During dinner, Arya listened intently to her father's conversation with Percival as she cut the meat, and they seemed to be talking about the battles and the past.

“… To be able to inherit Old Puff's estate, I think he will also be relieved in heaven. ”

"Yes, Mr. Peve has no children under his knees, and he can adopt me, an orphan, and let me follow him to learn various knightly training courses, and raise me to be a man, even before he dies, he is telling me to be an upright and kind person, which is a kindness that I cannot repay, so this time I come back to take care of Mr. Puff's manor again, which is my only home and fief."

"Well, though, wouldn't it be a pity to refuse the king's canonization of you as a baron? This is your only chance to make the leap into the upper echelons of nobility. With that, Torris put a piece of roast meat in his mouth.

"I have no regrets, Mr. Torres. Through this war, I have seen many things, and for knights, only faith, justice and honor are the most important things. Percival was unequivocal.

"Maybe the king takes a fancy to you, so he will rest assured that he will give you the treasure—"

"Treasure?! What treasures!? Hearing the word "treasure", the strange thief gene in Arya's body instantly jumped, and before Torris could finish speaking, she immediately raised her head, her eyes glowing with curiosity.

"Hahaha! When Arya hears the treasure, she comes to her senses! Torris laughed and joked to his daughter, "Daddy doesn't know, and on the way back, Pat only said that the king would reward him with a treasure worthy of him." ”

"Yes, but until the treasure arrives, I can only keep it a secret from you, and please forgive me." With that, Percival lowered his eyes.

"Then let me guess, Pat has the title of 'Knight of the Silver Moon', I think it must be something related to the moon or something, right?" Claire speculated with interest.

"It's close, ma'am." Parcival nodded.

Hey, I just knew that he was a knight of the Knights, but I didn't expect to have a title, but this title is so handsome, and it is also very worthy of him! But what could be a moon-like treasure worthy of Percival? Arya silently watched the chatter between the adults, pondering in her heart while eating.

"Percival, after dinner, if you don't mind, stay here for a little rest and go back?" Towards the end of dinner, Torris proposed to the youth.

"No problem, I just passed by the fountain in front of the gate, I feel nostalgic, I want to see it again." From this sentence, Arya keenly captures the softness that Percival hides in his words.

"Then Arya, you can take Pat's place in the manor later, okay? Mom and Dad still have some things to take care of. Torris turned to look at his daughter, blinking vigorously and winking at her.

"Yes, Mommy will sew the maids' clothes with Nanon later, so will you accompany Pat, baby?" Claire looked at her daughter tenderly.

"Of course, if Sir Perseus doesn't mind." Wow!!! Arya felt like she could rush into the sky in one breath, running ten times in the sky, and the mood that had just calmed down in dinner began to be awakened again. Be calm! Calm down! Arya forced herself to composure, her usual happy smile on her face.

"Of course I don't mind, it's my pleasure, Miss Dushante." Percival didn't notice anything wrong, but responded politely, and Torris and Claire nodded in satisfaction.

After dinner, Arya accompanied Percival on a stroll through the garden path, where the stars in the night sky seemed to be silently gazing at the young man, and the flowers in full bloom seemed to greet the young man, and even the night breeze carried the delicate fragrance of flowers and the natural smell of the forest.

Want... What do you want to say...... Arya pursed her lips a little nervously, her eyes fixed on the ground, and just as she was thinking about what to talk about to open the conversation, Percival spoke first.

"Does Mr. Torris still in the habit of donating every year?" Parcival asked in a soft voice.

"Yes, Dad has been donating money to orphanages and churches every year, giving food to poor civilians, and although there are improvements, it seems that there are still many poor people." Arya said, Lemo's figure flashing through her mind, and her eyes drooped with a melancholy expression.

"Poverty is one of the most incurable diseases in the world, and even the gods may not be able to cure it completely. Mr. Torris has done his best to help those with his kindness and wealth," said Percival, paused, turned his gaze to Arya, and continued, "and, as far as I know, you and your wife will often weave some fabrics by hand for Monsieur Torris to give to those who are poor, and you have done your best, so you need not be too upset, Miss Dushant. ”

"Ah, thank you, thank you for your comfort, Sir Bertios, as the daughter of the Earl of Dushant, this is what I should do." Mom and Dad told him about knitting, right? Arya looked at the young man's face in amazement, in fact, Arya could only knit scarves, and Anne didn't even know how to start a needle.

