The Greytree Fort is quiet and distant at night, and the cool breeze blows from the distant mountains, blowing through the wheat fields and into the heart. Tallinnam stood under the trees, the moonlight elongating his figure, as well as his thoughts and melancholy.

"That's it, Tallinn ......"

Inya turned around, her eyes flashing with determination, but with a hint of reluctance and tenderness.

It was a tenderness that Tallinnham had never seen before, like a wisp of evening breeze that swept through Tallinn's heart lake and raised round and round ripples. How he wanted to leave the woman in front of him, but he couldn't. Just like Inya can't stay. They are all people with status and status, and they carry too much on their shoulders, which is both responsibility and obligation.

Tallinnam knew that he could go crazy once and follow Inya to the end of the world for love. But he couldn't, and now he is the master of Ashkeep, the heir of Lord Berto. There are too many heavy responsibilities on my shoulders, which is a responsibility and an honor. If you go crazy once, follow Inya far away, and give up her responsibilities as a lord, then Inya may not like herself. Perhaps, what she likes is such a responsible and responsible man. But to become such a man, he is destined to not be able to stay with her. Is it fate, is it a miss? Tallinnam didn't know, he just stood where he was, his eyes were not only reluctant, but still reluctant.

"Where are you going next?"

Tallinnham stood up straight and asked in a gentlemanly manner. He didn't even have the courage to reach out and take Inya's hand. Because in Bretonnia's code of knighthood it is written that the lady must be treated with respect. So, no matter how much I wanted to hold Inya in my arms deep down, I couldn't.

"I don't know......," Inya flicked her bangs in front of her forehead, tucking her fine hair behind her ear, "I may go to the north, or I may go back to my homeland." In short, I will go wherever my God tells me to go. You know, I was born to do His will. ”

"It is its will to bring you to me. ”

Having mustered up courage, Tallinnham finally uttered his most affectionate confession. Of course, such words are not even love words in the eyes of those southern aristocratic sons. At most, it's a clumsy joke of the old knight.

But Inya didn't think so. She smiled slightly, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and a pair of clear eyes hidden under her long eyelashes. The breeze blew, and the fine hair on the tips of the knight's hair danced lightly.

"Tallinn, you are a good man, a good knight, and a good lord. ”

Inya whispered. Her voice was so gentle, it was a whisper that Tallinnham had never heard before. It's hard to associate the feminine woman in front of you with the bloody knight on the battlefield. At this moment, she is no longer a rose knight, but a sentimental maiden. Equally sentimental, there is also Tallinnam......

"I wish I was just an ordinary wandering knight, ...... like before"

Tallinnham said, staring at the woman he loved. He wanted her to read his mind, and apparently, Inya did. But so what? They are not destined to belong to the same world. The cruelty is not that they didn't meet, but that they met but had to be separated because of external reasons.

"Don't struggle, Tallinn, I know you can't let go of your duties, your people, everything behind you. Just like me, I can't give up my faith......"

Inya said, her eyes darkening.

For a while, she just stroked the war horse and was silent.

"Wherever you are in the future, if you have any difficulties, tell me. I'll be there for you!"

Walk through long woods until you have to part. It took a long time for Tallinnham to squeeze a few words out between his teeth.

And Inya just smiled, "A very cruel reality, Tallinn...... If nothing else, we won't see each other again. The world is so big, once we get out of here, the probability of us meeting again is very small. Tyrells wasn't close to Bretonnia, and I might be able to travel farther away in the future. And you are destined to be the lord of Ashkeep, the knight of Bretonnia. Perhaps, this is our fate. ”

"This damn fate!"

Tallinnham yelled.

Inya gently covered his lips—

"Don't be like that, remember who you are, you are now a knight of Bretonnia, lord of Greykeep, as a lord, a knight of Bretonnia, you should remember your oath. Make an oath that you must keep for the rest of your life. ”

Tallinnham could only nod impotently, he knew, of course he knew. The moment he took the vow, he became a believer in the goddess of the lake, a true knight of Bretonnia.

"Take care, Tallinn ......"

With that, Inya turned and got on her horse and walked away. She was resolute, didn't even give the man a goodbye hug, didn't look back more. Only Tallinnam was left staring at the spot for a long time, his heart broken.

......

"My lord, this is the demographics of the various villages, you can see it. ”

The days seemed to pass quickly, and three months passed in a flash, and Tallinnham had adapted to the life of a lord, and he maintained the good routine of being a knight's squire, getting up at dawn every day, exercising, taking care of official business immediately after breakfast, eating punctually at noon, and returning to the castle before dark. It was as if he was the same Berto lord he had been.

When Harvey, the knight of the kingdom, handed over the official document, Tallinnham expertly unwrapped the beeswax and began to read it. Outside, the sunlight shone faintly onto the ground, blocked by dense foliage, casting mottled silhouettes on the ground. For a moment, Tallinnham seemed to recall that cold night. It's just that the lover is gone, and when I look back, it's empty.

He put down the official letter and walked out the window, overlooking the territory outside the castle. In the field, green waves are thousands of miles, that is the breath of life. Tallinnam thought back that this was what he wanted to protect, that he wanted to protect. Just like what Berto was going to protect.

"Good morning, Lord Greykeep. ”

A familiar female voice sounded from behind her, and Anna, the former lord's wife, appeared at the door of the room in a gorgeous overcoat. Knight Harvey stepped back first. Leave Tallinnham and Anna alone.

"You shouldn't be here. This is the place where the office is administrative. ”

Tallinnham turned around and said with a look of displeasure.

"Hehe, it looks like you're really the owner of Ashkeep. ”

Anna walked slowly, with contempt and disdain in her words.

"No, I'm the master here. ”

Facing the wife of the previous lord, Tallinnham no longer had a trace of concern, he stood up straight and said proudly.

"Oh, bastard, don't forget the fact that you and my husband are not related by blood. I watched you come into Ashkeep, and I doubted you from the first day you came here. You can fool everyone, but you can't fool me. Bastard, you're not Berto's bastard at all, you're not even a Bretonnian. You're just a civilian in the faraway wilderness of Kislev!"

Anna leaned into Tallinnam's ear and whispered.

After saying that, he chuckled and walked away. "Betrayal, lies. I don't think I need to say more, you know what kind of crime you have committed, don't you? Would you like me to recite it to you?"