Arold felt that someone tugged at the corner of his clothes, and saw a little red face come out from under his squeaky socket, it was a little girl of five or six years old, she blinked her long eyelashes, her big blue eyes looked at her curiously, and her chubby little hands clutched a wooden spoon.

"Hey, little darling, when did you get in?" Ive's mother smiled and held the blonde little Lori in her arms, and the little girl was also obediently lying in her mother's arms.

"This is, this is?" Arrod looked at this cute little Lori in puzzlement, and Little Lori looked like she wanted to say something, her slender eyebrows were wrinkled, and her eyes were full of confusion.

"What's wrong with Lena, your brother is well, aren't you happy for him?" Their mother teased her daughter, then turned and stirred with an iron spoon in a tong, helping her daughter make some mushy porridge, and Lena suddenly pouted and began to cry.

"Brother Arrod is gone, he's gone."

"Ah, what?" Arold was shocked by the little girl's words and broke out in a cold sweat, he almost panicked and almost knocked over his plate, of course he was going to panic, if he really traveled to medieval Europe, then the soul of this young man named Arold that he possessed must have been destroyed by himself, he didn't know if these people would burn themselves to death like they did with witches if they listened to the little girl's words.

"What's wrong, baby." Of course, their mother did not understand the meaning of Little Lena's words, and the innocence and sensitivity of children were actually extremely accurate, but adults always ignored them easily with their own way of thinking.

"Haha, my sister, why don't you remember me?" Arrod was not the kind of person to sit still, so he quickly got up and walked over to his mother, taking little Lena from her arms and trying to calm her down.

"Woo woo ~ ~~." But Arold didn't understand anything. He might have been able to deal with a warrior as strong as his brother, but this delicate-looking little sister was so stubborn that she kicked and made a fuss in Arold's arms, and she could not be quiet for a moment.

"No, I have to think of a way, I can't cross the first day and be wiped out." Out of the corner of his eye, Arrod saw the sharp axe leaning against the wall behind the wooden door. I shuddered.

He searched the two-story house of mud and wood, and near the dining table was a wooden shelf with the clay pot that his mother possessed to show off, and a few silver-plated plates, which, though it seemed to Arold to be ridiculous, was how the nobles of the day flaunted their wealth to others.

Fortunately, a linen handkerchief for wiping his hands was placed on the dining table to save Arold, and he picked up the linen handkerchief and quickly knitted a small mouse with his fingers, and he took the cloth mouse and moved around. Lena, who had never seen a mouse alive in a linen handkerchief, was intrigued, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, and her blue eyes stared motionlessly at the mouse that moved between Arrod's fingers.

Arold's mind was pulled back from the whirlpool of memories, and he was holding a mouse made of linen handkerchiefs in his hands, a technique that Arold dared to say that no second person knew, could it be that the clown was his missing sister Lena?

"Let go of me, you scoundrels." The clown, known as the Gray Dove, struggles desperately at the hands of his fellow drunkards. The surrounding aristocrats just watched it as a farce.

"Nobody saved you, you idiot." It's not easy for the drunkard. Taking the coarse linen cloth from the squire's hand, he said to the gray pigeon with a sinister smile.

"Phew." The grey dove spat at the drunkard without yielding, and the other wanderers begged for forgiveness, but the nobles were indifferent, for the man whom the grey dove offended was the baron's brother-in-law.

"Very well, I'd like to see. What tricks can you play? Send her to my room first. The baron's brother-in-law said to his companions.

"Wait a minute." Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded in the hall, and the smiling nobles were surprised to see that the person who made the voice was from Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg himself.

"Oh, what's going on?" The nobles whispered to each other. They didn't expect Arold to suddenly stop the farce.

"Lord Duke, please don't worry, this is an event in the banquet, just for fun." The baron thought that Arold was not satisfied with the performance, and quickly explained to Arold, but Arold ignored him at all.

I saw Arold walk down from the master's seat, the nobles quickly stood up, even Princess Josie and Ron and others didn't understand what was going on, they only saw Arold walking straight towards the baron's wife and brother, but only Harvey keenly noticed that Arold's eyes fell on the Joker.

"Ah, is she, she's ~~." Harvey snapped into one thing, and she smacked herself to her feet.

"I've been looking for you, and since my father's death, guilt has been blowing with me, and I've been blaming myself for countless nights why I didn't notice Count Lauzitz's plot sooner, why I didn't have a knightly order as powerful as it is today." Arrod's gaze was intense, writhing the struggling clown, and the people around him couldn't help but get out of the way.

"Woo." The gray dove looked at Arrod, who was approaching, and only felt that the person in front of her was very familiar, but she felt extremely strange.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." Arold walked up to the gray dove and reached out to remove her red-nosed ornament, and sure enough, it was the face he had seen in countless dreams.

"Ahh But the grey dove did not know that after being captured by the baron's wife and brother, she had made the nobles of this hall an enemy, and she slammed into the jaw of Arrod's palm.

"Ahh Arold only felt the pain in his heart, but he did not withdraw his hand from the mouth of the gray dove.

"You bold ~~." The baron's wife and brother and the others saw that the clown had the audacity to bite Arold, and hurriedly tried to step forward to stop it, so that they could show their faces in front of the Duke of Mecklenburg.

"Stop, if you disturb the gathering of the duke's brothers and sisters at this time, don't say it, the duke will blame at that time, and I didn't warn you." However, Harvey stopped in front of the crowd, and she warned them with a smile on her face.

"What brother and sister?" The baron and the others were taken aback when they heard this, they originally thought that Arold was suddenly interested in the clown because of some other strange fetishes, but they didn't expect it to be the duke's sister.

"Little Lena, I'm so hard to find you." Arold looked at the blood that flowed from the mouth of his hand, as if it were not his own hand at all, perhaps the guilt of the soul was nothing compared to the pain of the flesh.

"Woo." For some reason, two lines of tears flowed from the eyes of the gray pigeon, and she obviously didn't know this person, and suddenly, as if some pictures kept appearing in her mind, her head seemed to explode in pain, and she fainted in front of her eyes.

(To be continued.) )