The pre-dawn darkness receded, and there was a bright light between the sea and the sky, like a lit torch, burning with deep blue water and gray clouds. The fire was spreading, and as time went on, the entire eastern sky was burned red. It was the dawn of dawn, and in the silent and brilliant rainbow, the sun was rising, and the sea and the sky were suddenly bright.

The vast blue ocean was filled with waves crashing against the rocks, roaring like ferocious beasts and spraying snow-white foam.

The black dragon stretched its wings and rushed into the sky, and it waved its black wings and flew into the vast sea in front of it. It's hungry, it needs food, and its prey is the fish that roam the sea. Dragons can fly, walk, swim, and some can breathe in water. Dragons become more powerful with age, with older dragons usually being invincible and younger dragons being vulnerable (by dragon standards).

The black dragon folded its wings and fell straight down from mid-air like the shadow of a sword in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was into the sea. With a "poof", a wave of rough waves splashed on the surface of the sea. After a while, I saw another wave set off from the sea, and in the waves of the sea splashing, a huge black figure burst out, and the black dragon rushed into the air with a fat potbelly fish in his mouth.

Sir Colin stood on the wall with a solemn face, and quietly watched the scene before him: the turquoise sea, as soft as silk, with slight ripples, and from a high place, the smoke and waves were vast and endless. Dozens of fishing boats float slowly on the surface of the sea, and fishermen on the bow of the boats are busy casting their nets to catch fish.

The little girl, Fanny, stood on the deck and shouted excitedly, "Brother, look at the fish. Her joy and joy were palpable.

Brant reached out and gently stroked his sister's long dark and shiny hair, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Brother will make you crispy grilled fish at night." The damp sea breeze with a faint smell of the sea blew through his hair, cheeks, and every part of his body. A cool, slightly tingling sensation spread throughout his body, but at this moment he felt warm and cheerful in his heart.

"Master Brandt," Roy asked with a faint smile, "can you grill fish?"

"Why do I look like a noble young master who stretches out his hands for clothes, opens his mouth for food, and idleness all day long?"

"It's quite similar," Roy said in a serious tone, "but you don't use the right title, you're no longer a young master, but a lord, a noble lord." ”

Brant also put on a stern expression, "Then these fish will be left to you to roast." ”

Roy grinned toothily at his companion, "Yes, sir. ”

"Big brother, why do you call me my brother," Fanny looked up and whispered, "My brother is not old at all, much younger than you. ”

Roy laughed dryly, grinned, and explained, "I'm not talking about lord, it's not what you think, it's an honorific title for nobles and powerful people. "In feudal society, lord is an honorific title for elders and the head of the family, and it is also an honorific title for servants to nobles, officials, tycoons, and gentry.

"Isn't my brother the Lord of Rocky Harbor?" the little girl objected, "then you should call him Earl, or Lord." "As a child, Fanny could often hear the noble lords and knights call her father that.

Roy laughed, "Yes, yes, big brother listens to you." ”

Brant was staring intently at the entire Rocky Harbor battleship floating across the sea, flags hanging from the top of their sails, swaying in the breeze. He was greeted by a blue flag embroidered with a galleon, the crest of the Tyrells, a brown flag with a griffin and wings, the Redwyn family of Griffon, and the coats of arms of the Mormonts and Royces. These noble families were minor lords loyal to House Tyrrell. "These little lords ought to be loyal to me and do my bidding," thought Brandt, "but they are obedient to Sir Roger Tyrrell. I'm the Lord of Rocky Harbor......

"What are you thinking?" Roy reached out and patted Brant on the back, interrupting the other's thoughts.

"Roy, what should I do. Brandt's voice was low and eager. His heart was hesitant and undecided, and he desperately hoped that a trustworthy and capable companion could help him share this qiē.

"I know you've got an idea," Roy said, "but you've never been able to make up your mind. ”

Brandt's face suddenly changed drastically and he was speechless, and after a moment of cramped silence, he reluctantly said, "I can't do that." He knew what Roy was referring to.

"You've thought so," Roy retorted, "Brant, you can't hesitate, you have to make a decision." At the same time, Roy also asked himself in his heart, if this happened to him, would he be able to make a choice?

"But he's always been my uncle," said Brandt, "and we're blood relatives whose blood is thicker than water." ”

"You sue me," Roy asked with some scathing, "will he think of you as his nephew?" He learned a lot from the soldiers about Roger Tyrell's personality and ambitions.

Brandt said nonchalantly, "I'm not rare, and I don't need it." ”

"Then leave this matter to Wick and Grea. Roy said firmly, "I'm sure they won't miss." ”

Brant fell into deep thought, half speechless, "No, no. Although he had no affection for this man he had never met, he didn't want to bear the title of a family killer, he didn't want to be talked about behind his back, and he didn't want to be spurned by gossip.

"No one knows it's you. ”

"People are not stupid. ”

"Don't care what others think of you behind your back, make up right and wrong about you, or even attack you. "You have to learn to say to yourself, if it satisfies you, I'm willing to accept it." Those who are truly loyal to you will never deny you because of this. ”

"I can't do anything that is detrimental to my honor. Brandt made up his mind.

"Your so-called honor may cost you your title, your territory, and even your life. ”

Brandt hesitated for a moment, then shouted in a tearful voice, "Not only my personal honor, but my words and deeds represent the honor of the Tyrells and the Islamic family, and I will not allow them to be stained in any way because of me." ”

"Have you ever thought that hundreds of soldiers would pay with their lives? ”

"Brother," Fanny listened for a long time, she tugged at the corner of Brandt's coat and looked at him with wide eyes, "What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

Brant chuckled, "You'll understand when you're older." ”

"So when am I going to grow up?"

"Soon, soon, soon......"