After enclosing Edward as Count of Tundra, the high-spirited Anson I rewarded a dozen more people one after another, and held a banquet in the throne hall - although the current city of Turin was quite ending, a sumptuous evening banquet was not a very difficult thing for the kingdom.

Of course, for the vast majority of people, there was a small change in this banquet - a certain chief flag bearer, who was still popular with everyone, suddenly became a rather unpopular character, and no nobleman was willing to come forward to talk to this "upstart", as if they had forgotten how much effort they had put into talking to him.

Naturally, there were still many unknown magnates from the West Coast and Dominica who were quite confused about this situation, but after a little prompting, someone next to them also left Edward's table, and the surroundings suddenly became extremely deserted.

And rightfully so, there is no one in the Kingdom of Turin who does not know that the so-called "Tundra City" has long since fallen out of the kingdom's sphere, occupied by a group of bandits and rebellious armies, and the so-called castle has long since been reduced to ruins in the war of more than thirty years ago.

The thought that the young "Earl of Wittwood" would have to go north with his army to fight the fierce barbarians and rebellious mercenaries in order to gain his own territory, the nobles of Turin, who had a little pity, could not help but feel sorry and mourn for him, and imagined for a moment what terrible situation would befall him.

The so-called Earl of Tundra City is just an exile with a nice title - the only thing that is fortunate is that he can still take his own army with him, if there are any people who are willing to continue following him. Truth be told, no knight would want to go to the north even if he went to the Vast Land, and His Majesty Horace had proved thirty years ago that the land had been cursed by the gods, and it was definitely not a barren place where honor and wealth could be earned.

The black-haired knight also seems to enjoy this kind of solitary "banquet". I didn't have to deal with anyone, I didn't have to deal with anyone, I held my wine glass and enjoyed the rare silence, the wine in the glass shook gently, and I looked at Anson Marcherus who was sitting on the throne and happily dealing with the princesses and magnates of the surrounding countries through the purple-red liquid.

It was he who helped him win the war in Hantu. It was he who helped him take down the Minest family, then take King's Port, and kill Gaio Valence - otherwise, all this would have been a dream he could only dream of, and Berion would have stabbed him to death with a sword.

And now what did he get - exile to the north, to fight with a band of barbarians and robbers for a territory that had long been in ruins. Not only themselves, but even the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion were implicated, starving and freezing in that barren and cold place.

If this is not a betrayal, then what is a betrayal - because of the killing of Gaius Varence. He was even deprived of the Sacred Tree Knight's qualifications, maybe he was right to support Berion in the first place?

"Why is it that you are here alone, Lusen and Allen?"

Smiling, Greene Turn, with his glass in hand, asked, "Seeing our Lord Earl drinking alone, he really looks like a real knight!"

"Genuine beggars are about the same. Edward smiled self-deprecatingly, "Alan has already gone back first, my dear little wife is not well suited to such a solemn banquet......; Maybe it's time to start looking for a bed mate tonight!" he said, casually pointing to Lusen, who was talking and laughing with a certain aristocratic girl in the corner.

"Really?" Greene Turn, who offered to pour Edward a glass of wine, "Aren't you upset?"

"Oh...... Lord Greene Tern, I'm not one of you who was born noble. Edward looked at it very sincerely: "Seriously...... You think of a farmer-turned-squire. How many have been able to become counts like me, to be truly hereditary nobles - I have been lucky enough. To be able to have the blessing of the Radiant Cross today!"

"And how many squires can afford the name Edward Witwood?" Green shook his head, "I already know from His Royal Highness the Prince, and he promised you much more than that. ”

"So what, I know that for a king, the controversy caused by the fact that a commoner-born squire can be made an earl is big enough. There's no need to burden Your Majesty any more, is there?" Edward asked calmly, "We are all loyal courtiers of Your Majesty, and we should share his worries, what do you say?"

"Of course. Green drank the wine from his glass, "And if you go to the north, you can also use your strength - no matter how much help you need, I will help as much as I can, and there must be many knights and veterans who still want to continue the war to join your legions." ”

"And Your Majesty won't restrict me?"

"In the name of my family, I promise you—as long as you can. Even if the whole of the north were included in your territory, no one would make any irresponsible comments. Green nodded, and his expression was slightly apologetic: "Your Majesty, I will go and explain to him, and I will definitely not let you be wronged in the slightest!"

"You're really thinking too much, how can I have any grievances? It's also a good thing for me to be able to leave Turin City, maybe only the battlefield is more suitable for me. Edward shook his head and took a sip of his glass: "I can be more comfortable there - I even miss the time when I marched in Hanland, I don't have to think too much, I just need to win one enemy after another!"

"So...... You're ready to leave?" Greene Turn, surprised: "That's too ......."

"Maybe, maybe I'm really a little impatient. Edward smiled and said, "Actually, if you really imagine it, it doesn't seem so bad, after all, theoretically the whole north is mine, what about the ruins of a castle?

"Then I'll wish you luck in advance!" said Green Turn, rising from the corners of his mouth and walking towards the other table.

Sneering and drinking the wine in the glass, Edward stood up and walked towards the door, until he walked out of the door and saw the figure he wanted to see the most: "I thought you had already left, why are you still here?"

"Because our most honorable Earl Edward Wetwood is still here, how can I leave?" Marco Tasker raised an eyebrow, "You must need me now more than ever, don't you?"

"My dear Marco, you may not believe it, I don't feel the slightest anger right now—Anson betrayed me, not only broke his promise, but also intended to send me to death, but I am just a little bit of citrus anger, only ...... Extrication. Edward's smile was playful, "Gaio Valence is right, I am so eager to be free, to be free from my vows!"

"Knights of the Sacred Tree, His Majesty the King, Kingdom of Turin...... From today onwards, I don't have to be loyal to anyone, and from today onwards the only thing I can serve is myself, and it's good to be free. ”

"Then it looks like you need to make a plan. The silver-haired wizard smiled and asked, "You need to find a new lieutenant general to lead the army for you, a new treasurer and a good enough person to assist you, we need more." ”

"It's not just you, we all need a revenge!"

"Revenge, who told you this is revenge?" Edward sneered: "The north is the beginning, and the Hornfort is the end - he snatched the title of Marquis and the knighthood from me, and he will repay it with the whole kingdom!"

"Lusen Minnest, Greene Turn, Anson Marcheruth...... None of them can escape!" )