Early the next morning, Gray went out early again to continue his "knightly career".

Earlier than Gray was Shelley, because she couldn't sleep all night, and sent someone to find all her suitors early and began to plan how to deal with Gray.

However, it is clear that the focus of today's newspaper can no longer be Gray.

"You know what? Earl Field's army arrived in the early hours of the morning, and was already stationed outside the city. He himself arrived. ”

"Earl Field, is that Edward III?"

"Who else could it be?"

"Oh my God, Edward III has arrived. Does that mean that there is really going to be a civil war?"

"It should be. Maybe we should pack our things and go back to the countryside for a while. ”

People in the streets are discussing.

Soon, Paz appeared in front of Gray on horseback, who was wandering down the street.

"Gray, come with me. ”

"What?"

"Something, don't ask!"

Two thousand troops, not much, less than the strength of Count Caspar, but already all the strength of the Field family.

At this point, the three major counts of the Duchy of Beshear, Count Caspar, Count Grugru, and Count Field are all together, compared to the Count Grugru who rode the wall, the Count of Caspar who was tied to the car, and the attitude of Earl Edward III, Count of Field, is clearer, and it can be said that he is the only one who expresses his resolute support for Irene.

However, since he was so resolute, why did he go earlier?

No one knows, and no one seems to care.

In short, he came, with all his chips.

It seems that in order to increase his prestige, he did not choose to go into the city to meet Irene immediately after arriving in the early morning, but waited for the sun to rise after sending a letter to inform Irene of this.

By the time Gray arrived, Ireen had already mounted on horseback with all his capable knights at the head of the arch bridge into the city. From the bridge to the castle, the busiest street in the White City was closed by the Irene faction. No idlers are allowed to pass.

As a result, the buildings on both sides of the street were crowded with people watching the excitement, and the same was true in the alleys.

After waiting for about half an hour, Edward III appeared, with a dozen close retinues and a carriage.

Compared with the greasy Count of Caspar and the old age of Count Grugru, the appearance of this Earl of Field is more in line with the standard knightly image.

Middle-aged, burly figure, muscle lines that can be faintly seen from the outline of clothes, knife-like face, delicate mustache, and looks like a tough knight style of daily training despite living a good life.

His long brown hair was tied into many small braids, which were gathered at the back of his head and tied into a ponytail. Probably because of the lack of care for the tiring days of travel, the hair looks split ends, and it is a little embarrassing. However, a pair of piercing eyes are obviously enough to cover up all the discomfort.

Seeing Edward III from afar, Irene seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and hurriedly dismounted and greeted him with a smile.

The others dismounted.

"Welcome, dear Uncle Field!"

With Irene saluting respectfully, Edward III also dismounted.

"My little niece, your Uncle Field isn't late, is he?"

"No, Uncle Field arrived just in time!" said Irene, smiling.

Lowering his voice, Edward III asked in a low voice, "What about that old fellow Grugru?"

"This ......," Irene grimaced.

"Do you want me to tie him up and beat him up for you?"

Hearing this, Irene was taken aback.

Looking at Irene's reaction, Edward III suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, joking, joking." However, it doesn't make sense to reason with some people, and you can only deal with it with a whip. Feel free to let me know if you need it. Or hint at it. ”

As he spoke, Edward III squeezed his eyebrows and showed off the horsewhip in his hand.

Before Irene could recover her senses, Edward III had already turned to look at Gray next to Irene, glanced at Gray's badge and said, "Silvermoon Knight? This is the legendary Silvermoon Knight who made Casper suffer a lot, right?"

"Yes, Uncle Field. He is also looking forward to seeing you there. ”

"Did I expect that? I didn't even know he was there before. Gray muttered quietly.

"Shut up, you idiot! It's a polite word!, you know?" the black cat yelled in its armor.

Stretching out his hand, Edward III smiled and slapped Gray on the shoulder twice, but his face suddenly changed: "Hey, are you sure this is your Silver Moon Knight?"

"What's wrong?" asked Irene.

"Like...... It's not very sturdy. Edward III said, looking at his hands.

"Really?" Irene smiled awkwardly.

Of course, it's not strong, in addition to the bones are cotton and straw, and there is even a cat hidden, so if it can be strong, there will be ghosts.

In any case, the Earl of Field finally got it.

Along the closed, spacious streets, the group rode slowly towards the castle. Ireen and Earl Field walked at the front and talked all the way. Gray was at the rear.

