Gently pushing open the door, the smiling Alan waved to Edward behind him very kindly, and looked for it very enthusiastically: "This is your room, Mr. Edward Wetwood, I hope you can feel the sincerity of the Kwyn family!"

The room was not large, but it had a feather bed that looked warm just by itself, a round table with a wine jug and two small wooden chairs, and the walls and floor were glazed dark wood panels, and the soft sunlight was pouring in through the window opposite.

"I've got someone to get your change of clothes ready. There is still some time before dinner, you can take a bath and rest for a while, and when it is time for the pre-dinner prayer, a servant will come to remind you. The blonde boy put his hands behind his back, and his sunny smile made people feel good just by looking at it: "If you need anything, just ask." ”

"No, that's enough. Edward smiled a little in surprise and said, this Sir Alan was easy-going and did not look like a nobleman, and he didn't have the slightest arrogance. Edward, who was originally prepared to deal with it, was a little overwhelmed: "You don't really need to be like this, I'm just an acolyte." ”

"To my father, what is the difference between me and an attendant?" The young man's smile dimmed a lot, but he quickly recovered a little flustered: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this!"

"It doesn't matter, if it makes you feel better. A subtle smile crossed the corner of Edward's mouth, and he beckoned to the side casually to invite the young man to sit down, and said softly as if he was very curious: "Just now in the hall, your father seems to be a little ......."

"That's nothing, I'm used to it. Alan smiled reluctantly, trying to pretend not to care, like a truly proud young nobleman: "It's nice to meet you, Witwood—if you have a chance, I wish we could have a good talk." ”

"Just call me Edward, Sir Allen. If you need it, I'm here to help. Edward replied in a whispered look of understanding, the smile on his face radiating amiable.

Such a smile warmed the blonde boy's heart a lot, and he said goodbye to Edward cordially, turned and walked quickly in the direction of the stairs. Edward, who was smiling and waving, did not put away his smile until the other party's figure disappeared completely.

The eldest son who died mysteriously, the second son who had the right to inherit but was not loved by his father, and the inexplicable enthusiasm of the lord of Kwyn...... The story of dog blood, but it is very dangerous.

Edward hated getting caught up in danger and trouble, but it didn't seem as easy as he thought he wanted to get out of here, at least for now.

But he doesn't seem to object, and even subconsciously wants to understand this qiē, and his incomparable curiosity makes him so eager to see the truth.

Yes, just like it would have been easier to get rid of the wizard Aiden, but he had to wait until he was exhausted to kill him, Edward longed to enjoy the process.

He was confused...... In this world where I basically know nothing, what should I pursue, in addition to living decently and like a real person, what should I burn my incomparably exuberant life for?

Thinking about it this way, Edward even envied the original owner of his body, at least the other party had a very clear goal, and now he can only continue along this road - even if the road is bumpy, but at least people can see the direction.

"Edward Witwood, what exactly are you looking forward to?" Looking out the window, the black-haired boy muttered to himself, "What exactly do you expect?"

The door to the room behind him was opened—and he heard the footsteps in the hallway. The young servant came in with a moon-white robe and a cowhide belt and placed it gently on the bed. Respectfully bowed his head: "Your bath water has been put away, are you ready to go over now?"

Edward turned his head, and his dark eyes fell on the servant's body without a trace of emotion, as if he was observing the guinea pig in a cage. The servant shuddered with fright, and his expression became more respectful.

In any case, this kind of life will definitely not be what you want. Even if it is to live like a person rather than an "object" or "livestock", a thing that is randomly waved and discarded by others, you can't stop.

"Thank you. Edward, who was strolling leisurely, walked out of the room, patted the servant who was still standing there, and said in a sincere voice: "Thank you very much!"

............ "Everyone go down, let me rest alone for a while!" The old man sitting in the castle hall waved his hand impatiently, and the knights and scholars who had been guarding him saluted and retreated, and the heavy oak door slowly closed. It wasn't until the empty hall was calm again that he leaned back in his chair and took a feeble puff of his pipe.

"I remember warning you a long time ago that this plant will pollute your blood and eat away at your sanity. The old man in dark robes and on a wooden staff strolled in through the side door of the hall, his voice soft but heavy, as if to reprimand: "You are no longer young, Lord Otto Kwyn!"

