Marcuro smiled, he certainly knew what the three young noble knights were watching across the table. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But he didn't care - his natural good looks had bothered him a lot. But after crossing a certain age, he has already looked down: laugh it off, or, once he has crossed a certain limit, draw his sword and end it.

Not much of the latter happens.

Alyssa glanced at Cody beside her, who quickly understood, and took out a scroll of paperwork from her backpack - the three of them traveled far away under the banner of the reserve of the Iris Knights, and naturally they also went through some relevant legal procedures.

Whenever you go to a place, to be precise, there are barons and nobles above the status of barons stationed, and the training documents must be signed and confirmed by the local nobles. When they return, the document will be kept as evidence for an inquest - a procedure necessary to prevent certain speculators from doing some dirty or rebellious deeds that would damage the reputation of the whole.

Marcuro took the gilded parchment scroll, straightened up, and unfolded it on the long table, on which in addition to the coat of arms of the Knights of Iris, was accompanied by a large string of floral signatures from various nobles. Macuro took a cursory look and saw that the journey of the three knights in front of him began from the royal capital of Elva, and passed through Saldo, Danzig, Lazis, and Nogo, until now, to Afron. (Note: As the only ice-free port in the northern part of the kingdom, Afron is administratively divided as an independent city and is not subordinate to Nogo.) ）

"You've worked hard from afar."

Glancing up, Marcuro picked up a quill and scribbled his name at the bottom of his signature. His fingers were slender and white, like a woman's, and he didn't look like a knight who had been practicing martial arts for a long time.

"Monsieur Baron......"

Alyssa saw the handwriting on the scroll that had just been inked, and stopped talking. She had heard that Baron Escud of Afron was a rare master of swordsmanship, but she looked at the age of the man in front of her, as well as his hands, and couldn't help but be suspicious.

Originally, she was going to ask the other party for some guidance in swordsmanship - after fighting an undead "resurrector" with excellent swordsmanship skills in the abandoned village of Nogo Mountain, she felt the roughness of her swordsmanship skills and the lack of strength, and she had always had a desire for this, but when she looked at the knight on the other side, her heart suddenly became hesitant.

"What's the matter?"

Still smiling calmly, Marcuro asked Miss Knight.

"I heard, you're a powerful knight?"

After thinking about it, the upright knight lady decided to ask directly. It's just that after she said this, a little regret suddenly appeared in her heart, she felt that something seemed wrong, but she couldn't find anything wrong for a while. Alyssa stared at the oval copper vase on the table, in which were inserted a few fresh wild moonflowers, the bright red intense color was like a blazing fire, and her heart was tense, and her hands were intertwined with her fingers, tangled on the table, hiding her inner emotions-

Soon, Alyssa figured out the reason—in the etiquette of the nobles of the kingdom, nobles of the same rank or similar status asked such questions when they met for the first time, which was probably equivalent to provocation, or challenge, invitation.

What the hell am I doing?

Alyssa wanted to slap her head hard, and she stole a glance around her—Cody and Lars were looking at her in amazement, while the Baron Escud, after putting the quills back on the table, was still sitting in his chair, not even changing his gentle smile.

"Lord Baron?"

Miss Knight's companions, two young men who were also from noble backgrounds and belonged to the reserve of the Iris Riding Regiment, couldn't help but shout softly. They know that knights who exercise regularly usually have some obvious physical characteristics. But this law hardly applies to those who are above a certain level of power—and it stands to reason that Miss Alyssa ought to know such things in the teachings of the family and its elders—

But she?

Did she want to verify the truth of what Mr. Henry Wolf had said?

Cody and Lars speculated on the knight's thoughts, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the baron opposite did not react too excitedly—as a guest, Miss Elisa's behavior was inevitably a little rude to some extent, but the calmness of the other party also made the young knight a little more curious.

After all, judging from the appearance, the other party's age, reaching that level of strength is too appalling-

Alyssa looked at Marcuro several more times, and was about to say something apologetic, when Monsieur Baron rose from his chair, and there was a rhythmic tapping outside the door of the reception room.

Macuro opened the door, and a middle-aged city official stood outside. He looked at Archon Afron in front of him, and then at Alyssa's group of three young men:

"My lord, something very important."

After frowning and saying this, he refused to say more. But his expression has already expressed the seriousness and importance of this news.

With an apologetic smile, Marcuro immediately walked out of the reception room with the middle-aged official.

The three traveling noble knights began to discuss in a low voice.

"Alyssa, do you know what you were doing?"

Lars muttered, seeing that Miss Knight nodded with certainty, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and continued: "Mr. Baron's strength is likely to exceed your and mine's imagination. ”

"You mean, he reached that level?"

Cody questioned, but Lars was quick to reply, "Haven't you noticed a difference yet?" ”

Alyssa shook her head, she looked at Lars, then at Cody, without a single expression.

"Two idiots who lack perception—"

Lars patted his forehead for a headache. Immediately afterward, he said in a reminding tone: "There is no wind in the room right now. ”

"With the doors and windows closed, how can the wind come in?"

Alyssa was puzzled by Lars's claim, and she reached out and shook her palm in the air. In fact, as she said, this is one of the houses in a large area of the city lord's mansion, although the light is good, but the closed doors and windows determine that the cool air from the outside world cannot be poured in.

"Didn't you notice when Mr. Baron was still there?"

Lars stared at his companion, his voice momentarily serious.