The majestic peaks, under the reflection of the sun, are dressed in a golden coat, which is particularly dazzling, and people can't help but imagine that this may be a golden mountain.

A hundred-foot-tall greystone castle nestled at the foot of the Golden Mountain. Warm sunlight shines through the east windowsill into the room, and tiny dust particles can be clearly seen flying in the air through the bright light.

Sir Colin's silver armor glistened in the bright sunlight. "Lord Tyrrell, I have written this incident into a letter," he recounted respectfully, "and the crow is probably on its way to Boulder City. ”

Blatter knew very well that the crows would be able to fly to Boulder City as soon as tomorrow. When the crow flew up to Maester Ealing, when he saw the contents of the letter, he would have been worried about me. And my grandfather, who loved me, he would be worried, and maybe he would be disappointed.

I was attacked by a female assassin and nearly lost my life. Over the years, I have spent most of my time learning and mastering mystical magic, diligently learning swordsmanship and knightly skills from the knights of the Order of Glory. But I was defeated by a female Assassin. Even I was disappointed in myself.

"Uncle Colin," Brant said a little down, "when are we leaving?"

"To-morrow morning," replied Sir Colin, "you have a good rest now." ”

"I'm fine, we can leave right away," he continued, after a moment's hesitation, "or in the afternoon." "He's been delayed for too much, and he tells himself that he can't wait any longer.

"Your Excellency, you need to rest," Ser Colin insisted.

Brandt looked up at Sir Colin's stern gaze, and he compromised, "All right!"

Sir Colin sat on the stone bench beside him with a solemn face, and although his tired demeanor had betrayed him, he still mustered up his spirit to protect the boy in front of him. His negligence had tarnished his knightly honor, and he would never allow the same mistakes to happen again. For his honor, for his oath, and for the boy in front of him who called him uncle.

In the hall on the first floor of the castle, there is a busy scene. Servants shuttled back and forth between the hall and the back kitchen, carefully preparing the lord's dinner for his guests. The suspicious Baron, in order to prevent poisoning in the food, he ordered his soldiers to stay in the kitchen and in the hallway.

Lying on the leather couch and napping with his eyes closed, Baron Kane had not slept all night, and there were so many things that he needed to command. Hurried footsteps came, and the tired Rand Knight stood in front of him and called in a low voice, "My lord,"

Baron Kane slowly opened his pale green eyes, "Knight Rand, send more soldiers to patrol the streets tonight, and soldiers must patrol every street and alley," he stressed, "Increase the number of guards around the castle." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Early tomorrow morning, you will personally lead a banner team of soldiers to escort Lord Tyrell to Ravengrove. "Tell Baron Gales to beware of eagles peeping in the shadows, and that this greedy falcon may not take his woods for territory." ”

"Your Excellency, do you doubt...?" the Rand Knight lowered his voice.

"Perhaps my guess is wrong," Baron Kane's voice deepened, "just bring the original words." There were many people who deserved his suspicion, but the motives of those people were so obvious that he had to be suspicious.

"Don't worry," Rand Knight replied with a stern face, "I will definitely keep your instructions in mind. ”

The red sun was scorching, time passed in a flash, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky gradually became darker.

Towards night, Brandt, who was still asleep, was awakened by Sir Colin. Baron Kane had prepared a sumptuous dinner for him, perhaps to make up for his negligence before Lord Tyrell left Salt Town. In aristocratic traditions, it was not permissible for a guest to be humiliated or hurt during his stay at the host's home.

In order to observe aristocratic guest etiquette, the guest was also required to attend the lunch prepared for him by the host.

The long mahogany table in the middle of the dining room was surrounded by Baron Kane's guests. The long table, covered with shiny cloths, is filled with food, such as roasted foie gras with shiitake mushrooms, crispy grilled steak, and pan-fried cod. Baron Kane, who was sitting at the host and guest tables, said gently, "My lord, did you disturb your rest?" After a moment's pause, he continued, "You vomited a lot last night, and I'm worried that your stomach won't be able to stand it." ”

Brant nodded slightly and replied politely, "Baron Kane is too worried, thank you for your concern." ”

Before dinner, the prayer to Heavenly Father proceeds as usual.

"Thank you, dear Heavenly Father, for the sunshine and rain that have brought abundant food on the earth, and for cleansing it for us. Thank you, Heavenly Father, Amen!"

"Thank you, Heavenly Father!

After the prayer was over, the crowd picked up the silver utensils that had been placed aside and began to enjoy the delicious food in front of them.

"Roy Ranger, this glass of wine is for you," Baron Kane said with a pleasant face, "Rand Knight told me that you caught the female assassin." I admire your prowess, and I'm glad that Lord Tyrell has a subordinate like you by his side.

"Actually, Roy he—" Brandt wanted to explain.

Roy interrupted him, not letting him finish, "I'm honored to be Lord Tyrrell's bodyguard. He then raised his glass and clinked glasses with the baron.

Baron Kane smiled a modest smile at Brandt, "What did Lord Tyrell want to say?"

Brandt smiled slightly, "I want to say Roy is a good ranger," he pondered for a moment, then continued, "He's still a good one for me... Friend. Yes, he felt that the term suited their friendship, and he would have liked to use the more intimate term 'partner,' but it was clear that Brant Tyrelll's status was not a good one.

Angela Wickney and Paul Greer sat quietly for dinner, and Sir Colin looked tired and spoke little. Only Roy seemed to have endless topics to talk about, and Brandt and Baron Kane also chatted with him with pleasure.

During the second dinner, except for a few clinking glasses between Baron Kane and Roy, almost no one touched their glasses. After dinner, Roy takes the two bottles of wine from the table, and then he wraps a roasted whole chicken in his used napkin. He did not return to his room, but walked up the stairs to the living room on the first floor of the castle, where he asked the soldier where the dungeon was, and then he disappeared into the living room with two bottles of wine in his hand, and went into the basement leading to the dungeon.

When Ammon and Leather, who were waiting outside the iron prison door, heard the noise, they thought that the Baron had come to interrogate the prisoner again. They hurriedly sorted out their clothes and stood aside respectfully.

Roy smiled and said, "Two big brothers, you have worked hard. ”

"Are you?" said Ammon, with a puzzled look on his face.

Roy grimaced, explaining, "I captured the female Assassin locked up inside," he declared to the other party, "I am Lord Brant Tyrrell's bodyguard." ”

"My lord, do you have anything to do with coming to the dungeon?" Ammon's tone suddenly became respectful and humble.

Roy said with a very serious expression, "I was ordered to interrogate the female assassin,"

"May I ask if you are interrogated alone, or..."

"Interrogation alone. ”

"I'll open the door for you," Ammon took the key from his waist and walked over to the iron door to open it.

Roy didn't follow directly, but placed the two bottles of wine and the roast chicken wrapped in a napkin on the stone table beside him. He poured the roast chicken onto a plate and tore off a chicken leg to wrap it in a napkin. He laughed at the two jailers, "When I came, Master Tyrell told me to bring two bottles of good wine and a roast chicken to treat them both. ”

The yellow, thin, leather-faced face was beaming, and he had never drunk such a good wine in half his life. "On our behalf, thank you, Lord Tyrrell, for your reward. He flattered and said, "My lord, you judge first, and our brother is waiting outside, and if you have any command, send us."

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