When the sun had already spread the bells of the Glorious Cross to half of Turin, the heavy gates slowly opened in the sound of the trumpets day after day, and the soldiers of the capital guards in armor standing on both sides of the gate shivered and yawned in the cold wind of the early morning, but they did not dare to slack off at all, and appeared at their posts early.

If it had been before, these lazy fellows would not have come out so early, but the current situation in Turin City has deprived them of this opportunity - Commander Glynn Turn, Berion Marcherus has been appointed Minister of the Seal, and neither of these two adults is seriously dissatisfied with the current situation in Turin, and not even one dares to be absent from work.

Even though it was so early in the morning, the south gate was so deserted that not even a bird could be seen—the merchants and the nobles who had come from outside would not enter the city until noon. Only a fool would look at the cosy inn of the King's Bridge and set up camp in the middle of nowhere, waiting to come early the next day.

A few guards standing on the guard tower of the city wall couldn't help but complain, but they only dared to complain two words - those who were willing to join the capital garrison were either poor ghosts or vagabonds, and occasionally they could see a few low-level nobles with mixed qualifications among the commanders, usually the second son or illegitimate son who had no inheritance, so they did not dare to risk losing their jobs.

But just when a few people were still muttering, on the "Road of Glory" in the distance, there was really a small convoy slowly moving towards this side, and it seemed that it was still some noble lord from a foreign country, ready to visit relatives in the capital. But when you look at the heraldic banner clearly. The guards were stunned for a moment.

"The red radiant cross on top of the black background - what kind of background does this old man look like?"

Nevertheless. But when the convoy was approaching. A few guards raised the iron gate in some haste, and carried out their task with all their might, slowly unveiling the city of Turin, which had awakened from the early morning.

The horse's hooves made a steady crunch on the bluestone slab, and Edward Witwood on the horse raised his head and gazed appreciatively in front of the delicate relief of the Arc de Triomphe—not the first time he had admired it, but the familiar illusion made him feel an unparalleled attachment.

It's the same as last time, except that this time it's his wife sitting in the carriage...... Edward, draped in a dark cloak, glanced behind him. Alan, who was obviously still a little tired, had already poked his head out and looked around like a child, her maid and Angela were in the carriage with her, Webber still chose to walk like last time, and little Goodwin, because he could not ride a horse, had to let Ludwig take him, as if he was going to be killed at any moment.

Somehow, Edward, who saw these scenes, suddenly had some melancholy and aftertaste...... The familiar scene, the one that had before he died and was "resurrected", something like that.

I am no longer the original self, no longer cumin. A little squire who doesn't care, but has a title. Fiefdoms, vassals and families, these things that are really related to this world, and of course there are more important things than all this, that is......

"Excuse me, are you the newly canonized Lord of Hornfort, Viscount Edward Witwood?"

A young nobleman suddenly appeared on the side of the Arc de Triomphe, walked up to Edward, the coat of arms on his fine dress was the same as his appearance, Edward felt a sense of déjà vu, stood in front of his horse and bowed slightly, and then asked.

"I just, what's the matter?" Nodding, Edward rolled down from his horse and looked at the young nobleman, "Maybe I'm lucky enough to know who you are—you look familiar." ”

"That's my pleasure, Viscount Edward. The young man seemed to spread his hands very relaxed: "My name is Gavin Brinndis, you can call me Gavin, the former Chancellor of the Exchequer Nafario Brindisi is my father." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to ......"

"It's nothing, my father died for the kingdom, and that's something I'm proud of. The aristocratic young man named Gavin said very calmly: "I am now the clerk of the Duke of Berion Marcherus, and it was the Duke who ordered me to come to meet you. ”

Berion Marcherus ...... Edward's face tightened slightly, one of the purposes for him to enter the city so early was to avoid some unnecessary strife and surveillance, but it seemed that some people were still skilled, to the point that they couldn't guard against it, and slightly disrupted their plans.

But in Gavin's eyes, Edward's brief silence seemed to be a little "flattered", and he raised his chin with a slightly smug tone: "Please come with me, Lord Duke has prepared a place for you to live in the capital, and there are also trained servants - the location is also in the area below the hills of Marcherus, and there is a very fine wooded garden not far away, which is very suitable for playing and relaxing in your leisure time." ”

"No need, I still have a mansion in the capital, which makes the Duke of Barion bother. Edward bluntly refused, with a somewhat embarrassed smile: "I'm very sorry. ”

"It's nothing, but I'd advise you to agree - it's also His Majesty's intention to arrange a new place for you to live, and you are now a nobleman of the kingdom, and you can't be as casual as you used to, and you have to take your identity into account somewhat. Jiawen's face fluctuated slightly, obviously not very happy: "That kind of house rented in a civilian neighborhood is not decent enough. ”

"What's more, this is also a valuable gift, and Lord Duke Berrion has put a lot of thought into this gift, and you will understand it when you go. Jiawen frowned: "Need me to tell your lordship, do you still have any doubts about him?"

"No, I don't think so. Edward smiled a little reluctantly - it seemed that the Duke of Berrion was not going to let him go easily, and seemed determined to make it seem that he had "a very good relationship" with him.

It is conceivable that when they live in that house, the Minest family will never allow themselves to maintain that kind of friendship again, and no one will know what will happen in the future.

"Edward, has something happened?"

Allen, who sensed that something was not quite right, poked his head out of the carriage and glanced at Garvin who was standing there with some concern: "Who is he?"

"Nothing, a ...... A dutiful clerk only. Edward smiled and quipped, "We might have to move to a new place, and it doesn't seem like we have much of a choice." ”

With that, Edward got back on his horse and nodded, "Lead the way, Clerk Gavin—I hope to be able to get to your place by noon." ”

"These kind gentlemen will take you there, and they will accompany you as your escort - of course, a valiant knight like you doesn't need anyone else to protect you. Gavin beckoned to the side, and several brightly dressed young knights rode towards him and gave a knightly salute to Edward.

"Finally, I would like to remind you that tomorrow there will be a very important meeting in the Throne Hall - the first important meeting in the Throne Hall that the Duke of Berrion has attended since he assumed the Keeper of the Seals. Not only the Duke, but also His Royal Highness Prince Anson would like to see you, so be sure to attend. ”

With that, the somewhat triumphant clerk turned to leave. The convoy with the red cross flag on a black background followed the knights towards their new accommodations. Ludwig, who followed him, saw Edward's contemplative expression, and approached with a smile: "You want to see someone, don't you, sir?"

"He can't use me to look for him, but you're right. Edward chuckled, the corners of his mouth crooked, "I'm afraid that guy is waiting for me where we're going!" (to be continued......)

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