The howling of the storm was accompanied by a torrential rain, and the scene in the picture became blurred, and in the continuous roar, it soon turned into a dance of fragments—Feron, Marcuro's butler, stood beside the maid who was stunned by surprise, and he looked at his young master with secret admiration. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not exactly an illusion!

As a servant who has served the Escud family for generations, he has some understanding of the secrets of combat professionals - after the basic incumbent completes the first advanced step into the [Awakening Realm], he resonates with the laws that exist between all things in the world, thus greatly strengthening his own abilities. And specifically for Young Master Markuro's performance, this shows that just now, this young man with outstanding strength has once again improved his strength at the level of [Awakening Realm].

It is worthy of being the "Chosen One of Sword Skills"!

With a secret promise in his heart, Butler Faren watched the white viscous mist quickly dissipate, and his master, Macuro, had already put down the pure steel greatsword in his hand and came to him.

"Young master, news from the city defense army: the Iris Knights have come to Afron."

After bowing slightly, Fei Lun said in a low voice. His forehead, whose hair was neatly combed, was covered with sweat, and it could be seen that he had also hurried over after receiving the news.

"Knights of Iris? Those guys? ”

Marcuro's expression was a little surprised by the news. But he quickly smiled easily, took out a clean handkerchief from the maid's bamboo basket, and began to wipe the sweat from his face and neck—after a little tidying, he took off his sweat-soaked shirt and stuffed it into the bamboo basket.

He took his sword in one hand and walked out of the grove sprinkled with the morning light, the butler Feren followed behind him, and the young and pretty valet trotted all the way to the lodgings--Marcuro did not seem to be worried about the wind chill or anything if he was naked, and the cool breeze hit, and he turned to look at his butler:

"Feren, can you guess their purpose?"

"It's hard to know for sure." Pheron, the butler who was in his age of confusion, shook his head, but he quickly said, "It is probably related to those people." He looked up at the direction where the sun was shining and said faintly, of course Marcuro understood what he meant. The two have been together for nearly ten years, and there are many things, which don't need to be said too carefully.

The Knights of Irises are directly subordinate to the royal family, and in the entire Northlands, the closest to the royal family belongs to the Mister Naldo.

Marcoolo did not deny this pure speculation. Since his youth, the elder Pheren has served as his personal butler. The relationship between the two parties is not just as simple as an ordinary master and servant. Many times, the role of old Pheren was not so much that he was a steward of life as a staff member who participated in the decisions of the nobility.

The two talked all the way, walked through the path in the manor's lawn, and soon returned to their residence. The valet sent the clothes that Marcuro had changed to the laundry room and re-prepared a neat outfit - a slim-fitting tuxedo jacket that the nobles were accustomed to wearing, a white linen shirt, narrow-legged trousers, and a pair of shiny riding boots.

"Young Master, are you going to meet those guests?"

Old Feren glanced at the maid who was standing aside and was about to change Marcoolo's clothes, and asked leisurely.

"Yes, maybe those old friends are here this time."

"It's better to be solemn."

"What do you mean?"

The personal maid was buttoning Marcoolo's shirt, and when she heard the butler old Feren say this, Marcuro frowned slightly and gently patted the maid's hand away. But he soon laughed:

"Maybe I should put on an armor."

……

At the end of September, because of its proximity to the sea, Afron in the Northland was still not really cold.

Unlike the deserted city of Karthas, the capital of Nogo, the city soon became lively as the sun rose—the streets were lined with shops of all shapes and sizes, merchants haggling with shopkeepers, porters selling their labor, loading and unloading goods, resting, wearing some thin clothes, leaning against the carriages or corners, picked up the wine bag he carried with him, swallowed it in small sips, and chatted a few words from time to time.

More often than not, there are groups of small vendors, some of whom spread out a piece of linen cloth at a fixed point, and some of whom are lined with worthless knick-knacks, while others are wrapped in turbans and carry large bamboo baskets, dragging a long Afron accent tail, walking along the street to sell.

Seeing the bands of heavily armed knights, the vendors began to pack up their goods with an agility that surpassed that of elite scouts, and quickly hid in every alley as if they had encountered a dangerous rat.

Miss Alyssa, the knight, was riding on her tall warhorse, and she turned her head to look east and west, and the reaction of the little vendors made her laugh a little dumbfounded—such a bustling scene had not been seen in the Northland since the end of the Sixth Eta War. But the city was a complete surprise, and in a way, it was a testament to the political prowess of the local aristocracy.

She vaguely remembered that it seemed to be the Escud family who was in charge of Afron, the Marquis of Afron who had gone to the royal capital of Alva to meet His Majesty two years earlier, and had a relationship with her. The other party was a gentle, elegant, and personable middle-aged man, with a handsome face and two glances at the long mustache that kept shaking when she spoke, which impressed her deeply.

Will you see the Marquis again this time?

Alyssa kept reminding herself of the etiquette of visiting the nobles, but she didn't notice that as the procession progressed, the street in front of her suddenly opened up - Cody and Lars behind her caught up and rode forward with her:

"Alyssa, look! The guards of the Lord's Mansion. ”

"It looks like the welcome is very grand."

The knight lady looked intently at the square in front of the city lord's mansion, and two columns of knights in ceremonial robes were slowly approaching them, and the leader was a young knight - a face that was extremely handsome, or precisely, not too pretty, even made her ashamed, she wondered if the knight was the same woman as her, but as the two sides got closer, she finally saw clearly-

Marculo Escud was on his horse, and he saw it too—when the banner appeared in his view, he saw the striking purple irises and the staggered swords, but he was suddenly a little frozen.

Because, this is not the Iris Knights he knows.