"What's going on?" Looking at the young master with a flushed face and a drunken body, Gylrenwell asked Hart with a serious expression, "How can you let the little master drink?"

"Shhh

Hearing the other party mention Duke Harongoth, Gylloinwell's brows couldn't help but be worried, "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, Hart." ”

So, the attendant took the whole thing, including the duel, and pulled out a small letter from his bosom.

"You guys are just fooling around!" the knight reluctantly took the letter, stuffed it into his burqa, and said, "This matter will end here, the lord will not know, the king army is about to march south, the lord has a lot of work to do, so don't trouble him!"

"Trouble?" Hart asked, surprised, "Is it a trouble to help Master Iris wash away his shame?"

"Enough!" shouted Gylrenwell, angrily, "you don't know anything!

"But at least I know that Master Iris has been insulted by a bitch! Lord Gyloronville. "Once this servant is involved in his own young master, he becomes fearless.

"Well," said Gylrenville distraught, "we've helped, let's end it!"

The upright Gylrenville is not good at fighting with words, and this is exactly what Hart is best at, and in the face of the knight's concession, Hart also closed his mouth sensibly. "That's the only knight with such a good temper, right?" he thought to himself, "If you were someone else, you'd probably give me a whip directly." 」

"You'll be here to look after Lord Iris at night, won't you?" asked Gylrenville.

"No, in a little while, I'll have to go to work in the kitchen," Hart explained to him, "and while I'm away, Nicole did my share of the job today, and she's exhausted. ”

"Well," said Gylrenville, taking a package from his bosom and thinking for a moment, "this is the Manterina Mountain Bear meat from Lady Obelina, Iris Aunt. Listen, you go to the kitchen and give it to Lyrim by the way, and ask her to boil it into broth tomorrow morning and send it to the young master's room. ”

Hart took the package with the expensive mountain treasure and replied happily, "As you wish, my lord!"

Gylornville nodded, exited the room, and walked out of the main castle without saying a word, towards the barracks located north of the city.

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The darkness unfurls the inky velvet, obscuring the horizon, and countless stars are radiating a bright light, shimmering with phosphoric brilliance, weaving into a beautiful pattern.

What a beautiful summer night! Crystal stars shimmer in the endless gray voids, and crickets, crickets, and frogs that have not slept, and chiroths sing softly in the grass, by the pond, and in the crevices of the trees.

He lay on the bed, but he did not feel sleepy, and the pale face of the Duke, tired from work and tormented by sickness, flashed back to his mind repeatedly.

He has always had a shallow arrogance, because he is the sword champion of the [Paraven] tournament for two consecutive times, and he is proud of both riding and martial arts. Yet now he began to doubt his proud abilities, a suspicion that stemmed from his anxiety about the inability to do anything in the face of the suffering of those he loved most.

He rolled out of bed, walked to the window, looked up at the brilliant starry sky and began to plead, a young man who had been noncommittal for a long time when Christianity had been introduced to Calradia, preferring to believe in his strong hands and his resolute chivalric dogma.

Now he pleaded with God with all his heart, whom he had never cared about, and whom he had never met.

Gyloronville pleaded with God to free the venerable old man from his sickness, and he had never murmured so earnestly to a god of nothingness. A little, if only a little, would allow him to bear the pain for the Duke.

Whether it was useful or not, he prayed about it over and over again. Hopefully, the all-powerful gods will save him from this despair and anxiety. Gradually, his voice whimpered, and Gylrenville was startled by his own voice.

When he was an orphan, his hometown was ransacked by rebels in the south and his parents were killed, but he struggled to survive and follow the refugees across the Umeya River to escape the insane rebels.

In the face of war, all the good side of man is gone. In his hometown of [Granmel], he lost everything, his childhood sweetheart secretly fell in love, his solid and reliable father, his kind and gentle mother, everything was swallowed up by the flames of war, and left him forever.

Eating unknown and smelly raw meat and drinking sewage, he survived like a wolf and fled to the territory of the Harungos family, and the refugees knew that if they escaped the Umeya River, all the nightmare would be over.

