"Your Highness has gone out with the guards."

With the voice, a few eyes looked.

Several peasant children of the same age, both male and female, peeked at the handsome and glamorous Bran out of the corner of their eyes.

There was an eleven-year-old girl, who knew that Bran was going out early in the morning, so she deliberately tied a new braid, and put a small white flower on her head, and from time to time she swept away the dust that blew to keep her face clean, which was the best way she could show off in front of others.

Bran smiled at everyone who could meet the eyes, and naturally included the girl, which made the girl's heart hot, and it could be hot for several days, but that's all, I didn't dare to think about it.

Cruelly speaking, seventy percent of these peasants were slaves bought from the debt market, attached to the estate, "property", and had no connection with Bran's life path.

The adult mind is dominant, so that Bran "never" played with these children with dirty faces, even once.

Poetry and swords occupy the daily routine.

Sometimes, due to the influence of education and memory in his previous life, Bran would ask Carol to secretly take bread and give it to these children who were developing and desperate for food, and he knew that it was really uncomfortable to be hungry.

They also rode around the manor on horseback, and if they found a farmer or craftsman sick, they would bring nutritious food.

Bran was a very nice little master in the hearts of the peasants, and was noticeably more popular than Howard, who rarely showed his teeth and stooped over in front of his lords.

The sun rises completely, it overlooks all beings, dominates the world, and when its interest is at its highest and its body temperature is the hottest, everyone is afraid of it, and they dare not be looked at directly, and they need to hide.

Every inch of sunlight is transmitted with the wind, and the warmth bakes the land, and the fog is unwilling to disperse.

There was not the slightest wind howling in my ears, and my body began to sweat.

After leaving the manor for a while.

Bran didn't look back, his left hand held high for a sprint, and the wind picked up again, and he liked the sense of speed.

In his previous life, he didn't have the opportunity to ride a horse, but in this life, Bran fell in love with this sport as soon as he came into contact with it.

"Drive."

Bu Qinglan patted House's buttocks, he didn't use a horsewhip, but used the "golden spur" inherited by the family to gently remind House, a few seconds later, the footprints on the ground increased rapidly, leaving all the way, and not long after, in the eyes of the farmers of the manor, only black spots the size of ants remained.

Bran's riding skills were taught by Carroll, and the method was simple and crude.

"Sit on and walk around first to seek stability, then fall, fall until you don't want to fall again, you won't fall again, you are learning to be a qualified rider, and then you are seeking speed......"

When Bran first practiced, the skin on his inner thighs often reddened and even bled out.

This method of training riders in the army at the beginning made Carol, a big boss, suffer from Marlene's eyes and even scolding.

But this scolding is different from the all-round greetings between men that can be traced back to the family patriarch, the side line, the outer line, and even the addition of "animals".

"It's outrageous."

"You rough man."

In this kind of words, Carol sounds like a tingling feeling of her nails scraping her skin,

In fact, he quite enjoyed the feeling of treating cold eyes as flattering.

Carol is a nobleman who believes in "chivalric principles" and is loyal to her lord, and is friendly to Marlene, a fellow citizen who is also loyal.

In addition, Marlene's appearance was more appetizing than any noblewoman he had ever seen, so whenever he dined with Marlene, there was a burning heart hidden under his silent appearance, "Lift off the table, cut the knife and fork, and tear off the belt......

Sometimes I would also fall into a dream, dreaming that Marlene cast an ambiguous look at him, and finally ......

Because the women in the inner court are owned by the lord, whenever Carol wakes up and sees Howard again, she has the feeling of wearing a hat for the Grand Duke, to be honest, although it is a little obscene, but it feels good.

Carol, whose fantasy has not yet passed, will narrow her "left eye" into a line and look very kind.

And what will only be the left eye? Because the right half of his handsome face was cut by a sharp weapon!

Staying in the fight against the Ottoman scimitar cavalry, he would wear a "half-mask" to avoid being intimidated when he traveled with a lot of women and children.

After that fierce battle, Carol won two titles, one of which was circulated in Venice.

"Half-faced", this has the meaning of ridicule.

The other is the amazement of the Ottoman cavalry during the battle, even if he has helmet protection, but when Carol, who is full of power, swings the huge sword like a thick plate, as easily as swinging a wooden branch, he often dazzles a cavalryman with a single sword, spits out bright red and falls off his horse.

"Excalibur of Great Strength", this is the title of praise given to Carol by the Ottoman nobles who respect the strong and fight with them.

Strength is the best compliment given to men in this emerging eastern country.

But when Carol himself found out, he didn't like the title, which sounded like a "rude barbarian".

His feet are fast, elegant, and agile, and he can also wield a rapier.

The four of them flew across the paved avenues of stone paved roads, and slowly entered some uninhabited, overgrown roads.

Bran's riding skills are good, although he is not as good as those horseback peoples in the East, but he is not inferior to the children of nobles of the same age.

As the sun approached its brightest hour, they had been riding for more than three hours, and for the first time on their horses for so long, Bran felt like their butts were on fire!

The tall obstacle was now in sight, and the four of them came to a dense forest outside the valley where they were to hunt.

There is an artificially carved path that can be ridden slowly.

At the end of the road, a small bridge over a river divides it, turn left into deeper forest, or turn right into a valley full of flowers and plants, where some of the rarer animals or birds of prey are located.

The noise of the forest, the smell of the wild, which makes the hunter's heart beat faster, are all beating silver coins.

Every inch of land has its true master, who can be fierce as a lion and wolf, or a man (noble).

Not far from the bridge, there is a wooden hut that resembles a rest stop, with four rooms in all, and a stable, where two horses are chewing grass with their mouths agitated, and a kennel next to it, with medium-sized dogs that can chase fiercely and can chase people.

There is a white "iris" on a yellow background on the low house, which was replaced a few months ago, it is still brand new, fluttering from time to time with the weak wind, the shape of the iris is very similar to the "white dove" in flight, the yellow is permanent, and the white represents innocence.

This is the grandfather's young lover "Megan Quake", all the family flag coats of arms.

The three Ben were in the wooden house, drinking sour fruit wine, and boasting that they had worked with several tavern maids, and when they heard the unusual bird call, they put on badly worn shoes.

One took the short bow on the wall, two barrels of arrows, one with a black dagger in his arms, and another took a cross sword, and a small round shield with an iris pattern, and instantly became an infantry warrior.

Then he opened the kennel and ordered the whole dog to go out with the dagger.

Three hounds with a keen sense of smell were pulled by him.

When they were ready, the three forest rangers waited at the small wooden bridge before entering the valley.

Cowardice can't do the forest guards, and all three of them have blood-stained experience.

They hold their breath, their pupils dilated, and their heartbeats increase.

"Is it a nobleman?"

"It seems to be...... It's from the Chamans, and I recognize the half-faced man, and the tall savage behind him.