(What kind of spell is Lightning Bolt??Just look at the name, you can probably understand, what is there to talk about...... ）

A convoy marched along the muddy road, black-brown stains rolled up by wheels, raised by horses' hooves, and thrown everywhere, but without any loss of majesty. It was a frenzy of gold, silver, and steel, emitting a fiery aura from the furnace, sweeping across the land.

The villagers who were about to go to the fields to work quickly stopped. They didn't know the pattern on the flags of the convoy, nor did they know which family's crest the crest of the crow with the rose on the twin swords was, but they all knew what the difference in status and strength meant. At this time, it is best to quickly kneel on the side of the road and look down at the splashing mud spots.

"Slow down the convoy, is there anyone in the village?"

From the red curtain of the gold and silver carriage floated a gentle word with a fragrance, and the kindness in it was self-evident, and just listening to this beautiful sound made people want to be close. The closest position to the carriage has always been a goal for knights, just like the championship title in jocustling competitions. Now, the honor belongs to Sisman Paladin, who is proud to be the first to hear the voice of the Marquise.

"Yes, ma'am, and I'll slow the convoy down. The two white mustaches on the Sisman Paladin's mouth turned up slightly, fluttering with the rhythm of his mount. His greatest pride in his life was the shining paladin armor and the two white beards that never drooped, and it is said that there was a third, but only a few people had the privilege of seeing it in person. "Madame, can I distribute bread and salt to these peasants in your name?"

"Mistress Sisman, you're going to serve me?" the voice behind the curtain took on a slight urgency. The paladin's mind immediately thought of the people who were excited to see him, their skin shaking ruddy from the acceleration of breathing, and their beard curled even higher. "Oh no, how can I dare not enjoy this honor. As...... Let's praise the Goddess of Truth and Thunder and do good deeds for the glory of the Goddess. ”

"Of course, it's better. The Sissman Paladin straightened his chest on horseback and waved his right hand. His servant was close by, and when he saw the gesture, he understood it and went to distribute food to the disturbed farmers on the side of the road. Of course, this must have been done in the name of the Paladin and the Marquise, and if you can't remember both names at the same time, you don't want to receive anything.

"Sissman, can you tell me more about my grandson?"

"Of course, Marquise. "The paladin, relying on his superb horsemanship, came closer to the carriage and made several of his comrades grind their teeth. "Although young, little Gresham is the pride of the Sunset Mountains. He's great in every way, but he's still improving. There are already many paladins willing to choose him as the Thunder Lord. ”

"Sissman, what is the Thunder Lord, maybe I shouldn't know about it, right?"

"For others, the news certainly can't be said. But the Marquise has always been a supporter and benefactor of the Church of the Goddess, and your piety and kindness are recognized. And Gresham Gary is your grandson, why hide the news about him, especially the righteous and beautiful news?" Sisman Paladin waved his hand and said in a dignified tone: "Of course, the model leader should choose the best among the vigorous paladins, and Gresham will definitely get my vote." My paladin friends have the same idea!"

"I don't even know how to thank you, Mistress Sisman. The voice in the carriage softened, and with an irresistible elegance it sounded again: "My lord, I am very fond of hearing good news from you, could you please tell me more about the battle between Gresham and the griffin?" I hope to hear something different from a brave paladin like you, such as what he is not doing well, and how he can improve it?"

"Of course, Marquise, I would like to explain to you in detail. With your elders who care about him, Gresham's progress will not stop. ”

Then, a wonderful story echoed in the convoy, about Gresham Gary Paladin, who was attacked by two giant griffons during an escort mission. With the death of his teammates, the young and promising paladin heroically fought the griffon, eventually slaying the monster and protecting the Bishop and his beautiful female elven disciples.

Stories are just stories, and they don't have the power to change reality like spells. The icy north wind was still howling, afraid of waving the flags above the convoy and hunting. Their goal is Saddle Fortress in the Sunset Mountains, and the poor road conditions have already left them behind, so they have more mud pips rolled up.

Eagles perch in the cliffs, and horses stand on the plains. So to get to Ice Peak Fortress is to climb the hill, and Saddle Forest Fortress is only slightly higher than the surrounding mud ground. This is the castle with the most horses in the Sunset Mountain Fortress, and only the paladins here are true "horsemen". As night fell, when the convoy approached, a group of knights was already standing on the ground to greet them, and the first one was of course Gresham Gary.

After watching the knights pass by, and then saluting Lord Sisman, Gresham hurried up to meet him without waiting for the carriage to be firm. He has three kinds of smiles, a pious smile, a family smile and a love smile, the last of which is rarely revealed, but this does not prevent his affectionate smile from blooming on his face.

"Grandma! I was startled when I received the letter, I didn't expect you to really come!

A word prompted the car door open, and the person behind the curtain finally showed his true face. She was as beautiful as the rumors, and the years seemed to have only added wisdom and grace, forgetting to leave other marks on her. If it weren't for Gresham's "grandma", saying that she was thirty or forty years old, no one would have doubted that she was just the little aunt of the young paladin.