"Sir Perseus, you said you wanted to see the fountain, so let's take a detour from here." After easing her nerves a little, Arya asked him with her hands behind her back, and when the young man nodded, the two of them walked down the garden path to the fountain in front of the gate.

"Sure enough, it's the same as I remembered when I was younger, and does it still retain the effect of the Trevi Fountain?" Percival asked as he caressed the edge of the pool with both hands, as if he were caressing something precious.

"Yes, when there is a major festival in the manor, it has always been a wishing fountain. When the festival was over, Dad would ask the servants to pick up the coins and save them for donation. I've got a silver coin here, would you like to try it? Arya took a silver coin from the pocket of her skirt and handed it to the young man.

"This ...... If it's not a major holiday, is it okay? Percival looked at the coin in her hand, a little hesitant.

"Of course, it can be a wishing fountain at any time, and I think it will even be happy that it carries a wish! Everyone has the right to make good wishes, even the smallest, right? And, Daddy, he won't mind! Arya smiled merrily and shoved the silver coin into his hand.

"Thank you, Miss Dushante." Arya finally smiled a little when she saw his expression.

Under Arya's gaze, Percival gently tossed the silver coin into the pool, and the small ripples on the surface of the water in an instant, and the grunt of the silver coin sinking, seemed to awaken the memories of the past between the two at the same time.

I was once here, and my first wish was, Percival...... Arya looked at the sparkling water with fascination, and the tenderness in her eyes gradually condensed, and she cast this gaze on the side face of the young man. However, she found Percival staring at the water without sorrow, but her pale blue eyes were filled with silent sadness, and it was that expression again, and Arya frowned a little sadly.

As a teenager, he wrote melancholy on his face; As an adult, he hid his sorrow in the furrows of his eyes, he had changed and at the same time had not changed, why did he have that expression, if only he could know the reason, this melancholy seemed to Arya that she could not understand now.

"Sir Bussius, what have you wished?" Arya asked cautiously, hoping to get a glimpse or two of his wishes.

"A contrary wish." The youth replied calmly.

"Contrary wishes...?" Arya was a little puzzled.

"When I was a child, I came here and made a wish; Now I come back and make a wish, contrary to what I had then. After Percival finished speaking, he turned to look at Arya: "Thank you for your company, it's not too early, I'm going to go back, and I'll be busy with other things tomorrow." ”

"Okay......" Arya watched the young man pass by her, and walked into the hall, she felt that her heart suddenly became empty, and she had to go up to the second floor alone.

Hey, I wanted to guess from his wishes the reason for his gloom, but I found nothing... Damn, the strange thief Rosemary actually has times when she misses emotionally! Arya walked on the corridor on the second floor with her head in her hands, and she couldn't stop sighing in her heart.

Back in the bedroom, Arya walked to the window in a heavy mood and saw Percival riding his white horse on his way back. The bright moonlight sprinkled on the silver armor, glowing with a pale white soft light, she supported her chin with her hands, her eyes were dull as the silver back faded away, and her low mood was instantly forgotten, and she didn't even notice that Anne came in with a plate of candy.

"Mrs. said hello to me just now, and they asked me to bring these candies and let us eat them together, this is your favorite candied strawberry." Anne put the plate on the table, and when she saw that Arya was not moving, she went to the window curiously to take a look, and she understood in an instant.

"Annie, you say, how can a knight of such integrity and purity as him live in the world, which only brings him sorrow, and he should live on the moon." Arya changed to one hand to support her chin, and the tender love in her eyes overflowed.

"You're sick." Anne summed it up briefly.

"I'm not sick!" Arya turned her head in protest, but met Anne's eyes, which were full of kindness, as if she were tending to a sick person.

"Okay, you win, I do like him more after this dinner, but he keeps me at a strong distance, and I'll have to figure out a way." Arya's right fingers tapped regularly on the edge of the window, making a clicking sound.