The fastest thing in this world is rumors, and if there is anything more powerful than rumors...... That's a rumor that some people are fueling, even deliberately, and can even spread through all the streets and alleys overnight like a monsoon.

The heir to the Kwain family became the much-anticipated flower girl overnight, and then challenged all the Turin nobles in public at her own coming-of-age banquet, beating one famous family after another into mud and losing all face, and at such a moment of "crisis", a young knight stepped forward and fought fiercely with the maiden as the military attache of His Royal Highness the Prince, and then won the victory in a very chivalric manner, and then quickly left.

In this way, the plot that can only be read in the legendary story actually appeared alive around him, and the city of Turin began to boil, and everyone who attended the banquet that night immediately made a meaningful expression after meeting: "Do you remember that Miss Allen last night......

If the night before, Alan Kwyn had been the daughter of a country lord, but now she was at the forefront of the capital—her unique costumes, her swordsmanship, and, most importantly, her dancing duel with Sir Edward, the military attaché, who made her famous.

By the next morning, all sorts of courtships and invitations had filled the cracks of Minest's door, but people were still bringing them in, and the whole thing turned into a farce, and even the royal palace was talking about the bizarre story.

“...... So our Sir Edward is already famous?" Horace, who was sitting in his chair, listened with some amusement as he listened to the whole story of Glynn Turn, and patted his daughter Adele on the head with his right hand: "I didn't expect him to be so capable. ”

"That's right, but the most eye-catching thing is His Highness Anson's performance, which surprised almost everyone. Green said with a relaxed face behind his back, "It's far beyond everyone's imagination, you should really look at Lord Nafarion's expression at that time, it's really wonderful." ”

"That would be a pity. Horace pursed his lips and smiled: "It seems that Mercer Kane is not wrong, Edward is indeed a very good squire military attaché, where is he now?"

"Oh...... And he was outside the door, waiting to plead guilty. Green's face twitched, and he almost laughed out loud: "After making such a big deal, it is obvious that our Sacred Tree Knight, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, now understands that he has made a mistake that cannot be easily revealed, do you need me to call him?"

"No, let Adele call him, my dear daughter has something to talk to about this guy too. Horace lowered his head and stroked his daughter's head with his gentle palm: "Adele, what do you say?"

"I don't want it!" the sulking little princess muttered and twisted her head away: "Why can Anson go to such an interesting place and watch fireworks, and leave the family alone at home." ”

"But I think the poor squire attache has probably repented, and now go and call him in. Horace was relieved, "I have something important to talk to him, can I do your father a favor?"

The little princess, whose face was bulging with anger, nodded, stood up and walked towards the door. Horace glanced at Green, who was beside him, and the commander immediately understood, and left the room through the back door with a slight smile.

It didn't take long for Edward, who looked embarrassed, to walk in cautiously, and that nervous look made Horace couldn't help but show a strange smile: "Why, Sir Edward Wittwood, who showed his might at the banquet, would he still be afraid of me as an old and unarmed fellow?"

"Any Turinese man would be in awe of his king, Your Majesty Horace. Walking in with his hands behind his back, Edward slowly returned to normal, and bent down slightly: "But my apology just now is not for last night's incident. I didn't instigate His Highness Anson to say anything, I just told him to imagine how his father would have dealt with that kind of situation. ”

Of course, Edward would not admit that Anson had taught him what he had taught him - this kind of crime was too heinous, with or without it, at least he could never say it.

"Oh, is it?" Horace smiled, as if he had seen through his thoughts, and his soft but extremely determined gaze slowly observed Edward's expression, "Then why do you want to apologize to me?"

"Alan Kwyn's true identity, I knew it from the beginning. The corners of Edward's mouth twitched slightly, and then replied without changing his face: "And you are right, I also proposed to attend the banquet at the Minest family with a purpose, and now the goal has been achieved." ”

"For what purpose?"

"Don't let the Minests take Alan Kwyn into their possession and take control of Fort Hague's territory. Edward's face was calm, and he said in 1510: "They have been laying out this plan since sixteen years ago, maybe even earlier—but it doesn't work anymore. ”

“...... Do you know that this is a very serious accusation, and what kind of terrible consequences it will lead to if it is made public?" Horace finally stopped smiling, and his expression was almost calm: "And you will have an extremely terrible enemy, which is not a good thing in Turin City. ”

"Behind me are the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and the just King, and I have nothing to fear with you sitting there. Edward bowed down respectfully: "If you want to punish me, I'm mentally prepared." ”

"Punish you? huh...... You're right, I ought to punish you for daring to trick me and my son into your ends, to deceive the trust of the Marcheurus family—and for that alone I should have you beheaded!" Horace's tone was cold and slow: "Do you have any last words you want to say?"

"......" slowly straightened up, and Edward, whose eyes were determined, looked at Horace very quickly and solemnly: "This is only my short life, but all promises will be fulfilled." ”

“...... That's right, this kind of words are very suitable for an epitaph to be engraved on your grave. Horace looked at Edward with a blank face: "Did Nafario Brindisi tell you that I won't kill you if I just say that?"

"No, I just thought of it. Edward snorted, "And to be precise, I only found out about this lord's existence last night, and I had never heard of this name before - I was not a loyal fan of this lord at all, in fact I offended him not long ago, and a member of the Frese family, a supporter of this lord, was sent to a cell by my own hands." ”

Sighing softly, Horace slowly got up from his chair, supported his body with crutches very hard, and patted Edward's shoulder with his left hand: "You have proved your loyalty, and your abilities, and the most important thing is that Anson can not do without you now, and I want to see him become a good knight." ”

"I'll take Anson with me for the next meeting, and you can take it with you. Horace gently pressed Edward's shoulder: "I have given you enough trust, but these are not gifts or rewards, you need to show enough to continue to prove that I am not wrong." ”

"I'll prove it to you, to the best of my ability. Edward nodded silently, then turned and walked out the door—knowing he had won the bet.

Whether he says it or not, Greene Turn's must have already determined the relationship between himself and Allen, so it is better to admit it generously, but to achieve his own goal - to make Horace truly believe in himself.

Not far from the palace, Edward saw the little boy of the Blood Flag Brotherhood again, hiding behind the garbage heap in the alley with a tattered hood with an indifferent expression, and it seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Chief Marco Tasker is waiting for you, honorable Lord Edward. The boy bowed slightly to him very respectfully this time: "Please come with me, we must be careful not to be discovered!"

.................. "This is already the third batch, and the servants and guards in the house can't drive it away. The worried Lu Sien looked at the courtship letters and "duel letters" stacked on the table helplessly, and said apologetically to the old man behind him: "I'm sorry, grandfather, it's all my fault. ”

Holard Minest seemed much calmer, and even looked at the letters with interest, seeing that they were all from the families: "Your fault? I'd love to hear about it...... Why could it be your fault?"

"I should have known from the beginning that Cousin Alan would choose a dance partner this way, this is what she is best at and what she likes the most, of course she may ......" Lusen lowered his head, "But I was thwarted by my own ideas. ”

"What thoughts?"

"Until Allen showed his sword, I pinned my hopes on Green Turn's acceptance of the challenge, after all, there weren't many people to choose from, and there weren't many people who would be Cousin Allen's opponent, I ......"

"No, no, no...... My poor boy, you blame yourself too much, in fact, the problem is very simple, as long as you think about it a little bit to understand the key. Holard smiled kindly and turned his head: "It's just that we don't want to admit it." ”

Edward Witwood...... We have grossly underestimated this man's abilities. ”