"Edward Witwood, I know it's you!"

The blonde girl stood in the garden and shouted without hesitation, clenching her fists at the back of the departing figure: "Turn your face away, if you're not a coward!"

The black-haired boy stood still, slowly put his hands behind his waist and turned around, his gaze surprisingly calm: "Do you have anything to do with me, Miss Alan Kwyn?"

"I heard them all, what you said. Alan's expression was rather pale, perhaps because of the night, and he couldn't even tell whether the girl who would never admit defeat was crying or smiling: "And all the things you did, Sir Lawrence told me all...... Thank you. ”

"If what I just said hurt you, I hope you can be forgiven. Edward took a deep breath and said softly, "Of course, if there is any way to compensate, I am willing to do my best." ”

"You have to make up for it more than that......" The blonde girl slowly lowered her head, her shoulders seemed to be shaking violently, her hands clenched into fists tightly, and they clenched so hard.

"Miss Alan Kwyn, you ......"

"Why did you appear! Why did you ......" Alan suddenly raised his head, his golden ponytail and tears flew together in the cold midnight, and his right hand directly pulled out the thin sword, bringing a touch of silver light to attack!

The cold blade of the sword stopped in front of him, Edward stared at the trembling tip of the sword expressionlessly, the girl had already cried into tears, but she was still glaring at Edward viciously, biting her lower lip tightly, and Edward's eyes were so deep that they didn't seem to have even the slightest fluctuation.

"Why, why did you show up...... I have already accepted my fate, I have already made a choice to sacrifice everything for the sake of my family and my mother......" Allen's voice was full of tears: "Why...... I hope I'm going to strangle it with my own hands?!"

The delicate thin sword fell to the ground, and the crying blonde girl slowly squatted down, but Edward suddenly stepped forward, and some rough hands directly held Alan up, looking delicate and delicate but light as a feather, as if a little force would destroy this perfect work of art.

The girl finally stopped crying, her red eyes looked at Edward very aggrieved, watched him lean over, slowly picked up his thin sword from the ground, gently held it, held her palm and slowly held the hilt of the sword, and showed an extremely confident smile on her face.

"You will never lose hope, and I will not take it away from you - as I promised, as I once did. Edward whispered, the look between his eyebrows as if it were all taken for granted: "You will always have the right to choose, and no one can force you to do anything." ”

This is nonsense, of course, even if Edward had a purpose in sabotaging Lady Angelica's plan to marry Alan to Luson - but there was no need to say it, the cold truth was never as easy to soothe the scar as a gentle lie, especially if the other party was actually very clear.

Bright red clouds floated on the cheeks of the blonde girl, and the girl who had just been wronged suddenly returned to her original appearance, nervous that she couldn't even say half a sentence, and glared at Edward viciously: "You, you, you...... You're there to make me happy again, yes, Alan is so stupid and so easy to deceive, let you bastard fool all over the place!"

"Edward Witwood, I tell you solemnly now - I, Alan Kwyn, will never be anyone's pawn, nor a gift or a vase, I am the heir to Fort Hague, and I am destined to fight with a black shield and gun flag!" the girl blushed, but shouted at Edward with such vigor, and with a sense of confidence: "Are you willing to be my knight, and then protect me for the rest of your life?!"

Fear, grievance, nervousness, shame...... Edward didn't understand why he could read so much from the girl's eyes, but he knew exactly what Alan was expecting, and he was happy to do it.

"As you wish, my honorable Miss Alan Kwyn. Edward knelt down with his right hand on his chest, smiled and held up the girl's right hand, and gently kissed her fingertips: "I will always protect you, and I will never abandon you - the Radiant Cross will validate my oath, and this oath will last forever until the moment you lift it!"

The trembling girl put her thin sword on Edward's shoulder, and there were no stars on the cold moonlit night, let alone anyone watching the ceremony, only two pairs of eyes looking at each other, imprinting each other's figures and expressions.

