The morning sun shines through the fortified walls of The Hague Fort and splashes like golden water into Alan Kwyn's bedroom. The newly-dressed girl sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the empty room, but her thoughts didn't know where she had flown to.

There was a stiff knock at the door, and Viscount Otto Kwyn, who seemed to be sighing, pushed open the door and entered—for this day he had also changed into a new cloak, and the old man stood in front of the door and looked at his daughter as if he were very hesitant, and finally smiled: "You look beautiful today." ”

"Thank you for the compliment......" Alan stood up a little confused, some thin figures showed a different kind of charm under the dress point, the first time I heard his father's praise and this way, Allen, also a little uncomfortable: "Is it about to start, the martial arts competition?"

"It's about to start - I was supposed to let Lawrence take you down, but I want to ...... Occasionally, I can fulfill the following father's responsibilities. The old man seemed unexpectedly nervous: "Maybe this is my last chance!"

“...... It's about your happiness for the rest of your life, kid. Otto's voice was a little heavy: "Believe me, there is no better way." ”

"I'm sure you've always had my happiness in mind, Father. Alan smiled a little reluctantly: "After all, you are my father, how could I doubt you?"

Otto's face showed a dry smile, and just as he was about to say something, Alan had already taken the initiative to step forward and hug his arm, and his blue eyes blinked lightly with a sweet smile, giving the old man a kind expression. The two men walked out of the room side by side. Only a breeze slammed the creaking door shut.

Flags painted with various coats of arms flutter slowly in the cold breeze of early spring. Brightly colored flags. The loud trumpets echoed with the church bells, and the attendants holding high the flags of various families stood proudly under the blazing sun of the crowded Hague Castle, and there was a lively cheer everywhere.

Dressed in her own heraldic robes and weapons, the knights of the furious horses gathered in the middle of the square amid the noise of the crowd of civilians, waiting for them to take the stage - they knew from the beginning that the moment was coming to determine the future lord of The Hague Fort, and their own fate!

"You are truly different, my esteemed lord. ”

There was a lot of noise and chaos. Mrs. Angelica's graceful and luxurious tone was even more beautiful than singing, and there was a faint hint of ridicule, and she came out of a crowd of rooster-like "knights", elegantly cocking her index finger and little finger

The crescent-moon eyes flickered slightly, staring at a knight who sat at the back - no ornate coat of arms, no banner or shield, just sitting alone with a sword in place, quiet as a priest.

Dressed in the black overcoat chain mail of the Sacred Tree Knight and the sterling silver belt buckle, there were no other ornaments, and even the sword in his hand did not appear to have any extra carving. It seemed as pure as his eyes.

"Shall I praise you for your devotion to the Order, or for your adherence to the teachings of the Radiant Cross?" asked Lady Angelica, with some amusement, "There are few knights as 'simple' as you these days. ”

"I've just inherited the domain of Fort Clarion. It's too late to prepare a coat of arms for yourself. Edward Witwood chuckled, "As for the armor - I was just a squire a little over a year ago, and I didn't have that much money to buy myself a new one. ”

A year ago, he was just a squire, but now he is a viscount of the kingdom...... A hint of jealousy flashed in Lady Angelica's eyes, why would the Radiant Cross be so fond of a commoner who didn't even have half a noble bloodline, and whose ancestors were still savages?

"I'm sure you know what you're here for, Viscount Edward. Taking a breath, Mrs. Angelica looked around and made sure that all eyes were on the field before turning back: "I also hope you can understand what this game will decide!"

"In short - we duel in the presence of the Radiant Cross, and the victor gets a bride, plus an inheritance. Edward laughed teasingly, and then regained his composure: "You can rest assured, I know exactly what I'm here for!"

"It's a very important territory. Lady Angelica's face was a little gloomy: "There will be a lot of southern lords staring here, it's not easy for you to win!"

"Edward Wittwood, you have heard me clearly, and you may have a chance of winning in your eyes - yes, Alan she cares about you very much, and my father Holard seems to have acquiesced in this matter, and my husband Otto Kwyn, Lord of The Hague Castle, has a crush on you...... But you still have a lot of opponents. ”

"This is a test - do you want to get Alan, get the authority of two castles and become one of the most important lords of the South, then show your talent today, if you want those people to recognize you, it's not enough to beat them down one by one!" Lady Angelica chuckled, "Especially since you need a lot of important people willing to support you." ”

"I'm sure you'll probably be able to give me some advice?"

"Ellet Millal, heir to the city of Hamtu, and his father, Count Miral, is one of the most powerful in the South. Mrs. Angelica pointed to the young man who was eager to try not far away, waving the sword in his hand: "This greedy old thing is planning to incorporate Fort Hague into his territory, what a wishful thinking!"

"Of course, even so, he is still a threat to you - the Earl of Hantu City controls some of the most important fruit and olive groves in the south, and no one will go against the wealthy Miral for the sake of you, the Viscount, who has nothing but a ruined castle. ”

"Except for Minest, who is richer than them. Edward smiled sincerely, bowed slightly and saluted Mrs. Angelica: "Thank you for your reminder, I will definitely remember it in the future!"

With a slight smuff, Lady Angelica gracefully turned away, leaving Edward alone standing still, looking at her departing back with some amusement.

Why would Lady Angelica, who had always been extremely disgusted with her, take the initiative to stand up and help herself? Edward secretly glanced at the somewhat spirited young man, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Of course, because of the presence of someone who was even more disgusting to her - perhaps the Earl of Hantu City was nowhere near as wealthy as the Minestes, but at least to the point of being a threat, once they had a port to Dominica, their wealth would be multiplied, and they would no longer have to rely on the fleet of one-horned seahorses.

Of course, all this is only a "danger" that exists on paper and in the imagination, but for Lady Angelica, anything that may threaten the strength of the family is something to be strictly guarded against - even if the Lord Ellet Miral has little chance of winning, at least Edward does not think that he will lose.

"Excuse me, are you the Lord of Hornfort, Lord Viscount Edward Witwood?" a young man about Edward's age approached, bowed slightly, and spoke in a southern Turin, "I am Sir Ellet Millal's squire, and Master Ellert has ordered me to come and challenge you!"

"Challenge?"

"The challenge of showing affection to Miss Alan Kwyn - only the final victor of today can have this privilege, and this power must only come between you and the young master. The squire had an extremely arrogant smile on his face: "Therefore, I hope you can stand until the end is divided between you and Young Master Aitt, and then the Radiant Cross will decide everything in the end!"

"Radiant Cross has decided to ......," Edward chuckled, and then turned his gaze to the young knight who was also staring at him unabashedly, "Tell your young master that I am glad to accept his challenge, and wish him a victory!" (To be continued......)