What a noble man would have the newly appointed Commander, Sir Greene Turn, personally escort him? Obviously, this question does not need to be answered. Edward said with some self-deprecation that he should have known when he saw the flaming goshawk crest on the carriage.

The carriage door was pushed open, but it was not a great man who came out, a boy of eleven or twelve years old at most, with a baby-fat immaturity on his cheeks, stubborn lips almost only one layer thin, and the look in his eyes as if he was not lost to anyone, but it could not hide his small size.

A golden-red long-sleeved robe with a back hem, a black belt with pure gold buttons, a small cowhide boot inlaid with gold thread, and a glorious cross necklace around his neck inlaid with a crystal clear diamond-shaped crystal, which was really dazzling in the sun—such a luxurious outfit almost made his identity self-evident.

Edward glanced at Green Turn, who was beside him, then took a few steps forward, bent down slightly towards the "little adult", saluted behind his right hand, and smiled slightly: "Edward Witwood, Knights of the Sacred Tree, Salutes you, Your Highness Anson Marcherus!"

"Glorious Cross, you are amazing!" However, the "Royal Highness the Prince" didn't seem to hear what Edward was just saying, and there was a little surprise in his immature voice, as if he was particularly surprised, and walked towards Edward: "I just saw it all clearly - you actually beat them all away by yourself!"

"It's not like a proper knighthood, but it's really powerful, I like it!" Anson nodded as he said, "Is your name Edward Witwood?

"Probably the least worth mentioning. Edward replied humbly, "Compared to the other predecessors, I do not have a great name that is worthy of my title, nor is there a great surname that can be compared with the descendants of those old families." ”

"Didn't the Blood Banner Brotherhood be exterminated by you, I heard them all!" His Royal Highness Anson looked at Edward very excitedly, and even waved his arms excitedly: "You will teach me how to fight those infidels, and those skills you just used - my father said that you will become my squire military attaché, right?"

"It was supposed to be like this, but just now I seem to have done something very dangerous. Edward said, "The young master named Bernid is said to be the son-in-law of the Frese family. ”

Although in Edward's eyes, the non-threatening "intimidation" was not worth mentioning at all, but the identity of the other party was genuine - from Marco Tasker, Edward had heard more or less of this family, which was indeed an ancient family that had existed since the time of the city-state of Turin.

According to Marco, who also carries the Tasker family name, although these once prominent families have declined, their influence in the city of Turin is still very great, their family blood is like the roots of a tree buried deep under the land, and the relationship between them is even more intertwined, and they still have a lot of power in their hands to this day.

The other party has what he lacks the most, and that is the foundation - no matter how much he tries to get more power and titles, he is just a duckweed without roots, a newcomer to the capital. That's why he joined the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and was powerless under the persecution of His Majesty Horace, because he really needed to cling to these truly powerful beings.

"Are you worried that the Freeves family will retaliate against you for this, hahaha......" His Royal Highness Anson suddenly laughed, and replied very contemptuously: "There is no need for this, the descendants of their family are drunkards except for gamblers, and they dare not even return home, for fear of meeting a money lender who collects debts." ”

"This group of people only dared to say two cruel words and bluffed. His Royal Highness Anson crossed his waist and said vividly: "It is very different from the warriors of the Knights of the Holy Tree, just a group of rice worms with the so-called ancient family titles, eating and drinking. ”

"Your Highness, the time is almost up. Greene Turne walked over and said in a deep voice with a serious expression, "His Majesty Horace is still waiting for you to return quickly." ”

"I see. His Royal Highness replied with a flat mouth, not forgetting to remind the black-haired boy beside him, whose eyes were the same as his father's, with a majesty that was completely unworthy of his age: "I will wait for you tomorrow morning, and don't forget the time!" For a moment, it was indistinguishable from His Majesty Horace.