As a thirteen-year-old he did, and he passed out in front of the pass of the Rochester Bridge. A big man stood on the watchtower and saw the scarred child. He ordered the soldiers to cross the line and rescue him and send him to the church for treatment.

Later, the great man adopted him, and spent time slowly washing away the scars caused by the war in his heart, and trained him to be a knight of high moral character and excellent swordsmanship.

And then there was the beautiful Duchess, who was like an angel who always whispered to comfort everyone, and there was no one in the realm who did not love her, but she had left forever the people who loved her, and this beautiful woman who spread a gentle light was gone.

Gylrenville clasped his hands on his face, not daring to continue thinking about it, how he was afraid of losing! Too much of a loss! How cruel was a cruel murderer of disease! Gylrenwell clenched his urge to cry and gritted his teeth at the thought......

He thought of young Iris, the gentle and kind young master who looked exactly like the Duchess. The Duke loved him so much, but he had to endure everyone's cold eyes and reproaches.

"If a child is given something that does not belong to him, it is an advance overdraft of the wealth that the child can create in the future. You don't want Iris to become a creature who doesn't know how to suffer, do you?" Duke Harongos asked him with an unusually old and helpless look when he received a letter of reproach from his sister, Lady Obelina.

Everything Duke Harongos had done for Iris was known only to him, and he wanted his child to be strong enough to carry the burden of the family's mission, and he had to do it.

In this world of the jungle, Iris Haringos, the future ruler of the Southern Province and the next heir to the Harungus family, Lord Eddard wants his son to become a fierce eagle that no one dares to bully, rather than a tame sheep who can be bullied.

Even though Gylrenville was accustomed to seeing the bloody battlefield, and could not help but feel sympathy for such a pitiful and unknown love, all of which could only be seen in the eyes but could not do anything, and the only thing he could do was to keep those fragile and sad secrets for the Duke.

In this moment of despair and helplessness, he finally turned to God.

He was tired of hearing the priests chanting prayers, but now he was trying to recall the contents of these prayers, and he was glad that the young man's memory was not good, and he recalled listening to a priest chanting in St. George's Cathedral in Polivin.

"My most holy Lord: Hear my prayers, as our Lord Jesus hears all afflicted souls. Forgive me for my sins and bloodshed, or my prayers will not be heard. Guide me, O Spirit of truth, into your merciful heart. O spirit of prayer and supplication, let me bear the suffering and suffering of my beloved with this flesh and blood. ”

At this point of prayer, Gylrenwell's low whimper grew louder and louder, and he prayed aloud, without hesitation: "Lord, deliver me from the pain of love and parting." that I may pray in spirit and in truth, and that I may seek your gift with all my heart and sincerity. Lord, I beseech thee, by my power to cast out sickness and affliction, thou art my redeemer. Hear this prayer of mine, and —— Amen through my Lord Jesus Christ."

He prayed, though he often forgot the words of the prayer, and added them mostly on his own. But his countenance, reflected in the moonlight, showed the radiance of a saint, and he prayed aloud, forgetting himself completely. He fell into a trance, tearful. He seemed to see God listening to every word he said.

He made up his mind to become a believer for every person he cherished, to dedicate his life to the Lord Almighty, to tell him what he was willing to do with those he loved, and to conclude every prayer with a quote that is often used when asking God and even more often when asking for people, "I beg you not to let good and honorable people leave this world, and I beseech you to alleviate their suffering." ”

Then the night was finally deep, and tomorrow was coming.

When Gylrenwell awoke, a ray of sunlight peeked through the window and caressed his face like a look of pity.

Thinking he was bathed in a gifted glow, he reached out and touched the foot of the wooden bed. He looked at the sun, sat up, and found himself sleeping on the hard, damp floor. Standing up and strapping the sword to his back, the man's state of mind changed subtly after last night's prayer.

