Under a clear sky, a straight paved road stretched towards the distant horizon, bisecting the land of forests and hills from the center, and the slightly muddy road was full of footprints of passers-by and ruts of horse-drawn carriages, and there were gravel-laden paths on either side, wide enough for four carriages to move side by side.

Starting from Maple Leaf Harbor, Edward and his party even entered the control area of Turin City, that is, the direct territory of the king. All castles, towns, and farmsteads were under the direct authority of the king, and were governed by kingdom officials.

According to the history of the Kingdom of Turin, the territory of the entire kingdom in the earliest days had a total of three city-states and two kingdoms, and the city of Turin at that time was only a coastal city-state. In the end, the city-state called "Turin" conquered two of her neighbors, and then, through guò warfare and bribery, defeated the other two kingdoms, forming the present Turin.

As the capital of the kingdom today, the territory directly controlled by the city of Turin occupies a quarter of the entire kingdom, and the taxes are the vast majority, so it can have enough financial resources to build such a "Turin Avenue" scattered all around—this is not only a manifestation of the power of the kingdom, but also an important link in the circulation and transportation of goods, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the "blood vessel" of the city of Turin.

Edward, who had traveled north with Lady Angelica, was naturally riding a dark black foal on the famous "Turin Boulevard", slowly following the convoy of the Kwen family.

Speaking of the horse that Allen gave him, Edward still vaguely remembered that in the morning, the red-faced "Young Master Allen" seemed to be losing his temper, threw the reins of the horse in his face with a flick of his hand, and then ran away without looking back.

"I'm tired, so I'm temporarily lending this horse to you to ride for a while--only, just lending it to you, or do you want to pay it back?!" Thinking of Allen's inexplicable "bad temper", Edward remembered that the other party was still a noble young master.

Belch...... Or should I say Miss Aristocrat?

Edward looked at the extravagant four-wheeled carriage carrying Lady Angelica and Ellen at the front of the convoy, and Sir Rollas, who had been "loyally" guarding the carriage and riding his warhorse in full armor.

"What the hell do I want?" said to himself whenever he saw the knight, remembering the question he had asked him last night.

From the beginning, Edward didn't have a "wanted thing". It seems that those who once wanted to get a qiē: a girl in love, a good salary, a stable job, a higher position...... All of them drifted away with the wind after his death, and he was reborn in a world he didn't know at all, and it was even more difficult for him to find something that could make him happy.

It's just that in accordance with the original wish of this body, he inherited the will of the knight of Tornir and joined the Knights of the Sacred Tree, that's all, if you add more, in this obviously hierarchical world, having as much respect as possible and not being regarded as a subordinate may be one of the goals.

But was that really the case? Edward opened his calloused palm in some confusion and looked at the marks of the hilt of the sword—though only twice, he never felt the slightest panic in the dilapidated village or on the deck of the Oak Barrel.

Normally, if you are involved in this terrible conspiracy, as long as you are sane and you are still sane, you are thinking about how to get out, right? Why is the body so excited?

"What are you thinking?" the little priest's childish voice interrupted Edward's thoughts, and he followed Edward with a cane cut out of a twig, still holding his Brilliant Proverbs in his arms, and looked at him with his head tilted and big eyes twinkling curiously.

Speaking of which, in fact, after Mrs. Angelica learned of Weber's identity, she originally wanted to prepare a seat for him in the carriage, but Webber was quite stubbornly refused, and even refused to even ride a horse, insisting on walking with the convoy like all the servants.

"I have promised the Bishop of The Hague Castle to walk to the city of Turin, like all the faithful, and to convey to the Glorious Cross the Church of the Glorious Cross - this is both an honor and a mission for me, and I beg your understanding. ”

Weber's answer was so speechless that many of his attendants and knights raised their swords in salute - the little priest Weber earned their respect with his unparalleled piety.

