When the starry night falls on the Hague Castle and The Hague Harbour, the joyful atmosphere is like melting candy, making the corners of everyone's mouths hang an incomparable smile, and there is a lively atmosphere everywhere.

Not only the streets and alleys and squares and churches full of people, but also the many low streets and alleys along the roadside were constantly filled with noisy celebratory singing, and groups of merchants of all shapes walked up and down in groups of lively people, selling inferior maltose and cheap fruit among the celebratory crowds;

Poor minstrels, who were so poor, stood in the streets and alleys to earn a few dollars for their drinks, and all the taverns and inns outside the port and castle were full, and the smiling proprietors watched as the barrels of pear, ale, and cider were drunk one after another, and even if they added a lot of water, they were still in short supply.

This joyous carnival seemed to be a celebration of the night, everyone was completely immersed in the surrounding atmosphere, forgot their worries and forgot their sorrows, laughed loudly with the people around them, raised the bottle in their hands and drank it all, so that the sweet wine completely paralyzed their heads, found a place to sleep in the dizziness, or found a random stable and fell to the ground.

In particular, there were many attendants, servants and guards from all over the south who came from all over the south to participate in this martial arts competition, which made this midnight carnival a lot more lively, and even the priests who were serious and rigid in the past took the initiative to participate in the celebration.

And in the midst of a crowd of celebrations, two dusty, dilapidated men entered the tavern of The Hague Harbor. After sending away the drunkard who had dominated the table, he finally had a chance to sit down and catch his breath. I took a break while drinking cider.

After going through a lot of hardships and dangers. Even little Goodwin and Ludwig Dorian, who had lost their way several times, finally left the uninhabited island in a longboat and arrived at the pier of The Hague Harbour - although it was several days later than expected.

Little Goodwin had seriously miscalculated the course, and the stormy weather had led him to mistakenly believe that the island was near the port of The Hague, but in fact it was an island east of Fort Hornhorn, and the two men sailed the only small boat at sea for three or four days before they finally figured out the direction, but they were met with a terrible storm. The ship was almost wrecked and people died.

When the two men had come ashore after nearly losing their lives, they found that the whole Hague Castle seemed to be celebrating—little Goodwin, soaking wet, had been stuffed with two bottles of strange-tasting ale, and Ludwig had sent three waves of "suspicious" and rather attractive ladies before and after.

Little Goodwin and Ludwig, who had no idea what had happened, decided to take a break in the tavern before going after looking for Lord Edward Witwood - what better place to find out the news and get a good night's sleep than in a tavern?

Luckily, it didn't take much effort for the two of them to come to the door with a castle sergeant who claimed to be Edward's friend, drank a glass of ale, and began to talk.

"Edward Witwood......? If you say that you are in Fort Hague, no one dares to say that you know him better than my old William!" Sergeant William, who had already drunk and his face was flushed, proudly raised the bottle in his hand: "I knew him when he was Sir Thernier's squire. Follow Serr Serra to exterminate the Dominic wizard in the countryside - even my life was saved by him!"

"We've heard about that, too, and then Lord Edward went to Turin. He also became a Sacred Tree Knight. Hearing this, little Goodwin nodded excitedly: "It is said that he escaped from prison alone and killed more than a dozen ghouls!"

"And that's all true!" Sergeant William burped triumphantly, and suddenly lay on the table mysteriously, lowered his voice and his eyes dangled back and forth between Ludwig and little Goodwin, looking at little Goodwin a little hairy: "So you must have heard another rumor about him......"

"You mean...... Lord Edward was resurrected?" Little Goodwin also lowered his head in fear, and Ludwig on the other side only smiled lightly, and he had to laugh dryly: "But that's just a rumor, right? How could anyone really ......?"

"That's true, I've seen it with my own eyes!" Old William suddenly became serious, and looked like a holy priest even though he was a drunkard, "Edward Wittwood fell ill with a fever on the night we were taken captive, and I need not say anything more about the wounds he was wounded, but wait until that night...... He was resurrected, inspired by the Radiant Cross, and his soul returned to his body, and all the wounds of his body were turned into strength, making the right hand holding the sword even stronger!"

"Sounds like it's true. Little Goodwin muttered, "I've never heard Lord Edward mention this...... Except for his clerical friend. ”

"That's right, Weber Alexander, a very devout priest, who I heard has also become a priest of the Templar. Old William shook his head with some emotion, and then took a sip of shoddy ale: "I have long known that this guy is definitely not an ordinary person, but I didn't expect that in just over a year, the original little attendant has actually become a lord, and he will soon become my lord!"

"Why?" Ludwig, who had been sitting silently next to him, finally spoke: "Is something big happening at Fort Hague today?"

"Don't you all know?" Old William looked at the two of them in surprise: "Tournament, there is no one in the whole Hague Fort who does not know, Edward actually defeated Sir Ellert of the Millar family, and made him convince himself to admit defeat - this matter has immediately spread throughout the south, haven't you heard anyone talk about it?"

"You must know that Lord Otto only has such an heir as Miss Allen, and the Hague Castle will definitely be Edward's in the future, and then he will be the lord of the two territories of The Hague Fort and the Horn Fort, that is, my lord lord, it is really the arrangement of the Glorious Cross, why hasn't my old William encountered such a good thing, is it because I am not pious enough......"

Old William was still muttering, and Ludwig and Little Goodwin glanced at each other, and then chuckled: "Looks like we've missed a lot of things." ”

"Shall we go to the castle now?" asked little Goodwin, "Lord Edward must be there." ”

"Do you really think so?" Ludwig asked rhetorically, "perhaps you should be more wary of me as an 'uninvited guest' - if I am really the killer who came to assassinate Viscount Edward Witwood." ”

"How can a killer admit to being a killer?"

Little Goodwin still had a little guard in his eyes - Ludwig's purpose was to meet Lord Edward, but the more this happened, the more Little Goodwin could not really feel at ease, because he was not sure if the other party was really not bribed by the Minnest family and intended to kill Edward.

If that's the case, what he did before was just to deceive his trust, or to use his identity to convince Lord Edward that he was really loyal - little Goodwin, who was extremely entangled in his heart, didn't even want to continue thinking about it, after all, even if the other party really had such a purpose, he couldn't stop it now.

"Edward, why are you?" Just as the two of them were staring at each other, full of thoughts, old William, who was sitting next to him, suddenly pointed to the door and shouted, and then fell groggily on the table, and fell asleep full of alcohol.

"Lord Edward?!" Little Goodwin turned his head suddenly, but he didn't see any figure, and before he thought it was just old William getting drunk, a familiar figure was already sitting beside him, holding the wine glass on the table and smiling softly: "Maybe you can explain it to me - you seem to have a lot to say to me." (To be continued......)