Why did Gray walk at the back, you ask?

Because he's eyeing the carriage.

Carriages that have nothing to do with being expensive or good-looking. However, there is one very strange thing about it - the whole carriage is black, even the wheels. Not only that, but the windows were covered with black cloth.

In the summer, the black carriage must be as hot as a stove, right?

In this era, most horse-drawn carriages do not paint their wheels, after all, even if they do, they will wear out quickly. Therefore, such a carriage can be said to be unique. Gray's curiosity was quickly piqued.

"What's in the wagon?"

"You ask me, how do I know? Can't you feel it?"

"I can't feel it, it's interfering with my perception. Can I open it and take a look?"

"I think it's better not to, it's rude. ”

Gray apparently didn't pay attention to the black cat's warning, as he had already quietly approached the carriage.

Reach out, retract it, reach out again, retract it again, and keep reaching out.

Stretch out your left hand, stretch out your right hand, then your left hand, then your right hand, and both hands together.

Gray changed his posture and made it look like he wanted to lift the black cloth to see what was going on.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for Edward III to see me. If he sees me and doesn't stop it, it means I can, right?"

"Why is your logic always so touching?"

It's a pity that Edward III and Irene chatted so engrossively that they didn't look back at all. Not only Edward III, but also his entourage did not notice, because the carriage was at the end of the line. The soldiers in charge of blocking the streets were stunned as Gray climbed onto the roof of the car.

Or no one notices, what to do?

Gray quickly came up with a new idea out of his empty braincase.

"The main problem that stopped me from lifting the black cloth was that it might be rude to do so, right?"

"It's not that it's possible, it's very rude. ”

"And if I lift the black cloth and they don't know it, isn't there no rudeness?"

“......”

"I'm just sneaking a look, just a glance!

Yes, Gray thinks he's a genius!

The action-oriented Gray quickly returned to his horse, then reached out with his left hand and grabbed the corner of the black cloth.

Just as he was about to lift the black cloth, suddenly, a voice came from the car.

"What are you going to do?" was a little boy's voice.

"Anyone in the car?" Gray was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Who are you? What are you going to do? Get out of here! Someone wants to lift the curtains, stop him!"

The child's voice quickly attracted the attention of the coachman and his attendants, and Gray was surrounded at once. Even Edward III turned back.

Gray looked around and tried to play dumb. However, it is obviously useless to play stupid at this time. Because the children in the car are still yelling.

"What's wrong?" said Irene, turning her horse's head.

"Baron Gray wanted to lift the window. One of Edward III's retinue replied.

"Huh?" Irene looked at the carriage and then at Gray, puzzled.

Edward III, who followed him, hurriedly explained: "That's right. Inside is my son, Little Jimmy. He was not in good health, and the doctor said that he could not bask in the sun. This time, I thought, it might not be so easy to end, and if there was really a civil war, it might be troublesome to keep him in the fiefdom. That's why I brought them along. ”

"I see. Irene smiled sideways and said solemnly to Gray, "Gray, little Jimmy can't get into the sun. ”

Gray nodded hurriedly, indicating that he understood.

Only then did the surrounding retinue take back the unsheathed sword.

After a small hiccup, the team quickly moved on again. In case Gray does something happen to her, Irene simply grabs the reins of the bone pony and lets Gray walk on her other side.

Gray had no choice but to move from the back of the line to the front of the line. Still, he looked back from time to time, apparently obsessed with the black carriage.

Soon, the team arrived at the castle.

The doors of the black carriage finally opened, but only after the two attendants had held up special black umbrellas.

Out of it came a child covered in a black cloth, even his face was covered, and his eyes were not opened.

Led by the maid, the child walked up the stairs and into Irene's mansion, and then took off his black clothes.

Finally, Gray got his wish to see the people in the carriage.

A very cute-looking, delicate and well-behaved little boy. He was only a teenager, with the same silver hair as Irene, and he was slightly curly. A face that is too delicate to speak, and big watery eyes. If you put on a dress, absolutely no one can see that he is actually a boy. This is a world of difference from the image of Edward III of the rough man.

On top of that, there's a skin color that's so white that it doesn't look like a human being.

He saluted Irene respectfully like an adult, kissed the back of Irene on the back of her hand, and then said in a not-so-fluent voice, "Hello Sister Irene ”

All of a sudden, Irene's heart simply sprouted.

Who would have thought that Edward III would give birth to such a lovely son?