Edward bowed his head respectfully, and Anson turned around in satisfaction and returned to the carriage. The black-haired boy, who was just about to get up, suddenly felt like he was being stared at, and almost immediately raised his head to look at the back window of the carriage, but saw nothing.

Thoughtful Edward greeted Grimm absentmindedly, watching the carriage protected by several cavalrymen kick up a cloud of dust and head towards the nearby hills of Marchelus.

The black-haired boy frowned and shook his head, turned around and wanted to lead the horse, but saw that the door of the house in front of him had been pushed open, and there were still some Dominic merchants who were still in a state of disarray, with the little boy just now, and a woman with a tear-stained face and a messy hair.

They stood there and looked out into the street until they were sure that no one left the door and walked quickly to Edward, and bowed deeply to Edward very sincerely, and the merchant with an excited expression looked up at Edward: "Thank you very much, Mr. Edward Witwood, we don't know how to repay you for saving our family and my house!"

"It's nothing, I'm just doing what I'm told, and any of the knight brothers or soldiers of the Garrison Legion who see something going on here, will come and help. Edward just shook his head: "I'm just passing by, and I'm just doing it a little bit, not a favor." ”

"But you are the only one who has done it, and we don't see a single person willing to come and help except you, our neighbors, our business friends, and the street vigilantes on weekdays...... They all 'disappeared' and watched my house almost set on fire and looted!" At the mention of this, the merchant immediately became angry, and then pursed the corners of his mouth very gratefully: "You are the only one who stepped forward. ”

"You know me?" Edward smiled and changed the subject, "I'm sorry, but I've always had an impression of the people I've met, but you seem to be ......"

"It's okay, I just looked at you from afar at the King's Bridge, and you don't have to apologize for it. The merchant had a flattering smile on his face: "When you followed the Kwen family's convoy to the King's Bridge, I once heard a leather dealer tell me about your name and the decapitation of a wolf's head with a sword!"

"Ah...... You're a Knight-of-Tree now, aren't you?look at how stupid I've become, I should call you Sir Edward!" The merchant rubbed his hands back and forth, "Sir Edward, your great kindness, we of the Goodwin family cannot repay it, but if you let you go like this, even the merciful and just Radiant Cross will rebuke us for it, so please accept our gratitude." ”

As he spoke, Goodwin patted his son on the back, and the little boy with beautiful black curly hair, who had lost his appearance at all, walked up to Edward with a cowering and bowed deeply, and then handed over a bag of money with both hands, and looked at him very frightened.

"Then I'll take this thanks. Edward was not polite, but took it casually, and raised his right eyebrow in some surprise - this weight alone would probably be all gold.

"Sir Edward Witwood!" Goodwin suddenly stopped Edward, who was about to leave, with a hesitant expression: "I think you also know how unfriendly Turin City is to the Dominicans now, if only my wife and I can handle it, but ......" The man looked at his son with some difficulty.

"You're from Dominica?"

"No, but my wife, yes - you know, it's hard to do business without having some connections in the local area. Goodwin bowed his head with great difficulty, "I pray that you will protect my son—he can do anything, or let him be your squire if you wish!"

"The Goodwin Chamber of Commerce isn't the best in Turin, but it's definitely the best - we're one of the few with our own fleet, and we don't even have to rely on the Mineste family for protection. Goodwin looked at Edward with burning eyes, gritted his teeth and made a condition as if bleeding: "As long as you agree, you can take 10% of every merchant ship that goes to sea!"

"Even if you need money urgently, we can vouch for you in the name of the Chamber of Commerce!" his tone was firmer than before: "I only ask you to protect him, I only have this condition." ”

Edward glanced at him, and then turned his gaze to little Goodwin's body—the little boy had been held in his arms by his crying mother, and he didn't quite understand why his mother was crying, so he kept comforting him.

"Your terms are tempting, but I never take advantage of others. Edward tugged at the corners of his mouth, "But I'll protect him - send him to the Knights' headquarters for a while, and I don't think anyone will dare to storm into the castle and arrest someone!"