"Viscount Edward Witwood, perhaps you can explain to me what's going on outside. ”

The Duke of Berion, who was lying on the bed, was a little pale, although his voice was still so gentle, but it was a little ugly: "Why are there four or five royal knights outside my house, and a whole team of 100 palace guards?"

"Oh, that's a good explanation, Lord Berrion Marcherus. Edward, who was standing in front of the bed, did not seem to feel the threat in his tone: "Because His Majesty Horace has sent his two children, your nephew and niece, Anson and Adele, to visit you while you are still sick. ”

"As for why it has to be so fanfare, it is naturally because of the recent martial law in the capital, in order to prevent the assassination of members of the royal family again, it is natural to do sufficient defense work for the two highnesses. Edward explained to the other party very "seriously": "What's more, if you do this, it can better reflect Your Majesty's attention to you, isn't it?"

"The defense work, and the importance of Brother Horace...... It's really thoughtful. The angry Berion's eyes became even colder, staring at the face that was still smiling at him: "I guess you think I still have to thank you, Viscount Edward?"

"It's not necessary, after all, this is all arranged by His Royal Highness Anson, and he is just obeying orders. The noise outside made Edward's smile deeper, "I just hope it doesn't surprise you." ”

"Accident?" Berion sneered: "It's not just an accident, it's just shocking to me!"

In front of the gate of the Duke of Berion's mansion, the originally wide road was already blocked with horse-drawn carriages, and almost hordes of Turin nobles crowded outside to get in, as if it were another market or a silk street.

And in the midst of these carriages, the flaming goshawk banner was hung. There were also more than a dozen palace guards standing around, and the carriage became the focus of almost everyone's attention. Even the guards at the gate of the Duke of Berrion were replaced by the palace guards, and they stood guard in front of the gate.

Almost early in the morning, the royal carriage with a complete set of honor guards came out of the palace with great fanfare, and went straight to the palace of the Duke of Berrion, before it was lunchtime. Half of the nobles of Turin City knew about Prince Anson and Princess Adele, who had gone to visit the Duke of Berion.

The nobles of Turin were all foxes with a keen sense of intrigue and information, and they immediately sniffed out a lot of important things from this matter, especially when it came to the two Highnesses, who rarely let his two children come into contact with the outside, and only a few of the few people around him had regular contact with the two Highnesses, and such a precious opportunity could not help but cherish them all the more.

So when the two of them arrived at the Duke of Berion's mansion, it was already bustling with people outside the door, crowded with all the nobles who had "bad intentions" - those who wanted to curry favor with the little prince, those who wanted to curry favor with the Duke of Berrion. Or maybe they had a plot against Her Royal Highness Princess Adele, who was still young, and almost all of them came.

Seeing so many bustling aristocrats, the little prince was very excited, and even his originally sullen expression became much more hearty. After hearing that the Duke of Barrion had not woken up until now, Anson, who had no liking for this uncle, immediately handed over the rest to Edward - especially after remembering that the other party was still the Duke of Hantu City, he did not have much affection for this uncle.

On the contrary, Princess Adele showed a sad and regretful expression after the other party told her about this, and handed over the gift she had prepared to Gavin Brindis, the attendant who had been in charge of taking care of the duke.

For Anson. It was a great opportunity to show himself and make himself known to as many nobles as possible - he wanted to make himself known to the old-fashioned Turin aristocracy. Get to know the future heir of the kingdom, instead of always thinking of the Duke of Berrion, who almost died, as the lord they need to serve.

But for Berion, it wasn't so pleasing to him - the reason he hid in his home was to avoid the focus of the turmoil and keep himself away from it. At the same time, I also hope to take the opportunity to see which people are really in their camp and which ones are ill-intentioned.

He had been away from the city of Turin for many, many years. The more times like these, the more important it is to be cautious - but apparently not everyone thinks that way.

"Edward Witwood, do you think I really don't know anything about what you want to do?" Berion's expression was very ugly: "I used to think that you would be my most determined friend, don't let me have too many doubts about this kind of thing, otherwise the end will not be something you can bear!"

"I am immensely honored by your friendship, but please also have your trust in me. Edward bowed his head slightly. The smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest: "As the attendant military attache of His Royal Highness Anson, it is my mission to serve the prince. ”

The atmosphere in the room was a little tense, and there was even a drastic change from when I was in the café only a few days ago - like a pierced window paper, seeing the true nature of the other party.

"You must find those Assassins - not just for me, but for yourself, and don't forget that we are all on the same side. After a brief silence, Barrion decided to keep his bearings, at least for now, he still needed the damned Edward: "I can tolerate your rudeness to me in the course of your duty to serve Anson, but I hope you will give him wiser advice next time." ”

"And don't forget that in the Kingdom of Turin, it's not just the eldest son who has the right to inherit. Glancing at Edward deeply, the Duke of Berion beckoned to Gavin at the door: "Go and see Viscount Edward off, I need to rest." ”

"Yes. ”

Jiawen, who also had a bad face, stepped forward, opened the door for Edward respectfully, and glanced at him with a cold face: "Please come with me, Lord Edward." ”

Edward, bowing slightly, turned to leave, closed the door, and walked out of the bedroom after Gavin. Subconsciously looked around, the corridor and courtyard were empty, and even the guards couldn't find one.

"What are you looking at?" asked Gavin as he turned his head and walked towards Edward, "Is there something wrong around here?"

"No, it's just a little emotional. Edward smiled slightly, and looked at the attendant, who was always full of vigilance against him: "It seems that the Duke of Barrion really trusts you very much, there is not even a single figure around the bedroom, and you are the only one who can walk into the Duke's bedroom." ”

"It's natural, it's just a normal means of defence—whether it's a servant or a guard, it's all for money, and certainly not worthy of too much trust. Gavin said in a natural tone: "Only the nobles of Turin, who truly have a sense of honor, are worthy of entrusting their oaths, just like my father Nafario Brindisi!"

"So, you suggested this defensive measure?"

"Faithful servants naturally give the most loyal advice. Jia Wen replied coldly: "At the same time, please allow me to give you the best advice - don't try to cheat in front of the Duke, or live up to that precious trust, because you can't afford it, you should be grateful to Dade for being able to get the favor of the Lord!"

"Don't take yourself too seriously—the gap between you and the Duke is very different, and some noble ladies may call your battle in Bright Star City a hero, but in that case, the Duke has already faced it hundreds, thousands of times!"

"And I am very grateful for this trust, to be able to stand in the same alliance as the Duke of Barrion. Edward nodded, "Or, not having to face an enemy like the Duke of Barrion is the luckiest thing I can imagine!" (to be continued......)