Early morning.

The forest was still in a dark and silent silence, with a white mist filling the forest and a bitter chill in the temperature, a trade route from the plains of Dortiz in Lazis to Boomer and to the town of Silverleaf.

There were few traces of pedestrians and carriages on the trade routes, and occasionally one or two dark grey-furred hares fluttered over the grass, and when they approached the edge of the trade routes, they raised their long, furry ears vigilantly—

This timid creature was undoubtedly very sensitive to any wind and grass around it, as if it had heard something terrible, and a hare that had just stayed in the grass by the roadside to probe its head ran back into the forest, and as the breeze blew, leaving only a slight swaying sound of weeds and tree branches.

One horse, one after the other, emerged from the vast fog with vague outlines.

The cold temperature of early spring made the road very solid, and when the horses and the figures on horseback gradually became clear, the sound of horses' hooves gradually became louder and louder in the trade road, and the horses lifted and fell, "tick tick tick", like a rhythmic drum music.

There was also the sound of a figure on horseback talking.

But most of the time, it's just one of them complaining, or rather, talking to himself.

"Stewart, are you sure it's really appropriate to get up so early and go? You see, there is not even a ghost on this trade route now, and even the most fanatical of the Xhosa merchants would never choose to rush on such a cold morning. I think you're a little crazy! Yes, you are indeed crazy! Otherwise, you wouldn't have abandoned Lacey and run out to do this damn mercenary business again......"

In the empty trade lane, Stewart rode ahead, followed by a guy who kept nagging all the way—

The fellow had a remarkable skin, he had long beautiful blond hair, tied with a white string into a downward ponytail hanging down behind him, and his face was white and beardless, and he was dressed in a dress and narrow-legged trousers, which were as milky as lamb's skin, like the sassy boots he wore at his feet—

Dressed in pure white, except for some special occasions, it is rare to see people wearing such a dress -

White can easily become dirty and unsightly due to dust and stains, and the price of a set of clothes, especially a standard dress, is not cheap even for the aristocracy, and usually only the ladies of the big noble families will wear a truly pure white and flawless wedding dress when they get married.

And the horse under him is actually a white horse of pure color, without a trace of other coat colors!

This obviously can't be described as a simple "sao bao", such horses are extremely rare-

Horses with pure white coats, tall and majestic bodies, and slender and powerful limbs, even among all the cavalry units of the Northland Legion, could not find a single horse of the same kind of warhorse, such a rare thing, it is well known that only the honor guard of the Edwin royal family has so many horses!

Rare means precious.

Compared with the pure white dress of the bag, this white horse obviously highlights a more important temperament of its owner - a local tyrant!

At this time, the "local tyrant" was still chattering, but Stewart, who had always been quiet, seemed to be unable to stand the noise in his ears anymore, he turned his head with a cold expression, "Pyrot, you don't have to follow a madman!" ”

"That's—"

The local tyrant of Sao Bao seemed to be speechless, he rolled his eyes, and after a pause, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and moistened his throat and continued:

"How can that work? In order to oversee you for Lessy, I had to run out with difficulty. As a man, I know men too well, and sometimes, I can't help but mess with them, and I'm really worried about my dear sister, after all, her mind is sometimes too naïve......"

Pyrrot is Lacey's older brother -

Some time ago, Stewart came to the plains of Dortiz with his wife Lacey and daughter Rhona. In that prosperous and rich area, Stewart met his father-in-law, Mr. Thordo, again fourteen years later—

The old man was in good health, and as he grew older, although he still had a bit of his old appearance in his face, his spirit was not as good as before, but when he saw his daughter Lacey, he could not help but shed two lines of warm tears from the wrinkled and brown-spotted face.

Immediately, Stewart saw his wife Lacey pounce into the arms of the old man, who gently patted his daughter on the back, without any words, in silent silence, and the father and daughter burst into tears.

"Father."

"Oh, Lacey, my baby girl......"

The old man's breathing fluctuated sharply because of the change in mood, he seemed to be panting unevenly, and his voice was intermittent, but after a while, when he suddenly looked up and saw Stuart and Rhona standing not far away, his slightly cloudy and yellowish eyes showed a rare light.

"Stewart?"

"It's me, Mr. Toldo."

For the first time, a man of this size, Stewart, looked timid, and his face was a little hot—a basic realization of being a thief, who had stolen Mr. Toldo's most important treasure, but had not delivered any letters or messages during the long period of fourteen years.

This is, of course, a huge mistake.

Life's mistakes.

However, when the old man saw Rhona, and saw this twelve-year-old girl who was quite similar in appearance to Rycy, the idea of scolding Stewart fiercely, and the language that had already been organized, instantly vanished like a mist in the sun, and such a sudden and violent emotion was like a heavy stone plugging his chest—

The old man's chest bulged like a bellows that had been completely opened, and he stretched out his trembling fingers and tapped Stewart, but he didn't say a word.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Toldo."

Stewart knelt down in front of the old man, who ignored him, and although his vision was blurred, he stared at Stewart's daughter, a twelve-year-old girl, Rhona.

"Woo woo woo ......" But Rona had never seen this strange old man after all, and when she saw the old man's excited appearance, she couldn't help crying out in fright.

……

In this way, the Lacey family, who returned home after many years and returned to the town of Warm Wind in the Dortis Plains, made this small aristocratic family that had always been quiet in these days very lively...... I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~