It has been more than half a month since the team left the city of Ssolus, the convoy is moving very slowly, and when it encounters the noble castle on the way, Duke Hendris will order the team to rest, although Arthur has made a lot of nobles in the process, and also understands the degree of control of the royal family over the kingdom, but such a slow pace makes Arthur feel dissatisfied, he wants to reach Enicanature as soon as possible, to see the pearl of the continent. It's just that the team is in charge of his uncle, and Arthur is not easy to speak. In desperation, Arthur had no choice but to accept.

On this day, the procession walked to the province of Manchedi, the southern tip of the kingdom, which was less than a day's journey from the Duke of Heinsburg. The province of Manchedi was a hereditary fief of the Duke of Heinsburg. There are nine dukes in the kingdom of Ovit, except for the Duke of Ovi and the Duke of Normanster, who have always been hereditary by the royal family, the other seven dukes are the descendants of the seven great knights who fought on the continent with King Arthur.

The summer wind stirs Arthur's blonde hair, and it also carries the laziness of spring. Arthur raised his eyes to look at the vast wilderness, and his heart was surging. In the city of Xsolus, Arthur sees more wide avenues and overlapping palace houses, and the endless wilderness is what Arthur once imagined.

Arthur didn't know much about the Duke of Heinsburg, the southernmost nobleman of the kingdom. In Arthur's memory, the Duke of Heinsburg had never been to the royal capital. I once heard that the Duke was not even present at his birth baptism. One can imagine the attitude of the Duke of Heinsburg towards the royal family.

After a half-day drive, the team finally arrived at the castle of the Duke of Heinsburg near dusk. Tyri Tusyat, Duke of Heinsburg, stood on top of the castle and watched the procession rushing in, his face cold. Mary Tusyat, who was standing beside him, whispered, "Father, is it really good that you don't go to greet him? There are not only the Duke of Normanster, but also His Royal Highness the Prince and the Princess. Does this disgrace the royal family?"

Duke Terry snorted coldly and said, "I can still swear allegiance to the royal family of Ovit only because of the thousand-year-old oath of my ancestors, otherwise with everything Dregri has done to me, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart to break him into thousands of pieces!" Mary's love and hatred for her father is not very clear, and her father has never mentioned it in front of her, but her father's feud with the royal family is well known in the kingdom. Mary was helpless, her father was reluctant to go down to greet her, but someone from the Tusyat family had to greet her, and Mary hated iron when she thought of her brother. "Father, my daughter has gone down to meet Prince Arthur?" "Go ahead." Duke Terry waved his hand expressionlessly. So Mary turned and left the tower, and went to the gate.

At the gates of Heinsburg, Duke Hendris, Arthur, Princess Elena, and Sir Gawain were still waiting quietly, although they had been waiting at the gates for a long time. Sir Gawain was always smiling and seemed unconcerned about waiting, while Duke Hendries was expressionless and playing with the sun disc in his hand. Arthur looked at Elena who was secretly looking at Sir Gawain with a happy face, and then at the Heinsburg nobles who had not yet appeared to greet him, Arthur's left hand pressed on the hilt of the sword to hide the anger in his heart.

After a long time, Mary Tusyat and a group of nobles loyal to the Duke of Heinsburg finally appeared at the gates of the city. Mary took the lead in kneeling down to Arthur and the others, "Heinsburg is at your disposal. Duke Hendries motioned for Arthur to come forward and accept the salute of the Heinsburg nobles, Arthur hesitated for a moment, and then walked to the front of the line and looked at the many Heinsburg nobles kneeling on the ground. After all, he still didn't see the Duke of Heinsburg come to greet him, and Hendries thought, just so disregarding the royal family's face, it seems that Terry, a goshawk flying in the wind, wants to break away from the control of the lion. Mary rose with Arthur's support, and after greeting with Hendris, Gawain, and others, they all entered the city together.

The banquet that greeted Arthur was held two hours after Arthur entered the city, but Duke Terry still did not attend the banquet. Although the reason Mary told Arthur was that Duke Terry was ill, everyone understood that they would not see Lord Duke in Heinsburg this time.

In the dimly lit room, Duke Terry sat alone at the table, the letter in his hand had been read over and over again, and the shock of the letter that arrived with the envoy was far greater than all the events he had ever experienced before. Duke Terry stared at the oil lamp on his desk for a long time. Eventually, the crumpled letter in his hand was lit by him on an oil lamp, and Duke Terry got up and walked out of the chamber.

