In the middle of the night, the clouds were overcast, the drizzle was misty, and the qiē outside the window seemed to be detained into a big iron pot.

In the castle hall, Brandt, who had taken the form of the Count of Bremont, sat alone at a long table, waiting for the cronies of the Vickeney family. He stood up suddenly, pacing incessantly, anxiously waiting, the icy wind cutting his skin and the desolate clouds drowning his shadows. Time seemed to work against him on purpose—walking very slowly, irritability and anxiety rushing over him, and he kept looking back at the hourglass (note 1) and staring at the slowly flowing golden sand in the glass tube.

The darkness of the night was as miserable as the funeral, and the whole world seemed to be dressed in mourning clothes.

He couldn't calm himself, only a flurry of hesitant steps, and there seemed to be a small drum in his heart, which kept beating "dong dong dong", surging out his uncalm feelings.

A gentle sound of footsteps came from the corridor outside the main hall, but after a while, I saw an old man with a tired face appear in the main hall. The old bachelor in a gray robe hobbled to the side of the long table, bowed slightly to Lord Vikeney in front of him, stretched out his thin hands and pulled out a bench, and then sat down quietly.

Bremont looked down at the old man beside him. He was indeed very old, with a thin body, hunched at the waist, wrinkles crisscrossed his face, and the few strands of hair that survived on his head were thin and long, but his eyebrows were thick and long. He looked at the gray-robed old bachelor in front of him, and suddenly remembered the amiable Bachelor Yilin.

Memories and thoughts poured out at the same time, active in his sea mind. It's like a firework that emits countless sparks. Different faces flashed through his mind. Bachelor Ealing, grandfather, teacher Merlin, Jensen, Gavin, mother. They're like marquees, turning, turning...... Turn......

He clearly felt that there was something in the depths of his heart, stabbing and tearing open with blood, inch by inch. A blurry image lingered in his mind, and he didn't want to think about the man who had abandoned him and his mother. But he couldn't control the contradictions in his heart.

Brant sued himself that he was dead, dead, and they were all dead.

"But before I have tasted father, you're gone, why? why? why haven't you given me a little love for so many years?" Brant's grief shook his ribs, and it stuck in his heart and stuck in his throat, so that he could not shed tears.

When the soldier knocked on the old bachelor's door, the old man lying under the covers could not understand the council that had just ended. Why did Lord Wickney summon them in such a hurry?

The old bachelor looked up at the capricious Earl of Bremont in front of him, and he noticed that the eagle-like face was strangely sad and sad. Frozen like ice, cold as rock. For a moment, the old bachelor suddenly felt that this was a strange face that he had never seen before.

At this time, the sound of footsteps echoed outside the main hall, but this time the footsteps were hurried, heavy, and full of the fortitude of a man. 'Strong' Wicks, dressed in warrior attire, and Lord Geth Walder, dressed in a golden cape and silver armor, appeared in the main hall at the same time.

Wicks walked over to the council's table, pulled out a wooden chair, and sat down. Brant found him tall and strong, as strong as an oak tree, and there was not a single place on his body that he did not stand out. Even Sir Colin stood in front of him, a few inches shorter. I'm afraid that no one in the entire Golden Land, except for the 'giant' Luke Ness, is taller and stronger than him.

Lord Wade walked to the other side of the long table, gently lifted the wooden chair, and sat down with a gentlemanly manner. His hands were very large, from the fingers to the palms to the roots of the palms, and they were covered with calluses, as if they were covered with scaly carapaces.

Suddenly, the entire empty hall was as silent as a tomb buried deep underground. And the dozens of eagle-faced troll statues standing on both sides of the main hall are like abyssal demons greedily peeking at the humans in the main hall. Brant's heart was beating faster, his hands were at a loss, and his mind was in chaos, not knowing what he was doing or what he was going to do.

Gaiss Wade spoke cautiously, "My lord, what do you command when we are suddenly summoned urgently?"