..................So, you've convinced Edward?" Holard asked softly, "Promise to marry Alan Kwyn, and then inherit the title and identity of the Kwyn family." ”

"It's not me who convinced, it's Cousin Allen, herself, who has completely conquered that arrogant megalomaniac!" Lusen still didn't have any good feelings for Edward, especially after he himself had been "humiliated" like that, and he just wanted to say goodbye to this guy forever: "You should really see Sir Edward kneeling before his cousin and taking an oath - even if it was to pray to the Radiant Cross." ”

Holard looked at the somewhat angry and gaffe-like Lusen, but instead of much empathetic anger, he was glad - because of his excessive care, this kid rarely experienced what it was like to compete against a real strong enemy, and Edward Witwood would be a good practice target, spurring him to improve.

"Do you really think that it was because of the so-called true love, the so-called touching that made Edward accept your cousin?" Holard asked softly, "Or do you think that this guy doesn't know anything about the status, status, and the rules of the game of the upper nobles you mentioned, and his arrogance is just because he is unwilling to accept handouts?"

Holard looked at Lusen with a somewhat amused expression, and the young blonde youth gradually understood...... Edward Witwood, is a stubborn and loyal knight like Green Turn?

Lusen, who suddenly felt that he was humiliated, clenched his teeth, and his depressed face seemed to be a fish that was dehydrating: "Then, why does he still treat me like this, is it just because I said that I hate him and am jealous of him?!"

"Because he's Edward Witwood, and to anger you completely is what he wants to see. The old man couldn't help but shake his head: "It's really disappointing that you didn't even see this." ”

Edward Witwood, an arrogant, self-righteous, and insanely ambitious man, but also extremely sane and with a powerful heart that is always beating smoothly...... All the affection of this guy was just a cover he used to deceive others - from the first sight of this young man, Holard felt that he had seen a blood wolf, a monster that was extremely hungry but hid in the depths of the jungle, waiting for his moment.

But there's nothing wrong with working with such a monster, at least Edward has proven his own abilities than with loyal but worthless guys, isn't it?

"The reason why he did this was to tell us that he would continue to fulfill his promise and become lord of The Hague Castle, but never a vassal or vassal of the Minest family, a bold and very arrogant move. The old man said softly, as if to himself, "One day I will make him pay, but now...... We need this fanatic to deal with Venerable Nafario Brindis, so let him be proud for a while!"

"Venerable Lord Nafario is a fanatical patriot, but he is not a slick diplomatic expert, if we negotiate with Dominica in his way, it will take less than a month for Turin to officially declare war on that wizarding kingdom, that result is definitely not what we want to see, we must hold him back!"

Lusen nodded, he knew this very well: "Then grandfather Hollard, what should we do - now that half of Turin City has regarded Dominica as an enemy, if we are on their side at such a time......"

"Half of Turin treats Dominica as an enemy, but it doesn't mean that half of the kingdom sees it this way - the Knights of the Sacred Tree will not want to see a large-scale war in the south, so it means that the entire eastern realm will oppose it, and the lords of the south will also oppose it, because after the war, the kingdom will definitely increase taxes, and as an important grain producer, they will definitely not be able to escape. ”

"But as long as His Majesty Horace speaks, everything is nonsense!" Lu Sien's expression was very helpless: "This group of nobles born and raised in Turin City simply don't have the slightest common sense, do they think that after the arrival of winter, where can the kingdom recruit soldiers from, and brave the risk of cold storms and snow and lack of food and drink, take a ship across half the world to fight the enemy who are waiting for them?!"

The expression of the blonde young man was full of confusion and puzzlement, but Holard Misster seemed to suddenly understand something, and a smile suddenly rose on his increasingly old and drooping cheeks, as if he subconsciously stood up from the chair with both hands, and Lusen hurried over to support him.

"It seems that our Lord Nafario Brindisi is not as loyal as he appears...... Or rather, his loyalty is not in Horace's Majesty. Holard looked at Lusen in surprise: "He once told me about it, and I originally thought he was talking harshly. ”

"The flaming goshawks of Marchelus will rise from the south of the earth...... So that's what happened. ”