"It takes not only guts to speak out in this palace, but also incomparable courage - especially in front of everyone, to the end. Edward said in a deep voice, "Whether you succeed or not, you have at least fought, and I respect you." ”

"yes, I thought that according to your character, you would come over and taunt me, but I was a little disappointed. Greene Turn's face was smiling: "Like a joke that I can't do anything about it." ”

"I'll laugh at cowards and fools without guts, but I'm not going to laugh at a veteran who fights alone on the battlefield and is bruised, that's the most ridiculous thing. Edward shook his head: "What's more, what you are doing is right - not for profit or prestige, you are for the peace and stability of the city of Turin." ”

Green smiled and glanced at Edward, "If I'm really like you say, how can I be ostracized by everyone - didn't you notice that Lord Mercer Kane didn't participate in the Royal Council today, and Marquis Holard Minest is also on Nafarion's side, does this seem like you're doing it right?"

"I think it's because everybody is against it that you are doing the right thing. Edward and Greene Turn's eyes looked at each other: "You have made them feel fear - the commander of the garrison regiment who is completely obedient to His Majesty's orders and has no mercy at all, your presence prevents them from doing whatever they want, this is the reason why you will be excluded, they are afraid of you!"

"Edward is right, dear Greene Tern. ”

An older but very kind voice came from the staircase, and the two men looked sideways, and then bowed slightly to the approaching figure—the Marquis of Holard Minest, with a tired look on his brow, sighed longly.

"Sorry boy, I know how hard it hit you by saying that, but as Home Secretary I don't have a choice. Holard strolled over: "You probably think I'm cowardly, and I don't blame you, for I have a family to take care of, and I have to protect them, and they're in danger too." ”

"I understand. Green smiled reluctantly, but his right hand was already clenched into a fist, and the muscles of his forearm seemed to be shaking violently: "But I really want to go back to work now, sorry for my early retirement." With that, the commander nodded stiffly and strode away.

The smile on Holard Minnest's face faded as Greene Turn's departure faded as he placed his hands in front of him: "Then Sir Edward Witwood, are you ready to blame me for abandoning Green?"

"No, I think there's a reason why you're abandoning Green Tern, and it's obvious. Edward smiled and turned around with his hands behind his back, standing on the steps of the section below Holard, looking up at the old man, "I guess eighty percent has something to do with Alan Kwin, right?"

"I'm not in the slightest interest in your speculation, Sir Edward. Holard smiled, his chin lowered slightly and looked down at the black-haired boy in front of him, "I'm just feeling sorry for a rising star - Green could have had more prospects, but loyalty killed him." His Majesty Horace, even if he wanted to, would not have promoted a young man who was hostile to all the nobles. ”

"But I'm not Glynn Tern, I'm not that rigid. Edward said silently: "I will not be so easily defeated by others and fall into a situation from which I will never recover." ”

"I hope you can keep that confidence, Sir Edward Witwood, because many people often lose faith in themselves. Holard smiled, "Did you receive the 'little gift' I sent?"

"Not yet, but soon. Edward replied, "I wonder how much I have to pay for that 'little gift' - or what do you need me to do?"

"The price? no, no, no...... It's a gift, and there's no need to reciprocate it - I just want to make my sincerest apologies for a lot of things that have happened before, and I hope we can all be okay with the past, no matter what Lady Angelica has done to you. ”

Edward shook his head, "Of course gifts need to be reciprocated, otherwise there would be no word for 'return gifts'." ”

"I just want to help a young person with a lot of potential, and that's it. Holard Minest shook his head, "How can you believe what I say if we haven't been honest with each other until now?"

"Then let's talk about some honest questions. Smiling, Edward stepped forward and stood on the same steps as Holard and looked at the old man: "I must know what I can do for you, otherwise I will be greatly disturbed, after all...... You are too powerful. ”

"Oh...... You don't need to do anything for me, just do your job well and protect our Royal Highness the Prince and make him a good Knight. Holard patted Edward lightly on the shoulder, "I know you shouldn't have much affection for me, but it's all in the past, isn't it?"

"If I have time, I'd love to invite you to take a walk around the gardens of the Minest house and get some fresh air—you've probably met Lusen too, and there should be plenty of topics to talk about among young people like you. The old man smiled very kindly and said, "I will ask the family to prepare some good wine to entertain you." ”

"Then I thank you for the invitation. Edward smiled and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Holard's wrist, the old palm as strong as rusty pliers, like the hands that only a navigator can have.

"I know that the little wizard in the Rose Glass was killed by you, and Cortez of the Blood Banner Brotherhood...... You've provoked me again and again, and I'm not guilty of all of them, Edward Witwood. Holard said coldly, "I hope you don't forget this, for my patience has its limits too much - don't turn yourself into a monster like Gaio Valence who knows nothing but hatred and hostility." ”

"I just want to live, nothing else. ”

"Don't underestimate yourself, my esteemed squire military attaché, your ambitions should be more than that. Marquis Holard let go of his hand: "This dispute has just begun, and you still have a lot of choices." ”

With a somewhat mysterious smile, Holard Minester walked down the stairs very calmly, his leisurely and relaxed appearance, as if he had not spoken to Edward at all, Edward, who stood in place and fell silent, stared at his back as he left, and his brows slowly furrowed.

"Lord Marquis Hollard, I have one last question for you!" Edward suddenly shouted behind him, "Why did you choose to support Lord Nafario Brindisi, can you tell me why?"

But the old man did not look back, as if he had not heard his voice, and went on without looking back...... The corners of Edward's mouth twitched, it seemed that Holard wasn't going to tell him so much.

This is something that Edward never figured out - Nafario's hostility to the Mineste family was almost undisguised, and according to the Chancellor's plan, it would inevitably cause considerable damage to the Marquis of Hollard, but he still chose to isolate Green Tern.

This doesn't make sense at all, because even if Holard showed his favor, the Turin nobles would not be able to abandon Nafario and have much affection for the Mineste family. But the Marquis still seems to have chosen to do so, which means that he has another purpose, or some special reason.

"Looks like I'm really going to have to find a time to go to Minest's house. Standing alone on the steps, Edward curled the corners of his mouth slightly and said to himself, "Before things get too bad." ”

.................. The coffee in the cup had already been cold, but Allen, who was sitting next to him, was still unaware, staring at the thin sword in his hand that still had a gap in his hand, as if he could still feel the battle scene that night.

"I promised to fight for you, and that promise will always work. The blonde girl didn't really understand what that sentence meant, and she gently bit her cracked lower lip, her sore and swollen eyes, and slowly shed two lines of tears, her delicate body curled up, and buried her head in her arms.

When Ser Lawrence told Alan everything, the blonde girl shut herself up in her room without saying a word, carrying nothing but the sword.

Why is this happening, it's obvious that I've been used by this bastard, isn't it? Why can't I feel the slightest anger or pain, why, why...... Why are you so happy, so happy?

I knew from the beginning what kind of guy Edward Wetwood was, annoying, self-righteous and liked to joke with himself, but Alan just couldn't contain that emotion, and smiled indifferently, as if everything was under control, as if nothing and no one in this world could stop him - the blonde girl didn't want to admit that she just liked to see him like that!

"If you really want to go to him, I'm not going to stop you - but you have to think about what the consequences of doing so will be."...... ”

An equally sad voice came from outside the door, and the blonde girl's watery eyes turned almost immediately, and she cried out, "Mother?!"

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