge polar bear let out a roar.

However, in the Arctic Ocean, there are blood-stained roses everywhere.

Tang Zhangwei didn't raise his head, he concentrated on baking egg tarts.

Sima Qingshan was baking cakes, He Baifu was roasting whale meat, and these people were busy with their own affairs.

It seems that the things outside have nothing to do with them, but Tang Zhangwei knows that his subordinates can kill polar bears with their bare hands.

Of course, for the average person, this part-time job is inconceivable, because to do so is simply a massacre of people.

However, like Tang Zhangwei, there are a few warriors under him, and killing a polar bear is as simple as doing a part-time job.

The reason why Tang Zhangwei didn't let them show off was because he couldn't bear to see people unilaterally slaughtering animals.

William picked him up with one arm and lifted him into the air. "Don't let the priest hear you scold your sister like that," he said.

Richard wriggled and screamed, "You're hurting me—let me go!" ”

William lifted him up for a moment. Richard stopped struggling and cried loudly. William put him down, and he ran away in tears.

Alena glared at William, forgetting her game, and wrinkled her eyebrows together in confusion. "What are you doing here?" She said. Her voice was low and calm, like that of an older man.

William sat on the bench, quite proud of the manipulation of Richard just now. "I've come to see you," he said.

A look of alarm crossed her face. "Why?"

William sat just long enough to stare at the stairs. He saw a man in his forties come downstairs to the hall, dressed like a high-class servant, wearing a round hat and muslin tights. The servant greeted someone, and a knight and a soldier walked up the stairs together. William looked at Alena again. "I'd like to talk to you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Talk about you and me." He looked over her shoulder and saw the servant approaching. The man's posture was a bit feminine. In one of his hands, he held a cone-shaped brown piece of sugar, which looked dirty. In the other hand, he held a zigzag root-like thing, like ginger. The man, apparently the head of the house, had just gone to a locked cupboard of spices in the earl's chamber to fetch valuable ingredients for today's meal, and was now delivering them to the cook, presumably sugar for sour apple pie and ginger for lamprey.

Alena followed William's gaze. "Oh, hello, Matthew."

The manager smiled and broke her a piece of candy. William sensed that Matthew loved Alena very much. There must have been something in her demeanor that made him feel unpleasant about her, and his smile turned into a frown, and he said with concern, "Is everything alright?" His voice was soft.

"All good, thank you."

Matthew saw William with a look of surprise on his face. "It's young William Hamley, right?"

William was embarrassed to be recognized, even though it was natural for people to recognize him. "Leave the candy to the kids," he said, but they didn't give it to him, "and I don't like to eat sugar." ”

"Yes, sir." Matthew's appearance showed that he had never almost made the young masters of the squire so angry as he did today. He turned to face Alena, "Your father has brought back some beautiful soft satin—I'll show you later." ”

"Thank you," she said.

Matthew walked away.

William said, "Sissy fool." ”

Alena said, "Why are you being so rough with him? ”

"I will not allow servants to call me 'Young William.'" This was not a good start to proposing to a lady, and William's heart sank, realizing that he had not taken the first step well. He should be fascinated. He said with a smile on his face, "If you were my wife, my servant would call you Madame." ”

"Are you here to talk about marriage?" William, she said, could hear a hint of distrust in her tone.

"You don't know me," William said in a pleaded tone. He painfully realized that he could not influence the conversation. He had originally thought that he would talk about it first, and then get to the point, but she was straightforward, forcing him to get straight to the point. "You're mistaking me. The last time we met, I don't know what I did to make you dislike me; Whatever your reasons, you're jumping to conclusions. ”

She looked to the side, thinking about how to answer. William looked behind her, and the knight and the soldier came down from the stairs and out the door, as if they were on official business. After a while, a man in a clergyman's robe—presumably the count's secretary—came down from above and beckoned. Two knights stood up and went upstairs: Ralph of Lem, who was cloaked in a red-lined cloak, and an older bald head. Obviously, the people waiting in the hall were going to the earl's chamber to meet him. But why?

"After all this time?" Alena spoke. She's suppressing some kind of emotion. It may be angry, but William faintly felt ridiculed, "After so much trouble, anger and rumors, just now that the situation has finally calmed down, you came to tell me that I misunderstood?" ”

When she said this, it did seem a little unbelievable, and William understood. "Actually, it's not calm yet – people are still talking, my mother is still angry, my father still can't hold his head up in front of people."

"It's all about family honor for you, isn't it?" The letters that were sent out were orders, William thought to himself; An order to Bartholomew's friends and allies, warning them to be ready for battle. And the Messengers are proof.

He realized that Alena was glaring at him. "Marry someone you don't like?" He repeated her last words, "Do you like me?" ”

Anger flashed in her eyes. "You didn't listen," she said, "you know yourself in your heart, and you don't want to think about other people's feelings even for a moment." What did you do the last time you were here? You talked so hard that you were all talking about yourself, and you didn't even ask me a word! ”

Her voice had risen to the level of a shout, and when she stopped, William noticed that the people on the other end of the room were listening silently. He was embarrassed. "Don't be so loud," he told her.

She didn't care. "Do you want to know why I don't like you? Well, listen to me tell you. I don't like you because you're uneducated. I don't like you because you can't read a lot of words. I don't like you because you're only interested in your dog, your horse, and yourself. ”

Cat-faced Gilbert and Jack from Gillome burst out laughing. William felt his face flush. What kind of goods are these people? They were but knights, and they dared to laugh at him, the son of Sir Percy Hamley.

(End of chapter)

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