Ksmerd hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, then you can take me to your master now!"

Although he didn't know who this Oslo was, since this person could instruct his subordinates to use such rude and despicable means to "invite" him, then this person must not be a good person. He mistook Kosmerd for Soraton and asked his men to "invite" him—in fact, to arrest him to meet him—and naturally it was not for any good thing. I'm afraid that Kesmode's departure is more than lucky.

However, without much thought, Kersmund agreed to go with the thugs. The reason why he made a decision so quickly was because he had now taken Soraton's matter as his own, and he naturally had to do his best to solve the problem of Soraton. And it is obvious that the most direct and effective way to solve the problem at hand now is to go to the owner of these thugs - Oslo.

"Okay!" replied the man with a big black mole on his face, smiling.

Then Minded went to the end of the alley, took back his mad horse, and examined it carefully, and found that it was not seriously wounded, so he turned over and rode to their master, led by the man with a big black mole on his face, and his companions who had risen from the ground.

Minder followed the men through a few alleys to a wider street. But this street is different from other streets, there are almost no pedestrians, because one end of this street is impassable, only the sides of the street, there are a few alleys connecting them. At the end of the street sat a noble family of great prestige and power in the city of Kulau.

After walking down the street for a while, the thugs stopped at a grand gate at the end of the street, and Kersmund followed Lerma to a halt. His gaze swept past the silver-white wall next to the gate, which was more than two people high, and swept past the tips of several tall towers, and he couldn't help but sigh at the luxurious life of this family, because these towers alone could rival the towers of some churches.

One of the thugs knocked on the door, and it opened, and a middle-aged man with a big nose poked his head out from behind the door.

The man with a big black mole on his face stretched out his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man, "This gentleman is the person the master wants to see, we have invited him, you hurry up and report to the master!"

The big-nosed middle-aged man turned his head to look at Kersmer, looked Kersmer up and down with a slightly sly gaze, nodded, and replied in a strange manner: "Okay, I'll go and report to the master, you can take him to the hall." Before he could finish speaking, his figure had disappeared behind the door.

The thugs led the horses away from the gate, and the men led the horses, the gates were closed, and the rest scattered, leaving only the man with the big black mole on his face, and the man with the small eyes who walked straight ahead with him.

They walked through a wide courtyard, more of a small square than a courtyard. The small square was sparsely planted with plants and trees, almost all of which were of a variety that Kersmer had never seen before, and did not look like ordinary plants and trees. Despite the rare green color of the plants and trees in the snow and ice, Minded was not really interested in them, and after sweeping them away, he did not look at them much.

Kersmoud followed them to a building that looked like a castle, and then went up a few steps, through another gate, to a large hall. The most striking feature of this hall is a large long table in the center, which is surrounded by chairs. Not far from the long table is a fireplace with plenty of firewood, a blazing flame, and a few low stools next to the fireplace.

The two men invited Kersmud to the fireplace, and made him sit down on one of the low stools while waiting for their master to arrive. Ksmund sat by the fireplace, watching the flames in the fireplace dance passionately, and felt very warm. The chill left on him by the cold and snow outside was dispelled in an instant by the warmth of the fire, and at this moment, Ksmod only felt indescribably comfortable.

Shortly after he sat down, there was a sound of footsteps at the other end of the hall. Then, two figures came out of the hall, the first of them wearing a pure white fur coat, short and fat, fat head and big ears, with a shiny face, and looked about thirty years old.

Behind the man, a woman in a red maid's uniform followed him with her head bowed. Her figure is bewitching and charming, which is pleasing to the eye. But because she had her head down, what she looked like, Kersmod couldn't see it for a moment, and could only roughly see the contours of her face and the features of her eyebrows. However, looking at the dress, this woman was obviously a maid, and there seemed to be nothing to be particularly concerned about by Ksmoed.

Glancing at the red-clothed maid and then at the fat man, Kersmerd's brow furrowed, and then immediately relaxed.

As soon as the man walked into the hall, he looked straight at Cosmod's body and looked at it carefully. Seeing the two men walking towards his location, Kersmund slowly stood up.

"Master, we've invited the person you want to meet!" said the thug with a big black mole on his face.

"Are you their master, Mr. Oslo?" asked Kersmund at once.

The man nodded to Korsmode, and then said to the two thugs in a slightly sarcastic tone, "I didn't expect him to be invited by you unscathed, you are really very capable of doing things." It's none of your business here, so get out. ”

"Yes, master!" said the two thugs together, and left the hall quickly.

"Hello, sir, I need to introduce myself to you first!" said the fat man named Oslo, looking at Osmer with a smile on his face, and said in a gentle tone, "My name is Oslo, and I am now a merchant in Kulau, and I may be able to become a lord in the near future." I mean, I am not short of money and power, and I am the nephew of Mr. Rodra, Lord of Kulau, and the cousin of the Earl of Marmoun. Well, young man, you're the Nord royal guard named Soraton, aren't you?"

Dermard hesitated, nodded, and said, "Yes, Mr. Oslo, may I ask why you sent your men to ask me to come here to meet you?"

Oslo laughed, did not answer Kersmod's question, and said to himself: "When we first met, you probably never heard of me, but I have long admired your name, and I know that you are the future son-in-law of Mr. Beruga. We didn't know each other, but we all knew the same person. ”

"Who?" asked Kersmund immediately.

"That person is Ms. Jamila. Oslo said in a slightly agitated tone, deliberately accentuating the word "Jamila". "Sir, if you have anything to do with me, just tell me, don't beat around the bush, and don't get involved with anyone else. When Osmer heard Oslo speak of Jamila in particular, he immediately raised his alarm in his heart.