Although the pale gray coat was inconspicuous against the silver and gold knight's armor and the fiery red and blue banners, the Marquise herself was strong enough to overwhelm everything. Her long pale brown hair, covered with jewels, glittered in the light of torches, and together with the stars of the night sky, she was covered with a halo veil. The emerald setting on it contrasted with her bright turquoise eyes, but the rubies and diamonds were slightly inferior to her lips and complexion, which was a little regrettable.

Gresham helped her out of the carriage and into the tall castle. He wasn't the owner of the place, but it was easy to "borrow" the small reception room, so he had comfortable chairs and a warm fire early in the morning. The Marquise was very picky in some ways, she definitely did not eat and drink anything too extravagant, so the pastries and wines presented here were only exquisite, never expensive.

"You've mixed spices with this again, haven't you?" said the Marquise, sniffing at her glass. She sighed: "You're fine with everything, but it's not good to change your surname." Although he wants to serve the noble goddess, why should he change his surname?"

"Grandma, I'm still your grandson, and that's never going to change. Gresham took the warm towel from the servant and told them all to leave.

The Marquise scalded her face with a towel and warmed the back of her hand. She didn't need to wear makeup at all, so the white towel was still white, unchanged except for the temperature. She looked at it carefully, and then nodded: "Yes, more resolute and handsome, my grandson is really getting better and better!

"Of course I welcome it, but it's cold and windy at this time, and it's even more hurtful than winter, and I'm just worried about grandma. ”

"I don't think so, I just feel that spring is in full swing, and a good season is just around the corner. The Marquise smiled slightly: "I have two good news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Of course, it's the one that grandma likes to say the most. ”

"Archduke Aria III, our esteemed administrator, has stated that he does not support but does not hinder the exemplary leader. He will definitely use some tricks openly and secretly, but at least there is nothing he can do about the first step. ”

"Great!" Gresham almost jumped to his feet, "and that leaves one less important reason for those in the church to object." I believe that this news will be known at the meeting of the Holy Three Fortress next week. ”

"Yes. The Marquise smiled and nodded. "Gresham, you must behave well, serve with your heart and be loyal under the seat of the goddess of truth and thunder. Piety and goodness are the two shields of the family, but don't forget it. ”

"Of course, of course, I never dare to forget. Gresham paced in circles, calculating in his mind who would support him as a new lord. As long as nothing happens, he will receive enough votes, even according to the worst expectations. Then, when he came back to his senses, he saw the Marquise, who had been left out for a moment, but still had a dignified smile. Outsiders may only be amazed by her temperament and beauty, but the family can distinguish the expression under that countenance, and it is currently kind.

"Grandma, I'm so sorry, this good news made me lose my temper. Can...... What's the other piece of good news?"

"Princela will be your wife, and all obstacles are gone. ”

"This ...... I don't want to. Gresham shook his head, his hands clenched unconsciously. Princela...... She...... I heard she was ...... with that asshole of Feige Hall."

"Everything you hear is something that someone else wants you to know and then influences you. When rumors spread, Princela came to me and asked for my refuge. Without your support, she was very sad, she did nothing but pray, she didn't see any man, and she stayed with me for eight months, you know? She wanted to come to see you, but she was very scared, which shows what kind of place you have in his heart. What, are you going to be crushed by rumors?"

"Did you know that Feige Hale is in the Sunset Mountains?"

"Of course. The Hall family is well-informed, Templar and royal count, and the dual status brings double benefits. Before, they never expressed any opinion on the affairs of the model leader, but as soon as the second son was exiled, they immediately took sides and became supporters of the model leader. The idea is clear. The north of the duchy is bitterly cold and useless, the southeast is blocked by the coast, and the southwest is in a fierce battle with the hooligans of Feinberg. In the northwest, a new nobility could be settled. The Church needs an example, and the Principality doesn't need a strategic fulcrum that can make a detour back to Feinberg's northern flank? I have money, but can gold be turned into food? You need Princela more than she needs you. ”

The clenched fist slowly loosened, and Gresham nodded: "Grandma, you know that I listen to you the most. ”

"Good. The Marquise breathed a long sigh of relief: "You must always remember that our family must be closely integrated with the Church of the Goddess of Truth and Thunder in order to gain a firm foothold among the nobles and to be sheltered. I'm always worried that something bad is going to happen, and only the goddess can save us. ”

"Grandma, you've always been like that. Our family is thriving, what's wrong. ”

"Don't say that, be humble. I want to donate a sum of money to the church, which bishop do you think I should find better?"

"I'll arrange it, you can rest in peace, and you'll have a long journey. Gresham found his servant outside the door and explained: "Write to Bishop Stander in the standard form, saying that the Marquise de Pogemana wants to contribute to the Church and wants to hear the bishop's teachings in person. Write now, send it tonight. ”