"Dylan......" Baldwin said with a complicated expression.

He and Dylan, in the eyes of some who don't know the details, were half-blooded brothers - Baldwin, of course, knew that he was not the son of Morton Donkray, he was just an ordinary commoner, and he remembered that his father had fallen off a cliff while hunting a cunning fox, and that his mother, a mediocre woman, had died in childbirth. He was no taller than a triangular bow at that time—and Baldwin had he grown up difficult and lonely, and would have died had it not been for his father's teaching him how to hunt before his accidental death, and the kindness of the old lord of Morton, who allowed his lords to enter his forests and fields for two months of the year to hunt.

Before he was noticed by Morton Donkray, he had no name, and was called the Black Arrow, the name of a local falcon, with a black back and wings, and when it folded its wings and swooped downward, it resembled a whistling arrow - and a human was called that because the arrows he sent were as swift and dangerous as such a small, but strong and agile bird, and only failed once every hundred times - Morton summoned him, and when he saw him, his sideburns were gray but his eyes were still sharp, and the powerful owner of Thundercastle laughed happily, "It's wonderful," he said, "you have the gray hair and gray eyes of the Doncree family." ”

The old Knight of Tyre rose from his seat, the weight and heat of his chainmail-gloved hand pressed against Baldwin's shoulder, and Baldwin still remembered it vividly, "Don't call it Black Arrow anymore," said Morton Donkray, "it's a bird's name, and I have a more suitable name for you, Baldwin, which means warrior on the battlefield - I'm sure you'll be worthy of it." ”

He said so, and allowed Berdwin, a commoner with no parents, blood, or property, to be his servant. From him he received plenty of food, gold, respect and envy, and formal training and instruction, and a few years later he was made a knight by Morton - and they spent ten harsh winters together like father and son, during which time Morton Donclay led him to the future king and many nobles, calling him his heir, and praising him to great praise - and rumours of him being Morton Donclay's illegitimate son were rife from that time.

It was on a late winter and early spring morning that he first met Dylan Donclay in the countryside outside the royal capital, a small, pale boy with emerald-eyed eyes and copper-colored curls tugging around his pointed chin. His mother pressed his shoulders and refused to allow him to approach his titular father, Moreton Donclay, who also seemed to have never seen the son.

"Good morning...... Bodwin, my brother. These were the first words spoken by Dylan Donclay and Baldwin.

The two times, scenes, and characters fit together subtly, except that they have both grown up and are in different positions, Dylan is still prominent, and Baldwin is already a sinful fugitive.

Baldwin didn't know if he should intercede with Dylan Donclay, he wasn't afraid of death, but he had his friends by his side. The problem was that he had never understood his brother - he really thought of Dylan Donclay as his little brother, especially after knowing Dylan's true background - he could not ignore Dylan Donclay's expectations and admiration for Morton, but he could not shirk the love and trust of an elder that Moreon Donclay poured into him. It was impossible to persuade him to love a child whose shame and sorrow were symbolized, and he was at a loss for what to do but turn between the two as much as he could, trying to ease their tense bowstring relationship. As a result, no one was pleased, Morton was furious, and Dylan cast a spell. Let him stay in a quagmire crawling with maggots all night.

Since then, however, Dylan has given up on Moreton Donkray completely, and it must be said that the cold between them has made Baldwin breathe a sigh of relief, even to the others.

Baldwin had thought that it would be great if Dylan had a child in the future, and he would be willing to let his child inherit Castle Thunder, and he even fantasized about how he would lead this child, just as Morton Donclay had led him, and that he would give him the sword, honor, and domain of Old Morton in any case, and that child would bear the Doncree family name.

But now, the bright future was dashed with Berdwin's advice to the old king, and the magic horse under his seat rubbed its hooves restlessly, and the hard stones shattered under its feet.

"Dylan......" Birdwin muttered, he didn't know what he had to say - would Dylan take care of that vague and illusory emotion? Salt and other indispensable goods, taking away furs, gold, gems, and pyroxene from the Wuthering Plains, helped Thundercastle prosper more and more—and Baldwin sent greetings and gifts to Dylan every year, and Dylan occasionally wrote back.

Baldwin always believed that Dylan was his brother, and although they were not related by blood, they shared the same surname.

But what about Dylan? What does he think?

"I want to ask you just one thing, Berdwin," said Dylan, softly, slowly, but very clearly, as if to etch every syllable deeply in everyone's heart: "There is only one question. ”

He looked at Baldwin calmly, his so-called "brother", a man who had once been so strong, so loyal, so much so pleased with his nominal father, who was now reduced to dust and devastation, but whose gray eyes were still so bright and firm, painful but full of hope.

"Tell me, did you deliberately kill the Norman king?"

"No," said Berdwin, without the slightest hesitation, "I never deliberately killed the Norman king. "It was a conspiracy, a conspiracy in which he had to fall into, and Berdwin said to himself, and to everyone, that there was no doubt about it—that he was a follower of Tyre, a man of justice and justice. He absolutely ...... He would not break his oath - it was just a conspiracy, a conspiracy that had nothing to do with him.

