"He refused?"

The delicate garden is filled with the luxuriant atmosphere of midsummer, the elegant fragrance of flowers can make almost everyone who walks in intoxicated, the breeze in the ears rustles the leaves, and the birds chirp far and near, if there is nothing, like the bard singing in the highlands, playing the lyre of this quiet day.

But there was not a single person to be seen in such a delicate garden, not even a single one of the guards, not even the servants, let alone the heavily armed guards, but Berrion Marcherus was alone on a chaise longue in the middle of the garden, enjoying a quiet afternoon.

I don't know when Berion began to become obsessed with this feeling similar to that of Horace - perhaps it is really only after sitting in such a position that he can understand that feeling, even though there are people everywhere but still inexplicably lonely, and those gossip voices have begun to become so noisy, people are extremely eager to be able to rest quietly for a while.

Only when you are alone can you feel your existence so clearly, not the guy who bears countless titles, faces all kinds of smiling faces and lowliness that are flattering or ill-intentioned, and carefully takes every step in the world full of lies and deception.

That's just exhausting. It was for this reason that on every quiet afternoon Berrion would not receive any guests, not even attend any meetings or banquets, even though he knew very well that the Marquis of Holard Minest would seize the opportunity to unite every nobleman who was disgruntled with him.

Let them do it, and Berion felt as happy as watching a bunch of clowns make him laugh - until the end, anyway. The clown on stage will always quit. If he doesn't want to. Naturally, someone will come and clean them up.

But now he didn't look so relaxed - his eyes were coldly staring at the knight of the guard kneeling there, and Barrion's mood was terrible. For him, for this guy Valence even did not hesitate to cover for him, sacrificing his rest time to entertain him, and then this is the reply he got?!

Arrogant!

This is the only word that can express the unparalleled anger in his heart at this moment - know that even this triumph was won for him, and without himself, without me, Berrion Marcherus, many people would know about your victories in the East. And how many people would take this for granted?!

When I fought thousands of bloody battles in the Hantu, lying on my stomach in the trench and eating sand, how many of these wealthy families in the city of Turin knew, and when I fought with the barbarians of the Hantu, did they know how many injuries I had suffered?

Without me, you, Gaio Valence, would have been a Knights of the Sacred Tree, do you think that with the support of Mercer Kane and the Knights of the Sacred Tree, you will have some status in this city of Turin?!

Even if Mercer Kane wasn't able to have a seat at the Imperial Council because of the entire Eastern Lords and Horace's unwarranted trust, otherwise how different would he be from the royal knights of Grimm Thern?!

The anger almost swallowed Berion's reason, and the red-faced Minister of the Palm Seal clenched his hands into fists. It took nearly half an hour for him to slowly recover—and after Horace's illness, the burden on his son as the Lord of the Seals was almost increasing day by day. At the same time, it is also greatly consuming his patience, becoming more and more irritable and irritable.

"What else did he say?"

The guard knight who was kneeling on the ground raised his head tremblingly, and saw that Berion's expression gradually calmed down, so he opened his mouth tremblingly, and said cautiously: "He, he said that you need to invite him personally, otherwise he will never come." ”

"Really?" Berion actually laughed, making the knight of the guard kneeling in front of him tremble, but he continued to smile and said, "Then do you think I should go?"

"This, this guy is so arrogant, how can you personally meet such a madman who has no one in his eyes?!" the knight immediately said as if flatteringly: "If it weren't for you, he would still be eating sand in the east, how could he have a chance to return to Turin City, and still have a triumphal ceremony - even you don't have a triumphal ceremony of your own!"

"Really?" Berion was still smiling, slowly standing up and looking at his guard knight with some sadness, his eyes looking towards the towering hills of Marchelus in the distance: "So you are just a guard, you will never be a man like Gaio Valence in your life, and you will not be the Lord of the Seals!"

Berion, who sighed for a long time, looked a little helpless, and didn't look at the guard who was kneeling there with a blank face, and walked alone in the direction of the mansion gate: "Let the servant prepare the carriage, and I will visit him personally." ”

"Yes. Although he didn't understand why Barrion said that, the knight faithfully accepted the order and turned to leave.

Gaio Valens, of course, didn't dare to do this out of hubris - although this guy was a standard fanatic and a cold-blooded butcher himself, and the Blood Banner Brotherhood in Pipe Town was said to have been killed by him, and although it was only a group of rebellious pariahs, it was also hundreds of lives.

He knew very well how much money he had paid to make him the next Grand Master of the Knights of the Holy Tree, and since he personally prepared the triumphal ceremony for him, he had already been destined to have no way to do anything else to him, otherwise what was the difference between slapping himself and slapping himself?

Now not only can he not hurt him and suppress him, but he must show him enough respect, and even do everything he can to make him popular, make him popular and scary, and let his reputation spread to every street and alley in Xicheng District, until half of Turin City knows the next Grand Master of the Knights, otherwise everything before will be considered wasted!

It was precisely because of this understanding that this lowly knight of the sacred tree dared to make such a request so brazenly, because it was impossible for him to turn his face on him now. That pinched this point, no matter how presumptuous he was, he had to be patient and satisfy this cold-blooded beast as much as possible.

This is like a debt - the poor who have no money will be forced to die by the creditors even if it is only a copper plate debt, but the rich merchants, who are obviously burdened with thousands of silver coins, no money lender will dare to do anything to them, because if the other party goes bankrupt, he will not be able to recover any of his money.

Now that he has invested too much in Gaio Valens, and even this guy has played too important a role in his next plan, it is impossible for Berion to turn his face easily, otherwise the whole plan will completely collapse and all will have to start over.

But neither Horad Minester nor that Anson's nephew would give themselves a chance to start over.

You can blackmail me only now, Gaio Valence, and when the dust settles, I will show you what a terrible thing it is to blackmail a man who is qualified to sit on the throne, and will definitely sit on the throne - I will make you worse than dead, and then I will make you look at all that you hold dear, your life-saving Valens family, how your nieces and nephews are worse than death, beg me to kill you!

Suddenly pulling open the door of the carriage with force, Berion, who had just sat in the carriage, saw the guard knight rushing over, and handed a roll of parchment to him as if he was holding a piece of burning charcoal, and his face was extremely anxious: "News sent back by the brothers of Hantu City, Lord Berrion!"

"Hantu City?" Berion immediately snatched it over, and his gaze, which had just calmed down, suddenly narrowed: "This is impossible, how is this possible?!"

That damn Anson, he actually won - defeated the entire 300,000 Blue Wolf Clan in Iron Cliff Mountain?!! )