Brandt clenched his two fists tightly the size of an oil hammer, and he took a deep breath, trying to imitate the voice and tone of the Count of Bremont. "I have something important to announce, and it's time for me to make up my mind. ”

The 'strong man' Wicks said categorically, "No matter what the adults choose, their subordinates must swear to their deaths." "His loyalty is as unquestionable as his tall and mighty body.

"Subordinates obey orders. Mistress Gath chimed in.

Brandt hides his affection. "Gather all the soldiers and knights of the garrison in the city tomorrow. In his capacity as Earl of Bremont, he ordered, "Lord Wade himself led his knights to Salt Town to aid Baron Kane, and Weeks led the soldiers of the garrison to rush to Salt Town day and night to reinforce them. His heart was pounding like a deer, his heart was pounding, his heart was going up and down, and his mind was as uncalm as the turbulent lake.

Lord Wade, the commander of the garrison, replied respectfully, "Yes, my lord. Although he had misgivings about the sudden decision of the Count of Bremont, his honor as a knight loyal to House Vikeney was loyalty and obedience.

"Yes, sir. Wicks replied in a gruff voice.

The old bachelor who was sitting quietly on the side slowly got up and opened his mouth to remind, "Lord Wickney, how are you going to reply from the Targaryen family?"

Earl Bremont's voice grew from low to high, and gradually roared, "The Targaryens are a group of robbers who burn and plunder, murder and greed, and the final result of being in league with robbers is to play with fire and set themselves on fire. His face turned red and then blue, his neck was swollen as if it was about to explode, his head was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were foaming at the foam, and his fists were pounding on the table. "Fists are my answer. ”

The old bachelor was completely stunned, and stood there like a log, looking at the adult in front of him with two eyes in a daze. He has served in Crag Rock for more than 30 years, and knows the temper, personality, and so on of every member of the Vickeney family. The Count of Bremont in front of him and the Bremont Wickny he knew were almost like two people.

Count Bremont calmed down and said, "Stand down!" Brandt felt the magic in his body draining rapidly, and the effect of this spell could not last long. He had to end the council, or he would change back to his own form in front of everyone, and what he had done would be in vain.

'The Strong' Wicks suddenly got up, bowed to Lord Wickney, and then turned and strode away. Lord Walder got up and gave a standard knightly salute before departing with Weeks.

The heavy footsteps outside the hall gradually faded away, until the old bachelor suddenly woke up in the quiet of the thunderstorm night. He looked at the other party with some suspicion, and couldn't help but ask, "My lord, you forgot something important. ”

"What's the matter?" he tried to keep quiet.

"What should Knight Shaun Criss and his men do?"

"I will command the soldiers to release them and let them follow Lord Walder to Salt Town. "Brant knows very well that one elite knight can withstand ten ordinary soldiers, and the knights of the Knights of Glory are even more valiant and good at fighting.

"Who the hell are you?" said the old man's voice, which was very soft, but it was clear enough to hear. "What have you done to Master Wickney?" the old man knew the temperament of Count Bremont Wickney, and at this time he would not hesitate to choose to kill and hide the truth of the matter.

Brant was terrified, his hair stood up cold as if he was enchanted, and his dazed brain was like a blank sheet of paper. He knew that he had been seen through by the old man in front of him, and at this time, it was possible for him to return to the way he was, but the old man did not have any abnormal or radical actions.

After a long silence, Brandt spoke, "I am Lord of Rocky Harbor, Lord Brant Turrell," he said frankly to the old man in front of him, "Count Bremont is in his daughter's room, and I have not harmed him, but I must save the people of the Golden Land." ”

The old bachelor fell into deep thought, half speechless, and then let out a long sigh, "The matter has come to this, leave it to fate." ”

(Note 1): An hourglass, also known as a sand clock, is a device for measuring time. The hourglass consists of two glass balls and a narrow connecting pipe. The time it takes for a glass ball filled with sand to flow from the top through a narrow pipe to the bottom glass ball is measured. Once all the sand has flowed to the bottom of the glass ball, the hourglass can be reversed to measure the time too, the average hourglass has a nominal running time of 1 hour. (To be continued......)