The Knights of the Holy City quickly left the place.

The Knights of the Holy City are still far from here, and it is not possible for the knights to come here under normal circumstances. Seeing them gallop towards the castle of the local lord in the distance, the baron was thoughtful.

After a simple supper, the maiden clamored to go out for a walk, and the uneasy baron had to wander around the town with a wry smile. The setting sun reflects the last of its glory on the earth, and the vendors of the bazaar are packing up the rest of their wares, ready to drag their tired bodies back to their shabby but cozy home.

The two of them walked together, and walked next to an old woman who sold some trinkets for girls, and Harrow picked up a hairpin and made cute gestures on her hair.

"Lord Knight, give you a chance to give me a gift~" The girl mischievously ran to the next vendor with a hairpin, "This is not the tone of speaking to a knight." The baron muttered and paid.

"You're a good match. The old lady spoke, and the knight looked back in astonishment, and found her blind eyes looking at her.

"Old man, you may not know ・・・・・・"

"She took the yellow hairpin, which I made with my own hands, knight. The blind grandmother stood up and began to pack her things, her swift movements were not affected by the blindness at all, "Young man, the girl who grabbed you, she has a fate with you, and as for what kind of result, I am too old to see." ”

The knight shrugged his shoulders, Harrow was a girl who was easy to fall in love with at first sight, but the baron was not a promiscuous person. The old woman was amused, he thought, and turned to his female companion.

He didn't hear the old man's last words, maybe because he didn't care, maybe because the old man did it on purpose.

"My name is Baba Vanga, and one day, you will understand, a knight from afar. ”

At the end of a long day's journey, the knight took off his armor and changed into a silk robe, and he passed the time reading the historical works translated for him by Frederick's butler.

He already speaks the lingua franca well, but lacks an understanding of a lot of common sense, and he tries to change this through reading.

The door was pushed open, and Helo, who came in with wet hair, smiled as the knight thrust his drawn sword back into its scabbard.

"It's not a lady's thing to do to push the door in. The baron sat still.

"Nor does it seem to be a gentleman's duty not to welcome a lady. The girl did not shy away from sitting on his bed, playing with the knight's helmet, "Well, this is for you." ”

The baron took the girl's gift, it was a small ring, and Lildra could not see where its silver-white material came from, and it was very light, with a silver-white wolf's head.

"I bought it when I was shopping just now, so I think it's your reward for protecting me during this time. Harrow walked up to the knight and placed her hand lightly on the knight's face, "Remember, you are the first knight I have ever seen, my knight. ”

With that, she vanished.

Silently.

The knight woke up suddenly, and when he looked up, he found that he had fallen asleep in bed. What a strange dream, the baron smiled and stretched, stunned to find a ring on his ring finger in his left hand.

Wolf Head Ring.

The knight subconsciously jumped out of bed and panicked to knock on the door of the opposite room, which was the room where Harrow lived.

There is no room opposite, just a place to pile up clutter. Without saying a word, the knight rushed downstairs with the knight's sword and found the boss.

"Where's the girl who came with me?" he asked, glaring at the balding middle-aged man with a red rosacea.

"My honorable lord, you have come alone, and there are no girls. But if you need a girl, I can help you・・・・・・"

The boss, rubbing his hands together, obediently closed his mouth under the knight's cannibalistic gaze, and the baron took off the ring, revealing that a word had been written on it.

"What's that word?" he handed the ring to his boss.

"My lord, this is what spices mean. If you need spices・・・・・・"

Looking at the knight who rushed out of the inn again, the boss was stunned and continued to finish speaking: "We don't have either!"

The knight with the ring came to the empty bazaar, the place of the blind old lady was also empty, night had fallen, and under the darkness, no one knew what the baron's face was.

His face was ugly.

Wolves and spices, this joke is a little too big.

A few of the patrolling guards came over, the torches dispelled a small darkness, and the soldiers looked at the baron's silk robes, and instead of shouting, they bent down respectfully and asked him if he could help.

"Where's the blind old woman?"

Several of the soldiers looked at each other in confusion, and one of them, who looked older, replied, "Your Excellency, I am afraid that this is the tax collector under the Baron, who is the only one who knows all the people in the realm." ”

Lildra quickly returned to the inn and changed into his armor. He didn't know if the lord here was a bastard like little Viscount Anthony, and there was nothing wrong with being careful.

He settled the money, asked for directions, and let his horse run to the castle in sight.

The innkeeper thought for a moment and said to his fellows, "You see, noble lords are just different, and if you want spices, you can go directly to other noble lords." ”

Wangshan ran a dead horse, and in the eyes of the anxious baron, the castle was a little far away in the sky, and he was stunned to run out of the speed of the knight's charge.

"Tell your master, Baron Owen Lildra of the Pena Valley, to visit. ”

The baron in the castle was woken up in his sleep. This is a well-mannered lord, who prefers to sit alone in his study and have a spiritual conversation with the ancient sages rather than fight on horseback.

He got out of bed with a mess of golden curls, and his good qualities kept him from saying any unpleasant words to the waiter, but the gentleman was definitely not in a good mood.

After all, a lot of people have a wake-up gas.

After a bit of grooming, the two barons met in the hall of the lord.

The mood of the host was even worse. Does a heavily armed country nobleman, who came to him with a sword, know what etiquette is? Listening to his stumbling lingua franca, the owner of the castle had the idea of turning his head back and falling back to sleep.

"So you want to see my tax collector? no problem, my baron. I'll let him come, and if there's nothing to do, I've got work to do. ”

The two men politely ended the meeting.

The tax collector with two small eyes hurried in.

"You said the old woman was gone?"

"Yes, my lordship. She left tonight, paying her last tax in town before leaving. ”

The baron asked disappointedly, "Didn't she say where she was going?"

"No, she didn't say anything. ”

The baron left the hall, and he saw that the knights of the Holy City who he had seen during the day were still practicing their swordsmanship in the open space of the castle, but he was not in the mood to talk to them right now.

He stood alone in the clearing.

It's really like a dream these days. Although he only spent a short day with Helo, this mysterious girl left a deep impression on him, and he couldn't be called like, as if he was called happy.

Yes, it's fun.

A girl who can make him forget strange things.

He remembered the girl's big crooked eyes when she smiled.

The baron raised his left hand, took off the iron glove, and put the ring back on his ring finger, which was fitting and delicate.

But it always seems that something is missing.

The moonlight sprinkled on his ring, reflecting a cold arc and sinking into the vast expanse of the earth.

Tonight, it's a lonely full moon.