"If a person is old and doesn't have a little hobby, what is there but to atone for his sins in life?" the old man smiled bitterly, took a sip of his cigarette holder, and moved his gaze to the other party: "You're not here to persuade me to quit this little thing, my honorable bishop?"

"I'm here to advise a believer who has lost his way not to sink any further!" the bishop lamented, and the same sad look appeared on his wrinkled cheeks: "Sera is a good boy and a good knight...... But He has stepped into the kingdom of God, and we should pray for Him, not weep. ”

"I won't cry, I'll get revenge. Otto Kwyn even had a smile on his face, which made the bishop creepy: "I will definitely find out the murderer, make him repent, and let him understand how much a father can do for his son!"

"Forgive our sins and wicked deeds, O Radiant Cross. The bishop wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and prayed to himself: "When I came, I heard that you received the ...... A squire favored by the Radiant Cross?"

"Yes, his master, Tornir, is a worthy Knight of the Sacred Tree and a good friend of mine. As soon as he said this, there was a strange look in Kwen's voice: "You will say this, which means ...... Is that child really resurrected from the dead, blessed by the Radiant Cross, and returned to the world from the Starry Sky Divine Kingdom?"

Weber Alexander, a child, may not have been a qualified priest, but the mention of his piety was enough to put the clergy of half the kingdom to shame. The bishop's expression became kind and kind again, and there was a hint of pride in the corners of his eyes full of crow's feet: "He must have witnessed this qiē with his own eyes to be so affirmative." ”

"Even the resurrection of his death is obligated to report to the Glorious Cross Church in the capital, which is a miracle of the Radiant Cross - this needs to be shared by all. ”

"It's a pity that my son can't share it, how can the dead share the divine grace?" The old man's voice was flat enough to freeze the air: "Why, why is it not my son who has been favored by the Radiant Cross, but a little-known little attendant?"

"The grace of the Radiant Cross is not something we can speculate about, the world is impermanent!" cried the bishop, reminding the lord of his grief from the loss of his eldest son.

"Besides, you and Allen, don't you think it's too heavy to criticize such a child?"

"Having such a daughter would weigh anyone else, let alone her self-righteous mother. Otto held his temples with a headache: "It was a strict mistake to marry that woman in the first place." 'With such a family affair, you will also have a place in the kingdom, old Otto'—my fox friends have fooled me like this!"

The bishop was silent, it was impossible for him, as the local bishop, not to know about this matter, but the lady's family was too prominent, not to mention that the original wife of Lord Kwyn had passed away at that time, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with choosing a noble new wife.

Otto Kwyn must always be patient with this powerful lady, but he obviously doesn't like a child who looks too much like his mother and can hardly see the blood of the Kwyn family, so almost all of his dissatisfaction with his wife is vented on Allen.

Not to mention the sudden death of Sir Serra, Alan has almost become the sole heir to the Kwyn family!

Looking at the old man's cold and extremely calm expression, the bishop involuntarily clenched his palms - it was hard to say what Lord Kwyn was thinking now, maybe he was now suspecting that this qiē was a conspiracy, and it was easy for a grieving person to be suspicious of what was going on around him.

"How many people now know that Alan is actually a girl?" the old man suddenly asked, "How long can you hide it?"

"Aside from one of Miss's personal maids, as well as you and Madame, there shouldn't be any more people who know about this. The bishop shook his head, "Now it seems that it is a good thing that Madame asked to hide Miss Allen's gender - at least there are not too many waves in the territory. ”

"But it won't be long, Miss Allen is fifteen years old this year—in fact, some people are already starting to suspect it!"

"The only good thing about that woman is that she cares about her daughter. It has to be said that she made a wise decision. Lord Kwyn was clear that the death of his immediate heir would inevitably arouse the prying eyes of some in the realm: "It is necessary to find her a suitable husband as much as possible." ”

After speaking, the old man got up from his chair with some difficulty, and his eyes regained their former brilliance, as if he was looking at the Cun Zài hidden in the shadows:

"My enemies can provoke me, but they can't defeat me!"