In the castle hall, guests are dancing to the music under the bright lights and melodious music. Arthur had finished a dance with Princess Mary and was standing alone at the wine table tasting the food of the Southern Territory. Sir Gawain, the most beautiful man in the royal capital, is dancing with Princess Mary, and Princess Elena is dancing with Maris Tusyat, the only son of Duke Terry. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the banquet hall, Arthur put his wine glass and looked out of the hall suspiciously, and saw a middle-aged man wearing a pale blue dress with a very strong aura, since he appeared, all the guests stopped their movements and consciously parted ways.

At this time, Hendries suddenly appeared beside Arthur and said: "That is Terry Tusat, Duke of Heinsburg, I thought he would not appear, but it seems that something has changed." "Uncle, what is the contradiction between this Duke Terry and our family, who is unwilling to give face to the royal family even in such a public setting?" Arthur asked curiously. "I'm going to ask your father about this, the love and hatred of youth are very hurtful. Hendries laughed. Hearing his uncle say this, Arthur knew that it must have something to do with his father's early romantic debts.

While Arthur and Hendries were talking, Duke Terry had already walked up to the two. Terry laughed and hugged Hendris, "I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect that the little kid who couldn't lift the sword back then was already a powerful duke." "There's no need to mention this kind of thing every time we meet. Hendries said helplessly.

"This is our Prince?" Duke Terry suddenly turned to Arthur and asked, "Arthur, this is Lord Terry Tusyat, Duke of Heinsburg." Your father and mother's best friend from their youth. Hendries introduced. "Hello, Lord Duke, my father asked me to greet you on his behalf. Arthur bowed. "He's thinking about saying hello to me, probably thinking about my treasured poilla. Duke Terry snorted coldly. "My brother is indeed obsessed with Terry's treasured Poyebaldo wine!" said Duke Hendris, smiling. "Your eyes really look like her. Duke Terry suddenly crouched down and looked at Arthur's sky-blue eyes, Arthur was a little uncomfortable by Duke Terry, and couldn't help but lower his head and look away.

After Duke Terry glanced at Arthur again, he got up and said to Duke Hendris, "The wound I fell from before has recurred, and I can't stay with you longer. Just ask my daughter for anything. With that, Duke Terry turned to leave, and when he was about to reach the hall door, Duke Terry turned his head to look at Sir Gawain, who was dancing with Princess Mary, and Gawain seemed to feel something, and also turned his head to look at Duke Terry.

The ball ended late at night, after all Arthur and the others were arranged. Mary walked into Duke Terry's study alone. And Duke Terry was closing his eyes to recuperate, and Mary didn't bother, just standing by and waiting.

After a long time, Terry slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Mary, who was still waiting, and asked, "Is everything arranged?" "Father, it's all arranged. Mary replied respectfully. "What do you think of Sir Gawain?" asked Duke Terry suddenly. Mary didn't know what to say for a moment, "What you think in your heart, just say it truthfully." "Sir Gawain is a man of great looks and a distinguished family. "If you want to marry him?" said Duke Terry. "That daughter will be drowned in the saliva of the ladies and ladies of the royal capital. Mary laughed. Duke Terry stood up and said, "In a few days, I will send someone to the royal capital to discuss with Lord Palmerston about your marriage to Gawain. "Father, who are you?" said Mary, genuinely startled by what her father said. "Why, don't want to?" said Duke Terry's tone. "My daughter didn't dare, she just ......" "Okay, this matter is decided." I'll tell you more about that later. With that, Duke Terry waved his hand and motioned for Mary to step aside. Mary bowed to Duke Terry and exited the study.

Duke Terry sat in his chair, remembering what had been said in the letter, and couldn't help frowning. "Is there really anyone who can predict the future? No matter who is planning this, it's always right to plan for a rainy day. Duke Terry's frown loosened when he thought of this.

In a small village southwest of Heinsburg, Lore is placing the last crossbow arrow in a scissor barrel. Today will be the first time he has followed his father on a hunting trip to the mountains and forests. For this hunt, Lore prepared for three days, and he put the hunting knowledge that his father gave him to the fullest. "Lore, are you alright?" called the mother, who was standing outside the door. "All right, Mother!" said Lore, who hurriedly slung the quiver on his back, then picked up the crossbow on the ground and ran out the door. And Lore's father had been waiting outside the door for a long time. Seeing his son come out, he didn't speak, just turned around and left, and when Lore saw it, he hurried to catch up with his father. In the light of the morning sun, two figures, one large and one small, greeted the morning sun and marched towards the mountains.