The streets are quiet at night, and this quiet maple avenue is not as bustling and extravagant as the Silk Street, but is full of beautiful theaters, restaurants, or "elegant places" like rose glass, and at night there are only stars in the sky to guide the way except for the candles in the hands of the night watchmen and the fireplace in the fireplace.

Angela sat alone in the living room of the house, pacing back and forth on the clean carpet with her bare feet, like a child playing in a sand pit, but there was no happy or joyful smile on her little face, and there was only one piece of cleanliness in her dark green eyes that were as clear as water, and she could not see anything.

This house, in Angela's eyes, is masonry, paint, wood, volcanic ash, glass...... The qiē was built in a specific way and in a specific way, a large cage that required a little effort to destroy, just like Gratoni, a tool.

This is the world Angela once lived in, the people...... and his own "father", Aiden Hanan, let himself learn the world, this world is full of composition, alchemy, separation, reorganization...... Absolute precision, because tools are meant to be precise to be useful.

Angela used to be so eager to learn those things that only when she learned them did her father smile slightly, laughing and shouting things like "I'm a genius" and "This is my perfect masterpiece". Although Angela doesn't know what a "masterpiece" is, she must be boasting that she is a useful tool, right?

But Edward, on the other hand, showed Angela a different "world", and he called this sturdy masonry structure that could withstand the destruction of a heavy crossbow "home".

"It's only a rented house, but it's been our new home since the day and we're going to be here for a long time, so Angela you might need to be busy - I hope it's at least comfortable. ”

Angela didn't really understand what Edward was talking about, but in his description, home should be a "warm" place, a place where you don't have to think about enemies, bad guys, or troubles, just close the door and lock everything out without looking at it - home is a place where everyone must do everything in their power to protect and defend.

Angela had never experienced that feeling, but the girl still felt that something very important must have been, as if suddenly there was a black and white drawing of color, and it even made her feel terrified and uneasy, as if without this she would be nothing, and once again become an unneeded tool.

At least in the last sentence, Angela thinks she understands: she wants to fight to protect this "home", not to let the bad guys destroy this place, to make Edward feel comfortable here, this is the "role" of Angela as a "maid" - as a tool, it is great to be able to play such an important role!

"No one can break in, no one can break down here. As long as Angela is around, as long as Edward doesn't abandon Angela, no one can break into this room, absolutely none. The girl was barefoot, bouncing on the carpet, muttering to herself, her pink fists clenched tightly, her dark green eyes staring at the sudden fire outside the door.

.................. "Bang bang bang!" several rapid knocks echoed in succession, until at last they seemed to have given up completely, the fragile deadbolt was knocked open with a slight bang, and a knight in a blue cloak and a red-gold overcoat strode into the house, and on his chest was a golden eagle with wings spread, as if its wings were also burning.

Any Turinese knows this coat of arms - the Flaming Goshawk, the coat of arms of the ancient and legendary House of Marcherus and the coat of arms of the entire kingdom of Turin. In any town or fortress, even if it is the domain of a family, this flag will inevitably be hung on the top of the castle's tower, symbolizing the absolute rule of His Majesty the king!

In addition to this knight, he was followed by four sergeants who also had the royal coat of arms on their chests, holding a one-man tall tower shield and broadsword, and stood in a row behind the knight waiting for orders.

The knight glanced around the living room, and saw only a little girl standing at the door, with her hands on the door, staring at him with vicious dark green eyes, which made the knight feel a little amused. With a somewhat coaxing expression, he half-squatted down: "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, little girl." But we're just looking for one man, Sir Edward Witwood, who doesn't live here. ”

"By the way, in Lower Green Turn, as you can see, he is a member of an ancient family loyal to the royal family of Marcherus. The knight introduced himself with a smile and reached out to touch the girl's head, "Can you tell me your name, little girl?"

"Edward is asleep, none of you can disturb him!" Angela pouted angrily, clasped her hands behind her back and said loudly, "Leave the house, this is Edward's 'home', you are not allowed to come in!"

"I am sure that those who have the king's edict can enter anywhere - especially when they are on a royal mission. The smile on the knight's face faded, and he slowly stood up, staring indifferently into Angela's eyes: "As a maid, you have shown enough loyalty, so hurry up and call your master out - if he is not going to disobey the king's will." ”

Angela didn't even want to say anything more this time, and her cold gaze never left the body of this "royal knight", which finally made him refuse to wait any longer.

"Well, since this little girl is so persistent and loyal, then we will let her get her wish!" the knight sneered, and the two sergeants behind him immediately stepped forward, as if they were going to arrest Angela.

Angela's dark green eyes suddenly turned red, and just as the two sergeants were about to come over, they suddenly fell to the ground as if they had hit a wall, and fell to the ground with a "bang!"

The knight was immediately shocked, as if he had found a trap, he instinctively drew his sword, and pointed the blade at the little girl in front of him: "What did you do, what happened just now?!"

"Broke into someone's empty door at night, pointed a sword at an unarmed young girl, and even dared to let the guards do it. A leisurely and somewhat funny voice came from the stairs on the second floor: "You have really shown us the style of a royal knight, this Sir Green Turn!"

The knight immediately raised his head and looked at Edward, who was already fully armed and dressed in the costume of a knight of the sacred tree, coming down the stairs with a playful face: "Why, if I don't go downstairs, are you going to do something to the lovely Angela - maybe in your mind, fulfilling the requirements of His Majesty the King far exceeds the shackles of chivalry, what a loyal and good courtier!"

"You ......" the knight's angry breath almost didn't spit out, and he managed to maintain his minimum demeanor: "Edward Witwood, as a glorious knight of the sacred tree and a believer in the Radiant Cross, are you going to disobey His Majesty's orders?!"

"I will never dare to disobey Your Majesty, but I am simply curious about your identity. Edward smiled: "It's midnight now, the hills of Marcherus have long been under martial law, and it is impossible for anyone to come out, anyone who wants to enter the palace will be regarded as the crime of killing the king, dare to ask what your identity is?"

"How dare you doubt us?!"

"It's great that you can understand. Edward smiled quite gently, and slowly pulled the knight's sword from the sheath at his waist, "Now I won't let any of you leave here unless I can prove my identity immediately!"

"The glorious cross is above, this is simply the most shameless indication!" The knight's cheeks flushed, and the sword in his hand pointed at Edward: "In the honor of the old Turners and the great Marcherus, I will ......"

"If you're going to duel, I'll be able to do it now!" Edward walked down the stairs slowly, putting his right hand on the hilt of his sword with a blank expression, "But before that, you must tell me who you have been instructed to do. ”

"He won't duel you. A voice suddenly interjected in the tense atmosphere, and one of the guards standing behind the knight suddenly took off his helmet, and his face with a slight smile actually looked very similar to the knight. "Sir Green Turn", who had just been angry, also smiled strangely and put away his sword and stood behind him.

"I think you should explain it to me anyway. Edward's face was still in the water: "What the hell is going on, and your identity. ”

"In Lower Green Turn, as for the one just now, it is my brother and my squire. The "guard" hugged his helmet and smiled apologetically at Edward, "If we have offended you by our actions, please accept my sincerest apologies as I am here, for a friend has asked me to tease you a little when he learned that I was coming." ”

"Am I lucky enough to know who it is?"

"Sir Alan Kwyn, grandson of the Marquis de Minest, I don't know him very well, but my cousin, Lusen, has a good relationship with me. Greene Turn's smile was playful: "He asked me to remind 'a certain self-righteous squire', did he forget about him when he became a knight?"