Dylan nodded slightly, as if he had led no less than ten mages to block the fugitive's path just to get this answer, he bowed slightly to Berdwin, and leaned sideways to make way: "So, my brother," he said, "please leave, take your answer," he whispered, "Tyre's eyes will be on you forever...... His hammer will fall on sinners, go. He gestured, and the mages stepped back to either side of the road, "Good luck with your journey, Berdwin Donkray. ”

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Dylan Donclay's failure did not upset or anger the new Norman king, in fact, for Baldwin was only a page that he had finally been able to turn over, just like his brother, Norman's old king, though Baldwin was not dead. But a knight who has committed a felony of murder will be spurned by all, and as far as he knows, the scales of Baldwin Donkray in the temple of Tyre have been flipped upside down. That is, he had been utterly rejected by Tyre, a fallen paladin - yes, indeed there was a fall and then a new cleanser. There was only one paladin who had returned to Tyre's arms, and it had taken him a full fifty years to do so.

The new king didn't think Berdwin could do it. And even if he did, what would he do to himself? The person who killed the old king was none other than Berdwin himself, and even if Tyre came to the new king, he would not be afraid to say this.

"It's okay," he said to his nephew, patting him on the head affectionately, "I've put a bounty on it, and the thieves and assassins, they always get Bedwin." ”

They stood on top of the double walls before the Twelve Towers, and of course, now the Eleventh Walls, and the Tower of Fouquet had become a mess of masonry - it shattered into countless pieces like a broken bottle after the thorns and spells of magic had failed, its spire had piled up an island in the moat, and Fouquet's soldiers had ropes outside the masonry to prevent civilians and slaves from approaching, because the bricks and stones were buried with jewels of considerable value. Gold and silk, his servants were trying to remove the stones and retrieve some of their master's possessions from them.

"The biggest one ran away. "Oh, be careful," said the new king, regretfully, and reminded his nephew, who was close to the ruined tower, "that the stones are still falling." ”

"I just wanted to see this spell. Dylan smiled and said, "I'll admit it's a pretty whimsy." "The tower, which had once been a great threat, had instead become a staircase for them to get out of prison - the twelve towers that surrounded the royal court had been built first, and then the twin walls that were connected to each other had been built, and that man's idea had been realized—the towers had fallen hundreds of feet high toward the outer city, and its weight and strength had rendered all the spells useless—and by that time several powerful spellcasters had arrived, destroying the double and outer walls that connected the towers, and then hanging its head from the moat.

A merchant who sold large geese reported the incident, and he saw several people coming out of the smoke and dust, and the rubble ruined his goose cage, let his goose go, and almost injured his forehead.

"We're going to rebuild the tower. The new king said.

"This time we have to add spells to avoid a similar catastrophe," Dylan said, "and so do the other towers." ”

"I'll have to leave this to you. ”

"That's exactly what I want," Dylan bowed to the new king, "If I can ......"

"What?" said the new king, who liked this nephew of good looks and noble blood, and was willing to grant his wish.

"Can I lead the mage to hunt down the sinner who killed the king?"

The new king was hesitant at this point, he guessed that Dylan had a grudge against Baldwin, or that the poor boy had been haunted by Moreton Donkray's injustice, but he knew that Baldwin was not alone, he had a half-elven mage by his side, an elven ranger, and a thief (Flo's priest was ignored by him), and he was likely to flee to the Silvercrown Forest, and the elves were not willing to reason with you, scheming, or blood, they were as stubborn as stones in the Starlight River- Since the heirs of the Silver Crown Forest saved Birdwin, they would not recognize Birdwin as a villain, and Birdwin might be protected by them, but he didn't want Dylan to be their enemy, whether Dylan had caused damage to the elves, or the elves had caused damage to Dylan, it was not something he wanted to see.

"Be at ease, my king," said Dylan, "I don't really want to take Birdwin's life, and I won't let it go if I have it—but I think it's a good opportunity, and what better way to get our mages, your mage group, to grind and train, than to hunt down a sinner? ”

The new king coughed a few times, took out a handkerchief from his arms and pressed his lips: "Okay...... If you...... The decision has been made," he frowned, and reluctantly said, "I can leave all the mages to you except my mage - but remember, Dylan, you are my nephew, an earl, a nobleman, and my safety is more worrying than the life of Berdwin, and the integration of the mage group, etc., and I promise that you will never put yourself in irreparable harm, and I will let you go." ”

"I promise. Dylan said, smiling slightly.

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"Where do we go next?"

"Don't go to the Silver Crown Forest. Baldwin said that his injuries had been well cared for, that Cremar's healing potions had been effective, that the smaller wounds had healed, that the larger ones had stopped bleeding, but that his arm would not be able to come back - Berdwin didn't care, and even joked that he could ask the dwarves to make a hammer to attach to the mutilated arm, so that he could become a blacksmith with his own tools.

"A blacksmith?"

"For a derelict knight. "This is the best ending—I'll be a good blacksmith," said Berdwin. He saw the dark-haired spellcaster look a little incomprehensible, and he smiled and held out his left hand to Kerryben, "Give me your knife." “

Kerry untied "Starlight" and handed it to Baldwin.

Starlight was a clean, sharp weapon forged from Mithril, but its color quickly dimmed as soon as it reached Berdwin's hand.

"If it's ordinary steel," said Baldwin, "it will corrode and rust in my hands in the time it takes to boil a cup of tea, and so will the armor," he exchanged Starlight for Kerryben, "and that's one of the punishments a fallen paladin deserves." (To be continued......)