Walking through the grand throne hall and the long corridor, and walking along the golden and red floor, at the end of the countless columns was a door that did not look very remarkable, but a long blood-red carpet protruded through the crack under the door frame, and the quaint decoration around it added a bit of majesty to the humble door.

Outside the door, there was an empty dead silence, and in the empty corridor, only one knight stood, fully armed and holding an unsheathed knight's sword, the blade of which was twice as wide as an ordinary saber, almost like a two-handed sword, and it felt heavy and solemn just by looking at it.

The big coat of arms of the black tree on a white background was draped behind the knight, but there was no foil in sight, and the big coat was not even enough to cover the shoulders of the burly knight, and it could not cover the hair that had begun to turn gray on the temples. And the two-handed sword, which was so large that it looked no different from an ordinary knight's sword in the knight's hand, as if his sword was supposed to be.

Mercer Kane, Grand Master of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, is the only one standing guard outside this door. Naturally, there was only one person who could keep him guarded, and it could only be Horace I, the man who gave him the glorious title of Grand Master and served him faithfully all his life.

Not just because he was once the king's attendant, but also because the relationship between the two sides had even gone beyond what a king and a knight should be, and it was slightly different from that between Edward and Anson.

If I had to describe it, I would say that it would be a brother - he taught Horace how to hold a sword, and he experienced the same grief as Horace from being able to become a knight. On that once terrible night. He also stood outside the door like this day, arching the helpless young man. Wielding that terrible heavy sword, he fended off one enemy after another, until dawn fell, and watched as he hobbled to the throne and put on the heavy crown.

Horace became Horace I, and Mercer Kane was still Mercer Kane - and today, decades later, he still stands outside the door and guards the man inside the house. It's just that one of them is already gray with gray temples, and the other is already dying. It is possible to leave this world at any time.

It is precisely because of this almost brotherly relationship that Mercer is very able to understand Horace's pain and various decisions - during his tenure as Grand Master, the entire Knights of the Sacred Tree have devoted almost all their energy to the battle between the Blood Cliff and the infidels, and although the Knights are still strong, their influence in the kingdom has also declined a lot, and they are no longer the grandeur of the regency kingdom.

In exchange, Horace did not have to worry about the invasion of the pagans in the east for decades, and apart from the wars in the north and the barbarian harassment of the vast lands, the whole kingdom was completely peaceful and peaceful, so that His Majesty had plenty of energy to deal with the conflicts between the local area and the city of Turin. Carry out various reforms.

Mercer Kane, standing outside the door, seemed to be able to see the half-grown boy he once was. The high-spirited young man, dressed in a somewhat wide cloak, stood proudly at the young Horace, his eyes as clear as a mirror with such determination and determination, and shouted the stirring oath: "Thy kingdom, I will watch—!"

The memories of the past did not let Mercer Kane loosen even a little. After hearing footsteps at the end of the hallway, he slowly raised his head—the figure of the chief knight, Leonardo Gombray, came into his sight.

"What's the matter?"

"Can't you come if you're okay?" Leonardo, though in awe of Mercer, still smiled and asked, "Am I no longer qualified to meet you?"

"You wouldn't have said that before. Mercer couldn't help but laugh and said, "But if you don't have a reason, you can't get here." ”

"I've been somewhat affected by that bastard. Leonardo didn't deny it, but the smile on his face gradually fell silent: "Gaio Valence is back." ”

"He didn't go with the brethren from the East, but quietly came back alone, released the pigeons of those who had gone to welcome him, and made me have to explain to him what was going on, what a goddamn bastard!" Although he said this, Leonardo's expression was so silent that there was no wave: "He has already said that he was invited by Berion on the way here, but refused. ”

Mercer's expression also grew a little heavier - for the ostensible reason for Gaio Valense's return was only a triumphal invitation, and for the vast majority of Turin knights, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and no one could refuse.

But Gaio Valence was different, and if he really didn't want to be summoned by Horace himself, the chief knight would probably refuse, let alone triumphantly.

Moreover, it is even more strange at such an important juncture.

"Have you met him?"

"Not yet, I don't see anyone at all in this thing, and I hide like I'm pretending to be dead. Leonardo sighed and shook his head: "I'm afraid it will only be when he is willing to come out, anyway, there is still a week before the triumph, and he will always appear at that time." ”

"I hope so. Mercer was not much relieved by this sentence: "Leonardo, you know Gaiyo better than I do, and if he really wants to come back, it can only be for one reason." ”

Leonardo nodded, of course he knew how much Gaiyo hated the Minest family, it can almost be said that he relied on hatred to get to this point, which is absolutely irreparable by any force, let alone make up for anything.

At the point where Gayyo Valence is concerned, it doesn't matter what the hatred once arose - because it has become the backbone of his life, it is impossible to forget, it is impossible to dissolve, and solving the hatred with his own hands is the only way to get him back to normal, even if he may never recover.

But it is precisely because of this that Mercer Kane is worried that the **** dispute between Anson and Berion has almost reached a critical point, and any slight deviation will affect the entire overall situation. And this time, the Minest family and the entire Knights of the Sacred Tree are on the same side, supporting Anson with all their might.

"In any case, let Gaio Valence understand that the most important thing for us now is to protect His Highness Anson so that he can succeed to the throne smoothly - the rest, whether hatred or hostility, can be put back. Mercer's expression was serious: "Not only him, but the entire Knights of the Sacred Tree must forget their hatred for a while and work closely with our former enemies so that the kingdom can continue in peace, rather than being stolen by someone!"

"I'll do my best. Leonardo nodded, then smiled again: "You know, even the taverns in the East City can now hear about Edward Witwood's bastard boy - the story of his bloody battle against tens of thousands of barbarians in the Twin Towers Fortress is spreading everywhere, you are right, he is indeed worthy of the title of Knight Captain." ”

"No, it's your brother Tornier Gombray - otherwise he wouldn't even be in Turin. As soon as Mercer said this with a smile, he immediately shook his head solemnly: "No...... It has nothing to do with all of us. ”

"Edward Wetwood, even if no one shows up, he won't be obscure—think of the first time you saw him, think of the first time he appeared in Turin. The Grand Master of the Knights of the Sacred Tree's expression was full of amusement: "You will know that this is a 'miracle' that belongs to him alone." Where is he now?"

"Probably in the southeast corner, according to rumors, there are 300,000 blue wolf clans that invaded from the east this time, and His Royal Highness Anson has exhausted the entire army of Hantu City, preparing to fight them in a decisive battle, and this bastard boy is also inside. ”

"Then let's pray, that his 'miracle' will leave us stunned once again!" (To be continued.) )