Seeing the smiling and hypocritical old thing in front of him lightly divert his words, Nafario only felt the blood in his chest keep churning upward, so that his pale cheeks began to appear with a sickly flush, but he still raised his forehead nonchalantly: "Thank you for the reminder, but I only hope that those people can get the most just verdict, and not be manipulated by some people." ”

"The Radiant Cross watches over the city, and the flaming goshawk banner on the hills of Marcherus will keep all the little ones out of hiding, and no one can do such a despicable thing. Holard remained motionless: "And I believe that with the aristocratic dignity of these gentlemen, even if no one reaches out to help, they will be able to prove their innocence." ”

"Do you mean something?" Nafario's face darkened suddenly: "The ancient Brindish family used to be the legislator of the city of Turin, and we know better than anyone what those decrees are and what they mean, that is the spirit of the Brindish family, and where my spirit lies!"

"If that is the case, I would like to ask His Majesty Horace to resign, and to propose you to the post of Secretary of State, for the noble character and forbearance you have just shown are the qualities necessary for the office. The old man still didn't mean to stop: "Please allow me to apologize for what happened just now, a foreigner like me, who was not born in Turin City and does not have a noble 'spirit' like you, is really not qualified to love the position of power." ”

The pale-skinned middle-aged man was already trembling, and every time Holard praised him, it was as if he were slapping him in the face, and he could even hear the ridicule of those around him, and he knew what the officials would say about him the next morning—how aggressive Nafario was, and how tolerant and ungrudging the Marquis of Holard Minest was.

The old family represents not only power and foundation, but also the image in the public eye - when the Brindis family, known for their rigor and impartiality, is seen as such clowns, they really have no place to stand.

"That's enough, stop this pointless quarrel!" A young but majestic voice suddenly interrupted the two men who were talking, and Anson stood up from his seat as if he was very angry, strode between the two of them, and looked at the two of them with a very sad expression: "I don't know what makes the two of you so hostile to each other, but it's definitely not the right thing to do. ”

The people around looked at His Royal Highness the Prince who took the initiative to stand up in surprise, and it really didn't look like an eleven-year-old boy. Edward easily put down the knife and fork in his hand, sat on the chair and quietly enjoyed Anson's "wonderful performance", and even applauded ready.

"Marquis Holard Minest, you have been Minister of the Interior for my father for more than ten years, and behind that is absolute trust in your abilities and loyalty, and you, Lord Nafario Brindis, have slept listening to the stories of your family since I was a child, and the ancient Brindis family has given almost everything for Turin, and has always been the benchmark of morality and tradition in the kingdom. ”

"You two are important ministers of the kingdom, the pillars that support this palace in Turin, and the departure of any one of you is the most serious loss to the kingdom and the Marcherus family, and it will never be remedied!" Anson puffed up his chest and his voice trembled slightly: "But look at the present, the elder who should be deeply respected is like two children fighting for the candy in front of them, and they are noisy there, if the Dominicans see this way, they will definitely laugh at us for it!"

"What you say is true, Your Highness Anson. "Holard Minest's face was really apologetic: 'I am willing to take back all the grievances and abrupt words I have just expressed. If Lord Nafario is willing to accept it, please accept my sincerest apologies, and the Radiant Cross can bear witness to my sincerity. ”

"You are my elder, and I want to believe in your sincerity. Anson smiled slightly, and then turned his gaze to Nafario to the side, the adult's face had completely darkened, and even the little prince could see how tangled he was now, and his heart kept struggling.

But Nafario still pretended to be very solemn, and let out a long breath and bowed to Anson: "As you said, we should not be hostile and suspicious of each other, and Holard Minest is also an elder who deserves everyone's respect. ”

"If my father were standing here, he would have liked to see you two shake hands. Anson still looked at the two of them with burning eyes: "A handshake that represents friendship and trust, let this fight really end." ”

Holard and Nafario, who looked at each other, took the initiative to stretch out their right hands at the same time after a short pause, and held them tightly together. The entire courtyard of the flowing water resounded with cheers almost at the same time, and among the tidal waves of applause, there were also people shouting "Long live Minest and Brindis", "God bless the Marcherus family", "Salute to His Highness Anson...... The lively scene seems to be a holiday.

