The chamber of the Council had become quiet and deserted, and the Knights had disappeared, leaving only two old men with gray hair sitting in the empty room.

"Master Ealing, how many more crows do we have?"

"There are five left. "Master Illin is an old man of half a hundred, with a weathered face, two deep-set eyes, deep and bright, and silver white hair very neat.

"Send a crow to deliver this letter to the island of Xiaguo. Duke Philip pulled out a ball of parchment from his sleeve.

From his robes, Maester Ilyin took the paper, which had been sealed with wax and oil, and stamped with tricolored gemstones. As for the contents of the letter, he could roughly guess it.

"Sir, Brandt—"

He has grown up, and his destiny is in his own hands. "This is a kind old man, and his hair is combed very carefully, without a trace of messiness. But the silver white hair was still clearly visible in the blonde hair. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of time.

Jensen, Gavin, and Brandt, their identities are already sealed, and all Duke Philip can do is to do his best to arrange this for his grandchildren, and their fate will be determined by their character and courage.

"But he's only 14 years old, and he's still a kid. The black-robed old man was thin and haggard, with some deep wrinkles on his neck and some brown spots on his cheeks, but he still couldn't hide his worry and concern.

Philip Islam said with a calm face, "When I was his age, I was already the Duke of Boulder City, the ruler of the Golden Land. His voice hoarse with the grief he remembered, "You have been taking care of Brant all these years, he is like your child, you love him, you worry about him, and he also treats you as a relative, dependent on you, close to you." But we are all old, and we can't protect him forever. "In the wrinkles of the dead tree flows through the long river of years, on the yellowed skin is the afterglow of the sunset, how many glorious years he has witnessed, how many human sorrows......

Maester Ilyin nodded sadly. He didn't know what to say, and after a moment of silence he said, "If you agree, I'd like to write him a letter." ”

Duke Philip wanted to answer, but instead, "What are you going to say in your letter?" Each crow is very important to him, and he needs these clever messengers to deliver orders for him in a situation of crisis.

"I drew a few new drawings of shipbuilding a few days ago, and I thought it would be of all his help," he said, respectfully explaining to him. It took him seven days and six nights to complete these drawings. It was the only thing the old man could do for his students.

The old man gave him all his love, and all the qiē he did was only for the other party, and he treated Brant as his own child. If the old man knew how to use a sword, he would not hesitate to choose to guard his child's side, give him a bow, and he would shoot at every enemy who dared to hurt his child.

The old duke was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Write these two sentences in the letter for me," his expression was solemn and stern, "The Islamic family never submits to any enemy, and never forgets those treacherous villains. All debts owed must be paid with blood. ”

"Yes, sir. Master Ilyin slowly rose from his seat and staggered away towards the door.

In the stables under the walls of the castle courtyard there was a cacophony of neighing horses, hasty footsteps, the sound of steel clashing...... ，

The Duke of Boulder walked to the window on the right, the upper part of the window was a semicircle forming a trefoil, each piece of glass was inlaid with a brightly colored gemstone, and the lower part was four small squares of the same length, and the transparent glass was engraved with golden wavy stripes. He stopped, reached out and slowly pushed open the glass window in front of him, his dark blue eyes silently looking down at the figures beneath the castle.

The squires were holding a set of saddles, hurriedly putting on the saddles and stirrups for the horses of the knights, while the brave and noble knights were busy arranging their armor and weapons.

A man with shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes appeared in his sight, followed by a bald, green-robed Sir Lyon, flanked by several tall, heroic knights, rather than guarding behind the Earl of Golden Tooth.

"My lord, the soldiers are ready to go. Sir Bob hurried forward.

"Get on the horse and go. Sir Lyon spoke.

The Duke who stood in front of the stone window sighed, and there was a look of disappointment on his pale and wrinkled face. The hope of the Islamic family may only be counted on by his eldest grandson, Jason Islam, and his grandson, Brant Tyrelll.

A group of knights in robes and silver armor and steel helmets exited the north gate, with Sir Luke Ness leading the way. His mount is a tall and strong dark horse, and although it is not as fast as a pure snow horse, it has great stamina and staying power. The horse, called the Shire Horse, is the noblest of the horses and the heaviest of the heavy, weighing up to a ton and measuring 1.80 meters high. But under the majestic figure of Captain Luke, he is like a toy horse.

A procession of several hundred people slowly drove out of the city gates, heading for the gravel road down the hillside, golden flags fluttering in the wind in the hands of the standard-bearers. Gavin, who was on horseback, took the reins and turned sideways to look up at the towering castle behind him.

A pitch-black raven flew out of the towering tower, flapping its wings higher into the sky. It has a roll of letter strapped to its slender legs. The crow flies southeast and will fly over steep mountain peaks, vast forests, and vast seas to its destination, Shago Island.

After releasing the crows, he sat back at his desk, picked up the quill that had been set aside, and dipped it in a thick ink, and wrote on a blank piece of parchment the two proverbs that Duke Philip had asked him to convey.

When he finished writing the last letter, he separated a line and began to write down what he wanted to say:

Count Rocky Harbor, Lord Brant Tyrell, allow me to call you so, for you are no longer the obscure boy you once was, but a noble, powerful prince.

The Uttar Islam said that you have grown up, and your destiny is in your own hands. Even though you will always be a child in my eyes, I have to admit that you have to grow up and learn how to be a lord. I know that you have always been strong, and you will never admit defeat or admit defeat in whatever you do. In this world of survival of the fittest, as a lord who rules a vast territory, these alone are not enough.

Vain, greed, fear, pride, jealousy, selfishness, these lowly qualities are indispensable to a lord, and tolerance, sympathy, valor, justice, honesty, modesty, these noble and elegant qualities must always be remembered, and they are the standard for your own words and deeds.

You are a simple and kind child, but 'compassion' is a merciless trap, giving too much they say you are weak and incompetent, and giving too little and you become a brutal beast. As a scholar, I can't teach you this, but as a lord, you need to be in control.

There is no such thing as a hopeless situation, only a person who is desperate for a situation.

The last sentence, as a teacher's proverb to you, please keep it in mind.

Signed: Loyal servant of Boulder City, Lady Ilin Islam.

The old man slowly rolled up the letter, then picked up a small iron spoon on the table, scooped out a cloud of black wax oil from the smoking stove beside him, he poured the hot wax oil on the surface of the letter, and then he picked up the seal placed in the right corner and stamped it.

Master Ilyin got up and grabbed a crow from the iron cage, fastened the freshly written letter to the crow's thin legs, and tied it with a strong silk thread. He tied the drawing he had drawn a few days ago to the crow's other leg from his long sleeve. He hobbled to the stone window with his body in his arms and the crow tossed upwards with both hands, and the crow spread its wings and flew into the air.

The black crow, with the old man's thoughts, flew to the northern harbor city.

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