"Nothing. Looking at the other party's big simple eyes, Edward turned his gaze to the "Glorious Proverbs" in the other party's arms: "Can you tell me why you chose to come here? I thought you would stay at Fort Hague." ”

"Well...... Mainly because I listened to your advice and gave up my duty to preach in the morning. So the Bishop gave me this honor. The little priest looked down and smiled a little embarrassedly, and the seemingly stumbling step made people worry that he would fall.

"And to be able to make a pilgrimage to the city of Turin is a very rare opportunity for a priest, not to mention such a privilege. The little priest, who was already very tired, took a breath, lifted his crutches and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: "Every qiē on this road is a test of the Glorious Cross for me. ”

Edward nodded undeniably - no matter what, Webber still had his faith and what he wanted, which he didn't have.

"If you are troubled, go to the source of your pleasure, find the treasure that pleases you the most, and then go on this journey with your feet on the ground. The little priest suddenly spoke as if he were reciting poetry, and then looked at Edward with a smile: "This sentence is from the last chapter of the first volume of the Radiant Proverbs, I hope it will help you." ”

With that, Edward, who was distracted, sat down on a stone by the side of the road, gently rubbing the dust from his boots, not noticing that his expression seemed to be getting darker.

Edward thought thoughtfully, looking at the traces of the sword on his right hand and no longer seemed to be confused, the corners of his mouth slightly curved with a little joy, and his head, which had been lowered all the way, was also raised, looking at the distant horizon with some expectation.

"Hey~" After cleaning the dust off his clothes, the little priest stood up again, and continued to move forward with the convoy on crutches, and a pair of piercing eyes on his gray face never left Edward's figure.

In fact, there was another reason why he had to leave Fort Hague, which he never said...... If he hadn't chosen to do so, Webb had a hunch that he might never see the miraculous Edward Witwood he had witnessed again.

............"You shouldn't have given that horse to that little squire, it was a gift from your father—a pure-blooded from the kingdom of Vandalusia in the West, and it was too precious." ”

In the extravagant four-wheeled carriage, Mrs. Angelica helplessly persuaded the sullen Allen: "The most important thing is that it is the only gift your father has given you, and you should cherish it." ”

"Don't worry, I'm just lending him that horse to ride, and I won't give it to him. The girl muttered, and patiently explained to her mother that there was no one else in the carriage but Alan and Lady Angelica, and the little maid who served her.

"Look me in the eye, and then tell me what you just said. Mrs. Angelica straightened her full chest and looked at Alan proudly but gently like a white swan: "Don't keep your head down. ”

Alan bit his lip, his eyes swayed from side to side, and it took a long time to barely stand up, looking at his mother's enviable figure with some apprehension, which made the lady let out a long sigh, and her slender jade fingers rested on her forehead.

Alan had indeed taken a liking to the little squire, and it seemed more evident than it had been at Fort Hague—that Lady Angelica's worst fears had finally happened.

At first, she just wanted to keep that Edward temporarily to see if he was hiding something, but she didn't expect Alan to be so curious about him that she had a good impression of him, which really shouldn't be!

When I was a child, didn't I also worship those knights who were famous and famous in battle, and secretly talked with those young ladies who were as simple as myself day and night, which knight was more powerful than which knight?

Thinking of herself at that time, Mrs. Angelica couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly. Suddenly, she felt a chill all over, and grabbed Allen's hands: "That squire, it's that Edward Witwood, has he found out your true identity?!"

"Y-Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?" Alan was frightened by his mother's nervous and somewhat hideous appearance, but he didn't know what to say.

"Don't ask me this, just tell me if he has found out?!" The more Madame looked at Allen, the more frightened she became: "This matter is very important, you have to tell the truth!"

"He, he ......" Alan was a little distracted, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the little maid on the side, and saw her shaking her head desperately behind her mother's back to signal herself: "He didn't find it!"

"Really?" Mrs. Angelica was visibly unconvinced: "You've been together for so many days, and you're still on the ship......"

"But I haven't been out in the room all this time. Alan twitched his throat nervously, "And, and...... He's actually the kind of person who is more withdrawn. ”

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