Nafario also shook hands with Holard, and sat down in the guests' seats under the guidance of the old man, enjoying a delicious meal with everyone. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at once - at least a possible disciplinary incident had been nipped in the bud, and they no longer had to struggle with choosing whose side to side with, no matter what would turn out in the future, at least the results for now were quite good.

His Royal Highness the Little Prince seemed to be a general who had won a battle, and sat back in his seat with a smile on his face amid cheers, constantly accepting compliments from the people around him, and it could be seen that Anson really enjoyed this feeling, the feeling of being sought after, as if the whole world was revolving around him, made Anson not only want to stop, but even began to be a little proud, as if all this was so real.

"When we get back, you must tell your father what happened tonight, and don't forget. While laughing, Anson did not forget to instruct Edward: "I will not forget your credit, if you need anything, you can just ask me, I will do everything possible to meet you." ”

"It is already a high honor for me to serve you as your attendant military attaché, and I dare not ask for any other reward. Edward humbly bowed his head: "Don't worry, I will convey everything that has just happened to His Majesty Horace in its original form, and I will never miss a sentence." ”

The little prince turned his head in satisfaction, but he couldn't see Edward's sneer - could it really be that the fight between Holard and Nafario ended so simply with such a few words and a burst of "intimidation", how could it be?!

This was only the first duel between the two sides, and Edward estimated that the Lord Nafario had arrived after hearing that Anson had arrived, in order to make a complete break between Minest and all the Turin nobles in front of everyone, and be isolated to the point of relying only on the Dominic merchants.

But apparently Master Holard was the better at it, and not only did he not get his wish, but he suffered a lot—if Anson hadn't stepped forward to stop the dispute, I am afraid that Lord Nafario would have lost his armor and fled in disarray.

But Edward was a little disappointed - as the old aristocratic alliance of Turin, is this the only ability? This Lord Nafario does not look like the type who can organize a dozen or dozens of aristocratic youths and riot in the streets at the same time, maybe it has something to do with him but is by no means a key person, there must be someone standing behind him, but he doesn't know.

At this time, the lights of the whole flowing courtyard gradually dimmed, leaving only a delicate five-pointed silver candle in the center of the courtyard - this is also one of the customs of the people of Turino, and the guests put down their cutlery and wine glasses, and waited for the "real protagonist" to appear tonight.

In the days of the ancient city-states, every Turin nobleman who had just come of age had to be alone in the dark, alone in a boat or on horseback, looking for the lights lit in the city of Turin at midnight and then returning the same way, marking the brave young man who had found his "direction" and "future" and overcame all the odds - Turin was much more dangerous than it is today, the forests outside the city were full of monsters and beasts, and the simple monohull boat could be swallowed up by the waves at any time.

Naturally, after 300 years, this ancient ritual has been inherited, but it has completely become a kind of ceremony, the recipient only needs to walk along the pre-laid carpet, go under the silver candle, and then accept the hugs of family members and the blessings of friends.

In the curtain obscured by the night, a petite figure slowly walked along the blue-gold carpet under his feet, and it could be seen that the figure's steps were quite firm, without the slightest pause, getting closer and closer, as if the stage of the theater had been lifted and fell.

The corners of Edward's mouth curled slightly, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little complicated, I don't know if it was an illusion or because his own intuition was too strong - he seemed to see the young man with a ponytail and a pair of big eyes smiling at him with tears on his face, and then turned away, brushing shoulders with the petite figure chasing the candle in the dark night.

Sir Alan Kwyn no longer exists, and only a young girl named Alan Kwyn is about to have the most important moment of her life.