Embedded in the Inverness Stone Tower on a steep cliff, the pale light of which looked down like a magic eye on the ground, Angus was wearing a silver-plated chain mail, and the bronze decoration on his braids shone with a golden light, and he put down a horn cup with an ugly expression.

"It's bitter."

"This is a brain-refreshing potion, not for you to drink as honey wine." His master reminded loudly, a look of pity on his face.

"Can I have a drink?" Angus's squire Gillick asked boldly.

"Be careful, if you drink too much, you'll die." This kind of "Shadow of the Night" is not easy to mix, and Master Kenneth does not intend to let the two children waste the treasure he has worked so hard to refine.

Angus had been practicing his black sword for more than half a year, and the last time he had seen his adoptive father was at Christmas.

The sharp sword and the effects of the potions made his eyes extremely sharp, like an owl looking down on the earth.

"Someone's coming!" Master Kenneth made a silencing gesture to the two children as he quickly snatched the croissant from Gillick's hand.

Thick pine needles lay like a carpet on the ground, and the mounts of visitors were like a grouse intruding into the woods, and a cloud of smoke rose from the fluffy ground that trampled on it.

"Lord Lloyd!" Master Kenneth shouted at the other.

"Master Blacksmith, I'm ordered to pick people up." The dusty warrior on horseback tore open his dark yellow cloak, revealing the new arrows on his arms.

Angus is hidden in the shadows, and it is clear that Lloyd is the most loyal and cruel squire of his adoptive father, and his presence here means that something big must be happening.

"Is there going to be a war?" Master Kenneth glanced at his swordsmanship disciple with some unease, the rebellion was likely to cost the two children their lives.

The Lloyd guard shook his head unexpectedly, his sigh even more palpitating.

"The king didn't send Donald." Speaking of this, the Highland warrior looked in the direction where Angus was hiding from his horse, and his expression was extremely complicated, "Molai is back. ”

Gillick had been staring at the Lloyd guards with hatred, but he was a little carried away when he heard this, so much so that he let out a crunchy voice: "Lord Marsnecota? ”

All eyes turned to the poor little squire, who was like a frightened rabbit suddenly aware of the danger he faced.

"There's no time, let's go at once." Lloyd ordered, and without even waiting, he galloped at the speed of a falcon and grabbed Angus on his horse, and the black sword fell.

"Let him go!" Gillick seemed to have found his courage, and he rushed to the horse's belly, hoping to stop the fierce and brutal fellow, despite the danger of being trampled to death.

But Lloyd, as if he had expected this, leaped lightly over his horse, allowing Gillick to fall to the ground, his hair covered with pine needles and dust.

"Son, come with me." Master Kenneth sighed, helped him up, and put Angus's black sword away from the ground, "Let's go to Elgin." ”

Now that the Count of Morai has returned to the heights, a new round of reshuffling has begun, and the master of swordsmanship does not know what fate awaits the boy, but he will not easily abandon his disciples and lords, which he made when he was appointed as Angus's bodyguard.

The King of Scotland seems to be aware of the hatred and turmoil he has caused in the Morley region, and Glouohe's husband, Ouistin, is a cruel and cunning man whose men are not only unable to stabilize the high ground for the royal family, but also pose a threat to the Scots' own army. King Malcolm's repeated refusal to give Molai to the ambitious highlander finally made them lose patience. For Ouistin, the Scots could no longer help themselves to secure their rule, but could be the vanguard of another invasion by King Malcolm at any time - Ouisdin knew that Malcolm would certainly not be comfortable handing over Morlay to his younger brother, Prince Donald, but it was likely that one of his sons would nominally rule Morlay in preparation for the complete annexation of the entire Highlands in the future.

The rebellion took place, and Uisdin slaughtered all the Scottish troops stationed in Molay, sent his adopted son to the northern fortress, and then began to gather forces, and the walls were cleared, transforming from a lackey of the royal family to a guardian of the high ground.

"How far is it?" The long journey had completely overwhelmed young Gillick, who groaned weakly.

Master Kenneth made no reply, but continued to hurry, for they had died of a white Icelandic horse, and were now forced to ride a gray-haired mule toward Elgin's shores.

At this time, Elgin's court was already a tower, the banners on the ramparts were hanging listlessly, the round hall was empty, and the news of the return of the Count of Morais had caused the disgraced Ouisdin to rebel almost in October, and the lord did not dare to defend the large fortress, and retreated to a monastery with his cronies and guards, waiting for the end to come.

Angus saw his adoptive father again in this gloomy stone monastery, where the shadow of the dead hung over the high walls, and the cemetery had doubled in size during the reign of Ouisdin, and the whole monastery looked almost like a lonely city besieged by the dead, as the living lived next to the dead in this era.

"My child." Uisdin looked a little tired, his eyes lit up at the sight of Angus in silver, and the sight of this handsome child always calmed him, and even reminded him of a long-lost tenderness.

"Father!" Angus let out a sob, his adoptive father's old state was something he had never imagined, and there was an ugly deep ravine on his bald top, did he want to lose a father again?

"What are you crying about!" "You're a shame to look like this," said Uysdin. ”

Angus stiffly stopped sobbing as his adoptive father continued: "I have been advised to kill you, my child. ”

Angus, startled by this thunderbolt on a sunny day, froze motionless.

"I've refused," Uisdin glanced at Lloyd, who stood with his sword on his face, "but if you continue to be like a, maybe I'll change my mind." ”

The boy burst into tears, and he didn't know why.

"Now I can't protect you anymore, my child. You're Morley's bastard, and I think those talkative guys must have spread the word about it all over Elgin. "When I die, you will return to your father, who may give you some inheritance, or he may send you to a convent." I don't expect you to continue to consider yourself my heir, but I want you to promise me one thing. ”

The lord's speech suddenly quickened, like a sudden rain falling on a breezy summer afternoon: "I have many enemies, but these have nothing to do with you, there is only one hatred, and you must settle it for me in the future." ”

Angus was a little ignorant, he didn't realize that his adoptive father was explaining the aftermath to him, but he was just immersed in the confusion of confirming his biological father's identity.

"Listen, my child, you must kill him by any means!" The lord's voice woke Angus from his dream-like distractions, "I once went south for revenge, but I was in a hurry and could only hire a group of amateur minions, and I gave them the most accurate information, but those wastes couldn't even solve the two of them. ”

Angus heard a bitter hatred in his adoptive father's voice, as if his bones would never rest unless the man was destroyed.

"I know this is too much for you, and you may die because of it, but I have no other heirs, and only you can entrust this matter."

"I promise you, father!" Angus assured the lord in a hoarse tone, "I will kill the king of England for you." ”