When everything was ready, he stood by the window, bowed his head slightly in the direction of the sky, clasped his hands to his chest, closed his eyes, whispered a few words, and left the barracks.

He saw that in the square in front of the castle, about a hundred and ten soldiers had been assembled in an orderly manner, their weapons and thick armor shining in the sunlight, standing meticulously waiting for the arrival of the lord.

About ten yards away from them, a dozen knights were on horseback, inspecting their weapons or instructing their servants to prepare various matters. As soon as they saw him, they turned around and waved to Mr. Gyloronville.

One of the knights shouted to him with a good-natured banter, "What a morning! ”

Gylrenville took the horses that Hu Cong had brought for him, smiled at them, and turned over on his horse. "Is the patrol assembled?" he asked.

"Yes, it's all there. A non-commissioned officer replied to him.

"Have you arrived, have you received any new orders?"

"No, my lord, it is said that the Duke has just come downstairs. The non-commissioned officer looked at him strangely.

Gylvanville looked at the castle, and sure enough, Duke Harengoth was walking out of the hall accompanied by two guards. Gylornville watched the Duke's expression worriedly, only to see the Duke's energetic and majestic face waving to his men.

It's as if everything that happened last night was like a dream. However, only he knew what was going on, and he clenched his fists, how much he wished that the Duke would cancel this inspection and rest for a few more days. Even if it's just for a day.

The Duke of Harongoth mounted his horse, tightened his cloak, rode to the front of the line, smiled at Gylrenville as he passed him, and then turned and made a majestic gesture.

When the herald saw the duke's gesture, he immediately gave the order, "Go!"

The patrol guard of honour had already passed through the villages of Dolan and Vasner, and all the peasants and hunters who saw the duke's guard of honour along the way, as well as all the travelling merchants in Jane, saluted the procession respectfully and watched it disappear from their sight, and they thanked the leader with sincere eyes for giving them a stable, peaceful, and low-tax environment to live their lives.

The Duke responded to the greetings of his lords in a variety of languages, including the Rhodoks from the Rhodok Mountains, the Swadias in the Empire, the Vicchians in the northeastern Tismo Snowfield, the Kujit in the Tutsgak steppes, and the unknown people (most of whom were merchants) who had crossed the Great Menaye Desert with their faces covered all day and only their eyes exposed.

In the territory of the Harungus family, there are no countries, no nations, and all those who cannot bear to oppress and exploit and cannot survive flee to this territory to pay the lowest taxes and be sheltered by the most peaceful peace.

It was not always smooth sailing for the lords, and it was not uncommon for the lords to complain to the king that their subjects had fled to the territory of the Duke of Harengoth, and that the duke's temper was hard, and that the fleeing lords had to run into the realm of Harengoth, and no one wanted to be taken back to their territory unless the people who ran in were willing to come out.

If you dare to go in with your soldiers, it won't be long before a group of horsemen on tall horses and eagles in their hands will surround you and send you to the duke's castle for "tea".

More than half of the nobles in the kingdom of Svadia hated this hard-tempered old man. In the noble council of the royal capital, there were always people who attacked him with all kinds of strange accusations, and they wanted to strip him naked and hang him on the gate of the royal capital of [Paraven] to blow the wind for three hundred and sixty days.

On the contrary, he was the most respected commander of the Swadia soldiers, and the most beloved lord of the southern provinces. And the nobles with a little brains knew that if the Duke of Harungus fell, thousands of Rhodoks would cross the Umeya River and drive straight into the Swadia plain without hindrance, and let them roll up their bunks and get out.

It was this hard-tempered, hard-tempered Duke Harongoth who made the Swadia nobles want to get rid of it quickly, but they didn't dare to lose it. So he still stands tall on the line of defense in the southwest of the empire.

When there were fewer people, the Duke took advantage of his leisure time to take the documents handed over by Alan and review them on the horse.

Gylrenville rode his horse a little back to the Duke's right, staring at the Duke's broad back, "Why don't you take a break!" The thought repeatedly raced in Gylrenville's mind, tormenting his nerves.