Listening to the noise coming from outside, Al officially entered the Plantagenet.

It's just that he doesn't have time to observe the scenery outside at this time.

As soon as he entered the carriage, he was hugged tightly by the maid Polly, and with the warm touch, the maid Polly's head was buried tightly in her chest, and wet tears dripped on her clothes.

"Woo, master, I'm really scared", Polly's originally pretty face had long been replaced by a panicked look.

Al began to comfort him with some helplessness, "Don't be afraid, Goldfinch City is my family, and no one will dare to bully us anymore."

"Really?" asked Polly, with tears in her eyes. The momentum of the cavalry just now frightened her.

After all, she's just a girl who has just grown up, she has never seen the world, and she is just a little smart.

"Good, it's okay, you have to believe the master and me, it's not beautiful when I'm crying", patted Polly on the back, "Go, bring me a glass of wine".

Polly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes a little shyly, and muttered, "Hmph, I won't be pretty." Twisting his head, he puffed up and poured water for Al.

Through this half a month of getting along, Polly found that Al's personality had become gentler, and he was no longer the stern boy he used to be, so he gradually became closer to Al in his heart.

And Al has also had a good impression of Polly's maid in the past half a month.

In the past half a month, he has been accompanied by this somewhat bold maid, after all, he is a modern person, in the era when everyone is equal, he really can't treat others with scolding and snorting at every turn, not to mention that he just came to this world, he also needs someone to talk to him and understand the situation.

Some of them leaned comfortably on the carriage, holding the wine that Polly had sent, and some of them drank it without taking a sip. He doesn't understand red wine, he just drinks and plays.

His situation is okay, he has a cheap father, and the viscount is on it to shelter himself from the wind and rain. And through some of the details just now, it can be seen that his father is shrewd and capable, and controls the entire Golden Bird City.

It's good to be capable, but when I first came to this world, I was blind. Now my goal is to understand the world, live on, and constantly improve my strength, so that I can not be afraid of any danger ahead.

As for being the king or something, as the saying goes, ambition swells with strength, and wait until you are at the top of this world. Now he just wants to live in peace.

Knocking Louis before, there should be no cats and dogs who dare to provoke in front of him, and there will even be many people who take the initiative to express kindness to themselves, after all, he is the son of Lord Viscount and the legal first heir.

Al thought carefully about what he had just done, and there shouldn't be much of a problem. As for how to face his father for a while, see the move, as the ruler of a city, Al has no doubt that his actions just now have reached his father's desk.

After thinking for a moment, and realizing that there was nothing too out of the ordinary, Al, who was a little relaxed, took a sip of the red wine in the glass and looked out the window.

While he was thinking, the carriage had already traveled most of the way, escorted by the surrounding soldiers.

This can be seen from the buildings around the carriage, which are all courtyard, villa type houses. The streets were lined with unidentified trees, and from time to time a group of city guards walked by, and Al saluted respectfully when he saw his carriage.

The carriage gradually walked to a higher place, and I don't know how long it went, but I remember that after vaguely passing through a heavy wall, I came to a halfway point on the mountainside, and then stopped.

"Little master, it's home," little Freeman said respectfully outside.

"Ah, is it there?" A somewhat dazed Al stretched, yawned, and walked down with Polly.

Standing on the side of a mountain, looking at the bustling city below, everything seems a little small, and the dark shadows in the distance can vaguely be seen to be human beings, densely distributed among the buildings.

And the tall city wall in the distance is also a little smaller.

Al finally knew what it meant to see the mountains at a glance, and the city below seemed to him to look like this.

patted Polly, who was afraid of clinging to him and was a little uneasy, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

With that, he turned around and walked like a magnificent castle. According to his memory, every time he came back, he had to see his father for the first time.

Two tall unknown monsters at the entrance are made of stone carvings, squatting next to the main entrance, majestic and majestic. And the soldier in black armor on the side, without squinting, stood straight by the gate, and a majestic aura came to his face.

Led by little Freeman, walk through the gates.

Along the way, he walked straight forward, and the attendants who passed by from time to time were stunned when they saw Al, and then saluted respectfully. They all seemed to recognize him, after all, his predecessor had lived in this castle for many years.

After walking for a while, he finally stopped at a door.

Walking straight into this house, according to memory, the viscount would usually work here at this time.

With the respectful eyes of the soldiers standing in two rows, they walked into the room.

The large house, where the sun shines lazily, makes the house very bright. In terms of luxury and wealth, it is better than Al's luxurious study.

A burly and heroic man was sitting on a large chair, talking to a middle-aged man standing in front of him.

The loud noise caused a few words to buzz in my ears.

"Warcraft siege the city, concentrate forces, and scatter ...... around".

Just by hearing a few words, you know what they're arguing about.

Hearing this, Al's heart jumped restlessly a few times, did they also know that the Warcraft was attacking the city?

And the feeling of uneasiness in his heart just now made the somewhat relieved Al panic. Damn, this transcendent perception is here again, is it a reminder that I should pay attention to this Monster siege?

Al, who had been a little lazy, instantly felt that time was pressing. It seems that the endless water bag in his hand should be used as soon as possible, and he needs a batch of his own strength to prevent the danger from the siege of Warcraft.

It's almost autumn now, and it's not long before the Winter Beast Siege, a few months at most.

Let's just take the incident of Louis just now to ask for a group of people, although it is a little abrupt, but time is running out, and Al, who feels more and more of a sense of crisis, thinks with some worry.