"I can't do without mentioning Lady Jamila, for this matter is not only for you, but also for Lady Jamila. Oslo said with a smile, two lumps of fat on his face protruding visibly, and his eyes narrowed into two slits.

Shocked, Kersmund asked, "What is the matter?" ”

"Don't worry, come on, please sit down first, and I'll talk to you slowly. Oslo said unhurriedly, inviting Sensed to sit down.

Suppressing his anxiety and impatience, Kersmund quickly sat down on a low stool.

Oslo sat down right after him, while the red-clothed maid stood behind him, still bowing her head and silent.

After sitting down, Kersmund was about to ask questions, but Oslo preempted him and asked, "You've seen Lady Jamila, haven't you?" Minded frowned and said, "Why are you asking about such inconsequential things?

Oslo kept an ugly smile on his face and said, "Haha, don't you understand the truth that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it?" But I don't blame you, young man, after all, people of your age often have such problems, just change them slowly in the future." Well, the question I'm asking isn't irrelevant, because before I can say that, you have to be clear about something. Therefore, young man, please be patient. Then, my second question is: When did you meet her? ”

Kersmerd felt that this Oslo was a bit of a strong argument, but he didn't want to argue with him pointlessly, because it would only be more wasteful of time, so he simply replied, "Just these two days." ”

"Oh, okay. I heard that you and Lady Jamila have been engaged since childhood, right?" Seeing that Kersmund nodded, Oslo continued slowly, "Your father once saved the life of Lady Jamila's father, Mr. Belluga. In order to repay your father for saving his life, he decided to marry Lady Jamila to you. However, you and Lady Jamila were still young at that time, and they certainly did not understand such a thing as the marriage of a man and a woman, and it was purely a marriage contract made by your fathers, and they were rigidly tied together. You haven't even seen each other for years, haven't you seen each other for years, have you?"

"Why do you know so much about these things?" asked Kersmed, shocked and angry, "and, what is your purpose?"

"I have no ill intentions, you don't mind. I am a business partner of Mr. Beruga, a good friend of his, and he told me these things. As a good friend of his, I should care about her daughter and her future son-in-law, right? Oslo grinned wide.

"Concern? Then what are you telling me all this about? Since this is a situation that you know and I know, you can save yourself from saying more! You sent so many people and went to great lengths to invite me over, wouldn't it just to talk to me about these parents?" said Kosmerd with a serious face.

Oslo said unhurriedly: "Haha, young man, don't worry, I said in such detail, just so that you can be convinced next." I just said that about you just to give you an idea of the basis for my conclusions. ”

"Conclusion? You are from Ms. Jamila and Suo...... What conclusion has come to me about the two of us?" asked Kersmurd, bewildered.

"Well, now, I will tell you my conclusion, which is that the foundation of your marriage with Lady Jamila is not love, at least not the love between you. It seems to me that your union is not predestined, not inevitable, but simply to follow the agreement of your fathers. Oslo's tone was full of pride, as if he was proud to have come to such a conclusion.

"What do you mean by that? How can you be sure that I, Soraton, don't love Lady Jamila? and how can you be sure that Lady Jamila doesn't love me, Soraton?

"I'm not sure if you love Lady Jamila, and I'm not interested in knowing, but I'm sure Lady Jamila doesn't love you. Oslo raised his voice, his tone seemed agitated.

"How do you know that? Lady Jamila told you herself?" asked Kersmeard.

"Of course I do! Ms. Jamila doesn't know what love is, and she won't fall in love with any man yet. For the past two years I have been following her, often from the mouths of his parents, from the mouths of the servants of his house, and even from the mouths of the maids beside her. Although Ms. Jamila was intelligent, well-read, and versatile, she knew nothing about men and women, and even though she was now about to become an adult, she was still childish, innocent and lively, like a child. ”

Oslo paused and continued, "She won't have a real attachment to a man at all now, and she won't love you. Maybe she was educated by her parents since she was a child and identified you as her future husband and then did what his parents said, but for her, you are just a fait in her mind, and she is used to naturally equating you with her future husband, just like a child who memorizes a formula and remembers this equation. ”

Eyemerd said disapprovingly, "Since she already thinks so, isn't it enough?"

"No, the formula that I memorize by rote is unreliable, she has no real affection for you, the so-called future husband, for her, you are not a necessity, not irreplaceable. Even without you, well, if you die suddenly, although she will inevitably be sad and sad because of it, such sadness is just similar to the negative emotions that a child has when he learns that the gift that his parents promised him has finally failed. After a short period of grief, someone else can take your place in her heart, and then she will forget about you, and you can still live happily and happily, even happier and happier. Oslo's tone of voice was visibly becoming more and more agitated.

"It's just your self-righteous conjecture!" Kersmerd suppressed his irritation, he couldn't bear Oslo's obviously long-planned and hidden remarks.

"But I at least know Lady Jamila better than you do, and the real Lady Jamila is not the Lady Jamila who has lived in your fantasies for years, there's no doubt about that, isn't it?" Oslo's voice suddenly sank, and his tone suddenly became cold.

Eyemoad couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then said coldly: "I don't want to argue with you uselessly about Ms. Jamila's question, let's say, what is your real purpose?"

"I say all this just to make you understand that you don't need to be too attached to your engagement with Ms. Jamila, and let it go. Oslo's eyes glowed with a strange light.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Well, I think Lady Jamila is very suitable to be my wife, and I believe I can make her the happiest woman in the world. I would love to marry her, but I was hindered by your engagement to her, so I want you to cancel your engagement to her, and of course, I will pay enough for your decision, such as a large sum of dinars. Well, is a million dinars enough?" said Oslo excitedly, his voice seemed to tremble.