With the whispers of the crowd, the convoy has also arrived in front of the city gate.

Just as everyone was looking for a convoy to enter the city, several hurried horses' hooves were heard.

I saw several people rushing quickly on horseback in the city in the distance.

The leader was a burly man, dressed in heavy and well-elaborate chain mail, followed by several officers who were slightly better dressed than ordinary soldiers.

Not far from the front of the convoy, several people stopped with the horses under their seats, and jumped down with a slight leap.

Then, with a flattering smile, the burly man in the lead said to Pirko in front of the convoy: "Sir, I am Bart, the general of the border city, and I don't even know the arrival of Young Master Filimon today, and I really deserve to be punished. ”

As he spoke, he raised his head again, "Please give me a chance to forgive my sins, I have ordered a few tables of wine and food in the best hotel in the city, and are waiting for the arrival of Young Master Philippon and the other prefects." ”

Pilco glanced coldly at the burly soldier, then turned the horse in a different direction and came to the carriage where Philippon and Gu Fan were.

"Young Master Filipmon, do you need to rest and eat here first?"

"Let's rest here today." Philemon's voice came from the carriage, and it didn't mean to come out.

As an aristocratic and well-educated nobleman, he knows how to hide his emotions, and although he does not have a good impression of commoners, he does not have too much disgust.

However, it was not a good thing to meet those civilians in this situation, so she did not get out of the carriage from the beginning to the end, so as not to cause any panic.

"Lead the way." Pilco, who returned to the front of the convoy again, said coldly.

For a person like him who has the status of the captain of the Yellow Shield Knights with his strength and combat achievements, he is not used to this kind of flattery and sycophancy, but his current duty is to protect Young Master Philimon, and he will not do anything because of this, but he will not give the other party any good looks.

Soon, Bart led the convoy to a beautifully decorated hotel on a busy street.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please." Bart said like a lowly servant.

At this time, this street had already been emptied by the soldiers in the city in advance, and except for the staff in the hotel, only the soldiers stationed in the distance could be seen on the entire street.

In order not to disturb or interfere with the experience of Philimon, they also did a lot of work.

Bart came to the carriage where Philemon was, and when he saw Philemon come out, he couldn't wait to kneel down, his back almost parallel to the ground, "Master Philemon, please be careful. ”

Philemon looked at Bart calmly, then stepped on the other man's back with one foot, and then stepped on the ground with the other foot and got out of the car.

This kind of thing had long been the norm in his habits, so Philimon had no doubts or hesitations about someone acting as a stepping foot when he got out of the carriage.

After getting out of the carriage, he did not leave the carriage, but put his eyes on the carriage again.

Seeing this, Bart, who had just gotten up, also had a trace of doubt.

It stands to reason that in the carriage, only the person with the highest status will come out last, and the person who comes out first will also wait for the other party.

But Young Master Felimon is the future lord of their Hall Lord, who has such a high status to make him wait?

Gu Fan in the carriage was unaware of this, and after seeing Philip go down, he opened the curtain of the carriage.

"Son of Gray." Filipmon said softly.

Gu Fan nodded slightly, and jumped out of the carriage directly.

Grey's son?

Bart was full of questions at this time, the name Gray, he had never heard of it.

As for the Holy Son, as far as he knew, it seemed to be an identity made up by some pretending to be a ghost.

Does the name have other meanings?

Subsequently, Bart introduced Filimon and Gu Fan and others into the hotel with full of questions.

The knights of the Yellow Shield Knights, dressed as guards, also handed over the horses to the nearby soldiers to take care of and feed them, after all, during these journeys, except for the night, these horses have hardly rested, and the forage they eat is also the rough dry food carried with the car.

Compared with the size and quality of their good horses, it is far from enough, and it is impossible for them to get good nutritional supplements, so it is necessary to come to the city and replenish their nutrition in time.

After bringing Gu Fan and Philemon to the second floor, Bart wanted to let the Yellow Shield Knights, who were in charge of guarding next to him, also sit down for dinner, but they refused.

After all, it was only because the environment was different when they were in a hurry, and when they arrived in a safe place in the city, how could they still eat at the same time as Master Felimon?

It was only after Master Felimon had eaten it that they would replenish the food in batches to prevent any surprises when they were not in between.

Bart did not give up on their refusal, and then sent some tea for them to drink, but this time he directly refused harshly.

Although they were now a little thirsty, there was drinking water in the wagons, so they did not go to the point of being unbearable, and they were not allowed to accept food and water from others outside the main city, a rule written into their code, and must not be violated.

Seeing this, Bart said sorry with a sneer, lowered his head and retreated, and when he retreated to the corner, he glanced at the members of the Order who were guarding the stairwell from the first to the second floor from a distance, and a trace of tyranny flashed in his eyes.

Then he walked out of the hotel door casually.

The second floor of the hotel.

"What does the Son of Gray think of this place?" Philippon said, pointing to the environment and décor on the second floor.

He was expecting to see surprise or other expressions from Gu Fan, although this restaurant was far from being comparable to the main city of the Hall Lord, but it was several times better than Lila Town.

Gu Fan glanced at the walls that looked like they were made of cement and the hard floor.

Not wood, bad review!

Gu Fan smiled on his face and said, "Not bad." ”

The architectural style and decoration of the fifties and sixties of the original world were nothing more than a novelty that made Gu Fan feel a burst of novelty, but it could not affect his mood at all.

Philippon still kept his smile on his face, showing no disappointment.

After having been in contact with Gu Fan for so long, he had already expected the situation in front of him.

So Philemon said: "The main city of the Hall Lord, the Yellow Flower City, is more luxurious than this hotel everywhere, and then invite the Holy Son of Gray to those places to have a good meal." ”。

Gu Fan suddenly sighed.

Philemon was stunned and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Grey the Son"