3

Moning Howellt yelled and pushed desperately, but the stone gate did not move, as if it were one with the minaret.

"Save it, you're working in vain. Unless the dean was merciful, even the paladin would not be able to push open the stone door from the outside. ”

"Shut up!" Mo Ning turned his head sharply, his hands clenched into fists, and he made a gesture to pounce. His left eye was black and blue, his eyes were swollen into a slit, a wound had broken at the corner of his mouth, and his chest was stained with blood.

Simov shrugged and looked up at the blood-red sunset, a sign of wind. He couldn't help muttering, "It's going to be a hard night......"

"It's all your fault!" Mourning shouted hysterically.

His thin body was trembling, and he didn't seem to have the strength to stand firm. Simov felt that he had taken too hard of a blow, and he apologized: "It's my fault." I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it. ”

Mourning began to cry. He stood helplessly at the top of the minaret, twilight, the wind was loud, fear and remorse grew in his heart, and he was suddenly weak as a child.

The night of Bromin Island tore away the warmth of the day, revealing a hideous face, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the sea breeze howled against the minaret, scraping the face like a knife.

Moning wrapped up tightly and curled up in the corner, drowsy. Simov walked up to him, shook his shoulders vigorously, and warned: "Don't fall asleep, you'll get sick." ”

"Leave me alone, go away!" He's not as excited as he was at first.

Simov sat beside him and pulled out an oil-paper bag from his bulging backpack, which contained a large chunk of hard black bread and some sausages and cheese.

The smell of food came to his nose, and Mo Ning opened his eyes suddenly. "You...... Where did you get it? ”

"Kitchen. The dean couldn't tolerate a brawl the least, so I prepared in advance. Do you want it? ”

Mo Ning hesitated for a moment and nodded vigorously. Simov generously tore off half of the bread and stuffed it into his hand.

Cold and hard black bread, in normal times, Mo Ning disdains to look at it, but now, on the cold spire, the black bread with lavender and cheese is simply a luxurious feast.

The empty stomach is soothed by food, like a crumpled piece of paper, properly smoothed. The warmth spread little by little, Mo Ning's body relaxed, and he slowly forgave Simov in his heart.

"I remember that the fief of the Howellt family was in Flencsburg, where the knights were trained, why did you come to the Bromin Academy?"

Mourning was touched by the sadness, and he said resentfully, "Because I am the youngest son of the Marquis of Ignatz, and I have an older brother, Jeff Howellt, who is very strong, and in order to avoid a threat to his inheritance, he persuaded my father to send me to Bromin's College. Do you know what that means? Flensburg was never inherited only by knights, this is the iron law of the Howellt family! ”

"I'm not reconciled, so I desperately pursue Lilith, if I can win her favor and marry her, then I can inherit the title and fief of Duke Nicholas, and give Jeff a resounding slap in the face......" Mourning glanced at Simov, shook his head and continued, "Hell, but the person she has a crush on is you!" What a failure I am! ”

Simov comforted him: "Who can say for sure what will happen in the future, maybe Frenzburg will still return to you in a way that no one expected." ”

Mo Ning didn't want to talk more about this topic, and asked rhetorically, "What about you?" You are so strong, why did you come to Bromin College? ”

"Only the nobles and the rich are eligible to be knights."

"Why?" Coming from a prominent aristocratic family, Mourning had no concept of money.

"To be trained as a knight, it is necessary to purchase expensive equipment, three or four rotating horses, each horse will eat a large amount of food, the armor must be made to the blacksmith's shop, and the equipment of the servants must be paid, and roughly calculated to cost about 20 bulls, that is, at least 10 cattle ploughed by peasant families, such expenses that the common people cannot afford. Only Bromine College, which has low tuition fees, is suitable for me. ”

"Then you can go and be a servant, Alva was once Jeff's servant, he came from a declining aristocracy, and he was too poor to buy a horse."

"But he has the status of a nobleman after all. You must know that on the battlefield, the fate of the knights is largely decided, and they must have a trustworthy bloodline. ”

"But you're not a good fit for Bromin."

"Maybe." Simov sighed and put the last slice of lavender into his mouth.

The taste of lavender slowly spreads in the mouth, allowing every cell in the body to relax. Simov stopped chewing abruptly, and he squinted at the distant ground, faintly seeing a shaking black dot.

Mo Ning leaned his head out of the stone wall and said, "It's Leopold, he's probably here to have tea and chat with the dean, and by the way, see if we are frozen." ”

"Can you see his face?" Simov was surprised.

"My eyesight is very good and the dim light is not an obstacle for me. God-given gift, Jeff said I should go to the border to be a night watchman. There was a sour tone in Morning's tone.

Simov's heart moved, and he seemed to grasp the key.

4

Lilith sat at the windowsill and eagerly unfolded the letter.

It was a letter from her father from the outback. Two months earlier, at the invitation of the Marquis Ignatz, he had traveled to Flornzburg to visit his cousin Enid. She was Ignatz's brother-in-law and the widow of Isaac Howellt, who had been sick since her husband had suffered an accident on a hunting trip, suffering from illness and bad temper.

Nicholas first mentions Enid's condition, regretfully telling his daughter that she is terminally ill and will not survive the winter. The kind-hearted Marquis spared no effort to save her life, but even the king's imperial physician could do nothing.

In Frenzburg, he was warmly received. The Marquis of Ignac introduced his proud eldest son, Jeff, to the Duke from afar, and the heir of Flencsburg was a tall and handsome knight with thick golden curls and a good conversation.

Lilith suddenly remembered Mourning Howellt, who was completely different from the Jeff described in her father's letter, although they were brothers, they looked and tempered like strangers. Not long ago, he had a fight with Simov, and both were called to the top floor of the minaret by the dean, and the cold wind blew all night.

She retracted her reverie and continued reading.

…… They hunted on the shores of Lake Tatewea near Flencsburg, and the Marquis held a grand joust in which Jeff performed well, defeating all his opponents and winning the crown without dispute. It is said that even the king valued his talents and intended to make him the next head of the Silverwind Knights, succeeding the aging Prince William.

At the end of the letter, Nicholas expresses his longing for his daughter and hints that she is old enough to talk about marriage, and that Jeff Howellt is a good choice.

Lilith was at a loss, and she subconsciously folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope.

The son of the Marquis of Ignatz in Flundzburg and the daughter of the Count of Nicholas of Bromin, this is the right marriage, and what is Simov compared to the promising Jeff?

Lilith pressed her hand on her lower abdomen, feeling the rhythm of life. She asked herself in distress what she would do if her father could not accept Simov. Could it be that he eloped with Simov?

With her father at one end of the scales and her lover at the other, it was difficult for her to choose which was heavier.

"Simov, you're a fool, why don't you be angry!" Lilith looked out the window at the dense mushu and dragon's tongue trees, and said to herself, "I've never had the courage to mention ...... to my father."

The foliage and the murmuring of birds, the long afternoon at Bromin's House was nothing short of painful ordeal for Lilith.