Although the name Edward Witwood doesn't mean much, most of the nobles in the throne hall have a pretty strong impression of a certain black-haired Knight-Tree - the lucky boy who became the military attaché to His Royal Highness's Prince, and the guy who took the heart of the beautiful young lady at the dinner party at the Minester family.

As for the title of nobility on him...... Well, since His Majesty likes this kid, then it is not a big deal for him to get one or two territories in the countryside in the wilderness of the kingdom, anyway, in the eyes of the nobles of Turin, except for the city of Turin, all the places except the city of Turin are the countryside, and the seahorse port of the Minest family is a larger town at best.

So far, in the eyes of most Turin nobles, this "Lord of Hornhorn" is still just a small person who has little power in the eyes of His Royal Highness the Prince.

So when Edward stepped out from behind the throne and knelt on one knee before Horace I, he could clearly feel how many pairs of jealous eyes were staring at his back.

"May the Radiant Cross always be with you, Your Majesty. Edward shouted softly without the slightest scruples: "God bless Turin, my king Yongchang!"

"Oh...... Really?" Horace's majestic face smiled a little more, and he raised his eyebrows narrowly: "I thought our Hornfort hero would never return to Turin in his life, and when Glynn Turnn swore to me that you would definitely not stay in The Hague Castle, I even thought he was just comforting me - you know, after removing you from the triumphal list, I didn't expect you to be able to go back to revenge." ”

"You really think highly of me, Your Majesty - even the title of Lord of Horn Castle is already too shameful for me, how dare you make more unwarranted demands?" Edward laughed dryly, "I am only doing what I am told—as long as it is your order, I will carry it out without reservation." ”

"I'll see. Horace ended the conversation with this thoughtful answer. But even if it's just less than half an hour. The discussion in the entire throne hall became more obvious, and many nobles even began to discuss with the people around them in a suppressed voice--just a few words of conversation, and His Majesty's favor for this little viscount was completely out of the air.

This made many young people who could only linger next to the pillars of the throne hall or at the doorway extremely jealous, and the eyes of envy that seemed to be substantial were concentrated on the black-haired knight's body.

Horace, who was on the throne, looked at Edward Witwood standing there with some interest, and he deliberately said a few more words in order to let this little guy who was a little arrogant also experience the feeling of sitting on pins and needles, but it didn't seem to have obvious effect. Seeing his still calm expression, Horace had no choice but to smile a little awkwardly: "Let the heroes of Fort Clarion introduce to us everything you know about Dominica first." ”

Edward, who curled his lips slightly, bowed his head, then stood on the steps and began to talk to the nobles and knights of the entire throne hall, roughly sorting out what he had heard from Knight Captain Leonardo and Lusen, and telling them in an orderly manner.

Although what Edward said was of little value, for with a little effort it would be possible to dig the same thing out of the mouth of any Dominic merchant, it was a novelty to the nobles of Turin, most of whom had never even left the city of Turin. The farthest place I've been to is Silk Street, and the gate of Dongcheng District is the end of the world.

For these people, the realm of the kingdom is only a map, and the real living space is only the gardens and clean streets that allow their exquisite and luxurious carriages to pass through, and even what happened in Momiji Port seems to be another world.

Under such circumstances, no matter how tragic and tragic Edward only told the battle of Bright Star City, the bloody sacrifice and death in Horn Castle, they would only leave a tear or two of emotion as if it were some legendary story or a ballad in a tavern. It doesn't take it seriously.

But at least he understood the purpose of His Majesty Horace's letting himself out. In order to appease the unrealistic ideas of these fanatics, it is also emphasized that the victory in the Battle of Bright Star City is due to the treachery and greed of the Otovik family, and if Turin decides to attack at such a time, it will face an unprecedentedly united Dominican kingdom, rather than a loose city-state fighting separately.

However, it is obviously not easy to convince these people thoroughly. But Horace was clearly not willing to waste any more time on their paranoia, and the court ceremonial officer immediately declared the meeting over, and His Majesty Horace, who was a little sleepy, left his throne with the help of the little prince Anson, and the sound of farewell echoed under the dome of the hall.

All the nobles came out of the red gate one after another, talking about what had not yet been said. Many people also showed a little disappointment on their faces - although His Majesty Horace can be said to be a more diligent monarch in convening the Imperial Council, but with the increase of age and the aggravation of physical illness, the number of times is also decreasing, and for most nobles, the opportunity to meet His Majesty in person is very precious in itself.

"You have done a very good job today, Brother Wang has been distressed by these fanatical warmongers for a long time. ”

Edward, who was just about to turn away, was stopped by a voice behind him, and Berrion, who was standing not far from him, took the initiative to make a friendly gesture to him with a little relief and surprise in his eyes: "It's my honor to know you, Viscount Edward Witwood!"

"No, it should be my honor to be known to you, Duke of Barrion. Edward, who was a little surprised, replied, his right eyebrow unconsciously raised, and replied with a calm expression, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Seeing Edward's nervous and guarded expression, Berion shook his head with a "distressed" smile: "Don't do this to me, Viscount Edward, I've been very interested in you for a long time. Before that, I hope you will forgive me for not having consulted you in the mansion I had uninvited you - but I beg you to believe that I really wish to be friends with you. ”

"That's my pleasure. ”

Edward replied very calmly, and bowed a little and was about to leave, but the Duke of Barrion suddenly seemed to remember something, and walked forward with a smile: "Ah, by the way, Viscount Edward, I recently found a very nice café in Turin, the environment is very comfortable, and it is also very suitable for small talk, I wonder if you are interested?"

"Like I just said, I'm very interested in you, Viscount, and please take it if you can. Berrion enthusiastically presented the ribbon-tied invitation to Edward: "Time is the ...... It's almost tomorrow night, and I hope you'll have time. ”

“...... To be invited by the Duke of Berrion, I believe that if I refuse, many people will see me as disrespectful, right?" Edward chuckled, bowing his head slightly with a smile: "I will definitely be there on time tomorrow afternoon, please rest assured." ”

"I'm glad you're able to accept it. With a satisfied smile, Barrion turned and left the throne hall, and in front of the empty throne, only Edward was still standing.

Looking at the delicate invitation in his hand, Edward's face had a very playful smile - was the Duke improvised, or was it premeditated, or was he just trying to warn himself?

"Home of Tenderness...... Marco Tasker's café?" Edward, muttering to himself, put away the invitation, "It doesn't seem to be as simple as just having a cup of coffee. (To be continued......)