In the face of Edward's inquiry, little Goodwin could only scratch his head, as if looking left and right with a nervous face, and stammered a little: "Uh...... Why would Angela know that I'm here, and that there's another person around? Why should you ask her, how could I possibly know that?"

"Really?" Edward smiled playfully, and little Goodwin looked even more flustered, which made him sigh: "My dear little Goodwin, you are not performing at the level you should be - I have the impression that Pierre Goodwin should be a sharp and clever little fellow, definitely not the fool he is now!"

"Please believe that I am absolutely loyal to you and will never lie to you!" Little Goodwin quickly shook his head, especially when he saw the increasingly thick smile on Edward's face, his head was full of cold sweat with fear: "Please don't doubt this at all times!"

"I never doubted your loyalty, dear little Goodwin—but loyalty does not prevent some from concealing many things that no one else wants to know. Edward looked at the sweaty half-grown boy standing in front of him, his dark eyes looking back and forth in the firelight of the castle in the middle of the night, and then rested on little Goodwin's neck.

"What is this?" Edward shouted suddenly, his pupils constricting suddenly, and he stared at his target—at the end of little Goodwin's neck, there was a red rune that looked like a tattoo, a nine-diamond shape in a circle, about the size of a thumb.

"Huh?!" Little Goodwin screamed in fright when he heard Edward's voice, instinctively stepping back to cover the position. was grabbed by Edward's arm. Trembling, he and smiling Edward stared at each other. I swallowed my throat hard.

"I'm guessing Angela gave it to you, right?" Edward asked softly, "That's why she was able to know that you were in The Hague Castle, probably a type of blood magic." ”

"Lord Edward, please listen to my explanation, I didn't mean to hide it from you!" Little Goodwin, who understood that he couldn't hide it, had no choice but to tell the truth, and pursed the corners of his mouth very aggrievedly: "It's just...... Just ......"

"I'm just worried that I'll hate Angela when I learn that she's actually a wizard, and that I'm a Dominic wizard, or do something really excessive?" Edward laughed in surprise, "My dear little Goodwin, you really don't know me - why do you think I'll take her with me anytime, anywhere, even in a place as dangerous as Hornfort?"

"You mean ......"

"To me, her value is absolutely immeasurable. And it's so important you'll never imagine - of course it all has to be kept secret, and genius wizards who know blood magic aren't accepted by most people in this world!"

"So that's ......" Little Goodwin was stunned, and he suddenly felt like a fool - yes, could Lord Edward not know what he could find?

Seeing little Goodwin holding his head there, as if he was feeling sorry for himself, Edward narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at his attendant with some incredulity, as if he had seen some very interesting experimental mouse. Very interested.

At least as far as Edward could remember, Angela should not have had such a thing as "feelings" - because they weren't needed as tools. Angela, on the other hand, has always treated herself as just a tool.

But now she had clearly begun to care about other things - Angela, who had created "Gratoni", would not have any interest in little Goodwin, but now the little maid had clearly begun to change, and began to care about the others around her, and would do such "superfluous" things, which made Edward full of interest.

Is this change a good thing or a bad thing? Now he does not dare to say lightly, but at least Edward is still looking forward to seeing this change-what will become of the lovely little maid under the "influence" of little Goodwin?

"You like her?"

"No, no, no...... Well, I can't say I like it, I just think she's too pitiful. Little Goodwin quickly shook his head, "You know, Angela is often alone, with no family or friends, and you are all to her - is this the life of an ordinary little girl?"

"Do you want to be her knight, then?" asked Edward with a slight smile, "Perhaps our little Goodwin needs to show his heroism once in a while and stand up for a certain lady." ”

"Lord Edward?!"

"But until then...... I need you to do something else for me. As if remembering something, Edward handed a piece of parchment to little Goodwin: "Give this letter to Sir Ellet Millal—in my capacity as an attendant, this letter is of great importance, and it must be ascertained that he can do it!"

"You can rest assured. Seeing Edward's expression, little Goodwin also became serious: "I promise with my life that it will be delivered to the hands of that sir, and no one will find out!" After saying that, he stuffed the letter into his clothes, turned around and ran out towards the castle.

Edward, who saw little Goodwin leaving, also strolled in the direction of the castle. The dinner had just ended, and the laughter still did not stop, and the drunken knights and nobles were still happily enjoying the afterglow of the night's joy, and the appearance of holding the bottle was not the slightest different from that of the drunkards in the streets.

After stripping off their satin robes and gold jewels, and taking away their titles and statuses, how much difference could these nobles have from the common people outside? Passing through the messy hall, Edward with a mocking smile walked up the stairs - even he was already one of the group.

As soon as Edward looked up, he saw Alan Kwyn, who was still wearing a long dress, standing on the top of the staircase, holding on to the handrail of the stairs, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time. Slightly stunned, he subconsciously showed a slight smile, and was about to bend down to salute, when the petite figure in a long skirt had already rushed down.

Before Edward could react, the beautiful figure had already thrown into his arms, and then the girl with tears in the corners of her eyes punched her hard in the chest, and her teeth clenched and cried into tears.

"You're definitely the first one ever to disappear at the dinner party when the winner of the tournament disappears, right?!" Alan shouted indignantly with a crying voice, grabbing his collar "viciously": "Tell me, am I just so annoying to you, and I still want people to wait for you here, do you just want to see my disgraceful appearance in good faith, teasing people is very interesting, and it gives you a sense of accomplishment, isn't it?!"

"No, seeing you happy gives me a sense of accomplishment. Edward wiped the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes with an angry expression that almost ate herself: "You are the heir of the Kwyn family, the future lord of Hague Castle - what could be more honorable than to serve you as a little 'squire'?"

"To others, you are the prize of the winner of the jousting competition, and everyone will be eager to take this 'prize' in their arms, but I am different - I swore to you, and you have certainly not forgotten. Edward slowly and little by little hugged the girl tightly, but the blonde girl who was angry just now did not have the slightest intention of resisting, everything seemed to go with the flow: "Victory for you is what I am proud of!"

"...... you" Allen, who was flushed, was just about to say something, when he saw another figure come out from under the stairs, and his blue eyes grew all of a sudden.

"Father?!" (To be continued......