Jonah was half-lying in bed and listened to Elliot tell a story from forty years ago.

The Rose Knight leaned down and flicked the red charcoal in the brazier with his fire hook, the holy river rushing in the distance, and the early spring night was cool.

"And then?" asked Jonah.

Elliott turned the heat up and clapped his hands, "Yes, they are in love." Then, not long after, Mr. Javilir found out that his only daughter was pregnant. ”

Of course, Lord Javilir was furious, and he could guess who the child's father was without having to ask around, and for months rumors about Miss Daniela and the sword instructor Walstard had spread throughout Dewey Bluegrass Manor.

Javilir chose to turn a blind eye, he actually liked the young swordsman from the north in his heart, and even secretly moved the idea of taking him as his son-in-law.

The old man did not speak to anyone, not even Madame Javilir, but now, Daniela's slightly bulging belly shattered all the good imaginations of the old man like a thunderbolt from the blue.

With a ping-pong bang, the expensive oriental porcelain vase shattered on the oak floor, "Unforgivable!" Javilir roared angrily, grabbing another beautifully shaped silver wine jug, "Unforgivable! You are a disgrace to Javilir for doing such a thing! It is a disgrace to the Bluegrass Manor! Even a disgrace to Lord Dewey Sutherland!" Although the hereditary baron of Bazelar, Javilil, was only a remote manor owner, but he attached great importance to etiquette and ethics, and understood how fornicating women were usually viewed in the sick circle of the aristocracy.

Daniela knelt side by side with Vorstar at the master's desk, the northern elves bowing their heads deeply and not saying a word.

Daniela tugged at his sleeve, and when she saw that her lover didn't respond, she looked up and said loudly, "Dad, please don't blame Wostar, it's my own choice." I am willing to accept any punishment. ”

"Punishment?" Javilir tore at his bow tie in pain, "You say it too easily, my dear daughter, the King's Secret Envoy has sent this news to the Royal City, and it won't be long before Lord Dewey and His Majesty the King will learn of a scandal that has insulted the entire royal family in Alivia, a remote corner of the Kingdom, and they will send a royal ceremonial investigator to judge you and that damned swordsman, send you to the Inquisition, and punish accordingly." The heaviest punishment, my dear daughter, is hanging!"

Madame Javelier sat aside, wiping her tears, muttering that she should not have agreed to Daniela's words, and invited the handsome sword teacher from the royal city.

"Daddy!" Daniela stood up, her little face flushed, "It's not fair! Vorstar and I are free to love each other, and we are willing to do so, so why should we let those old-fashioned old men censor it? If love is sinful, then who is innocent in the entire Bazelal Kingdom?"

"Shut up!" said the old man, in a fit of rage, slammed the silver jug to the ground, and half of the jug of bubbling ale soaked the beautiful woolen carpet.

His lips trembled, "By ...... Why? ...... Even if we are banished to this desolate province, our name will still be Sutherland!"

Daniela's green eyes widened, "That's just a stupid word, a useless curse!I'm Daniela, Daddy you're Javilil, he's Walstar, we don't need any Sutherland to dictate our love!"

"Wait!" Jonah shouted, stopping the Rose Knight from continuing.

Elliott looked at him quizzically.

Jonah clenched his fists nervously, "Pamela's mother is a Sutherland royal?"

Elio nodded, "It's true. ”

"But the hatred between Tobatha and Sutherland...... Jonah couldn't say the second half.

"Then listen to us, Your Excellency the Astrologer. Later, you'll get the answer. The Rose Knight said calmly, and the night breeze blew through a strand of blonde hair on his forehead.

Baron Javilir Sutherland pointed at Daniela and opened his mouth, his Adam's apple fluttering, but he couldn't say anything. He stood for a long time, let out a long sigh, and sat down weakly in his armchair.

"Dad, I'm sorry. Daniela's rosy cheeks were filled with tears, and she walked up to her father, sat on the ground, and put her little face on his lap, "I really love Vorstar. Originally, we wanted to tell you in person and pray for your blessings, but we didn't expect it to come too suddenly......"

"Daniela, Daniela. The old man muttered, stretched out his hand, and stroked the long wheat-colored hair of his only daughter, "I would have given you my most heartfelt wishes. Walstar was a good young man, and everyone in the Bluegrass Manor liked him, respected him, and treated him as a true friend. But now look, my good boy, what have you done?"

Vorstar remained on his knees on the floor, silent.

Lord Javellir pointed his trembling fingers at the swordsman's head, "And you, you, now, won't even take off that funny top hat to give you a little respect for this family that has hurt you deeply!"

The brim of the northern elf's hat trembled slightly.

After being at Bluegrass Manor for so long, he rarely took off his top hat in front of others, and in his own words, it was "a little quirk from his hometown." Rather than tarnishing the image of the urbane and humble Worsda, the little quirks made him appear more approachable.

When the lord raised this, Madame Javelier also looked up from her grief, and she realized that she had never seen the sword teacher without a hat.

"Dad, this ...... He's not used to taking off his hat, don't force him, okay?" Daniela shook her father's hand with tears in her eyes.

"In the name of your employer, your child's maternal grandfather, and the lord of the manor, I order you to take off your top hat!" Seeing the silence of the sword teacher, Javilil's anger grew.

The Northern Elf didn't hesitate this time, he reached out and took off his wide-brimmed top hat, revealing his gray-white curly hair.

"Good, good. The lord of the manor stroked his heaving chest and leaned back in his chair, "At the very least, you are still a polite young man...... Wait a minute, that's what's in your hair. Is it some little ornament from your hometown?"

Vorstar lowered his head and whispered, "No, sir. That's my ears. I don't mean to hide this fact, I'm sorry, sir, I'm a northern elf. ”

Daniela sighed, and the Javilirs couldn't believe their eyes and ears. Although the Northern Elves have been migrating from the Western Continent since a few decades ago, there are too few people who have seen this mysterious race with their own eyes, so that in the minds of the Bazelars, the Northern Elves are more like an ethereal and invisible myth.