Heavenly Star, Ark Harbor.
After a new snowfall, White Castle became even whiter. On the branches and leaves of the old trees, between the eaves of the steeple of the castle, there were soft white snowflakes. The servants of White Castle were sweeping away the snow. It was foreseeable that there would be snow in the next few days. If the snow didn't go, the new snow would come again. At that time, it wouldn't be so easy to clean up. If the snow crushed the roofs of the towers, even though the mistress was very easy to talk to and probably wouldn't blame her, the fear of being a servant was inevitable. Therefore, it was better to clear away the snow as soon as possible.
Starting with Earl Oban, the master of the castle was not strict with his servants. It was only during the short period when Earl Gills ruled the castle that the servants had a taste of what it meant to be conscientious. When the old butler, Mace, was also cast idle, the servants lost their last protection. Every day was extremely tense. Fortunately, Gills disappeared very quickly, and Jorah, who managed White Castle in his place, disappeared. The older servants almost watched her grow up, and the mistress, like her brother, did not have any strict control over her servants. Moreover, she had a natural gentleness of a woman.
Take this winter for example, the clothes and bedding of the servants had been changed, and their salaries had been increased by 20%. This made the servants in White Castle like this mistress from the bottom of their hearts, and they worked even harder.
The two young men squatted on the tallest clock tower in White Castle, fixed themselves with ropes, and used a shovel to scrape the snow that covered the top of the tower into the iron bucket in their hands, and then put the bucket down. After the people below emptied the bucket of snow, they pulled the rope and signaled, so they lifted it up again and repeated the previous work. Of the two young men, one was shorter, but his body was sturdy. The other was more handsome and had soft amber hair.
The sturdy young man nudged his companion with his elbow and said, "Don't look at Welch. Miss Jorah didn't go to the back garden today. Why would Miss go to the garden to stroll around without looking at the weather? "Looking down from the clock tower, one could indeed see the garden behind the castle. The amber-haired Welch glared at his playmate, who he had known since he was a child, and said, "Peter, what nonsense are you talking about? If Miss hears it, she will beat us up."
The young man called Peter smiled foolishly. "Miss is a good person. She wouldn't do that."
"Yes. She was good to everyone. The day before yesterday, Old Li Ke accidentally spilled a cup of coffee on the young miss, but she didn't even get angry. Old Li Ke even said that the first thing the young miss asked him was if he was scalded. Where else could one find such a good city lord? If it was the old Earl of Gills … "Welch made a throat-cutting gesture.
The young man looked in the direction of the count's study. From his point of view, he could only see a wall, but Welch said blankly, "Actually, it would be good if she was willing to beat me. At least I've been beaten up by her. She's nice to everyone, so she won't know who I am, right? "
Before he could finish speaking, Peter had already slapped him on the head and said angrily, "What do you know? Control your thoughts. It's fine if you occasionally see Miss go crazy, but do you really want to be a toad eating swan meat? Stop dreaming. "
Welch threw away the snow shovel and snorted, "What do you know? This is called ambition. If you don't have ambition, what's the difference between you and death? Idiot Peter, do you really want to be a man for the rest of your life? "
Peter murmured, "I want to be a rich man, but I have to have that life."
"Opportunities are earned by oneself!" '"I heard that Sir Allen," Welch said with a fascinated expression. He was originally an unknown baron in the border area, but what about now? He's not here, but he's already a viscount, and his territory is even larger than our Ark Harbor. What did he rely on? He didn't fight for it. "If I meet that Sir, I'll beg him to let me enter his army and fight him for eight to ten years. I don't believe that I won't be able to become a general."
Peter mocked, "Why don't you pee and look at yourself? You're still a general? I'm afraid that you'll be slaughtered the first time you go to the battlefield. Besides, what can you do as a general? By the time you make a name for yourself, Miss Jorah will have already married. I heard that Miss's fiancé will probably come to Ark Harbor in person in the next few days. You, there's no medicine to save this unrequited love. "
Welch cursed and sulked, turned to the other side of the clock tower, and began to work silently. A moment later, Peter exclaimed, and then he shouted, "Welch, come and take a look. I'm afraid Miss's fiancé is here. "
Welch circled back and looked out of White Castle. Sure enough, there was a group of people heading in the direction of the castle. The group of people raised the Cyan Iron Spear Battle Flag. It was the flag of the Iron Spear Marquis, Hoey. Seeing the flag clearly, Welch's expression was bitter. He silently turned to work behind the tower. Peter sighed and said, "I'll take you to the night street tonight."
"No."
Peter shrugged his shoulders and began to work.
Jorah, dressed in fresh clothes, arrived at the gate of White Castle accompanied by the old butler. Behind her, there were only eighteen Knight of the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine, lined up on both sides. Mace looked at his expressionless mistress and had a headache. He coughed dryly and said, "Miss, I heard that Hoey's son was born brave and funny. Hoey likes him very much."
"It's not like I like him. Why are you telling me this?" Jorah clenched her fists and said, "It's not a political marriage. Brother wants to rely on the Marquis of Iron Spear to strengthen Ark Harbor." As long as I marry Hoey's son, ambitious fellows like Rackett will probably only be able to achieve their goals through some dirty means before I die, but they won't dare to openly use troops against Ark Harbor. "This way, even if the heir doesn't do anything, at least Ark Harbor will be able to survive for decades."
Jorah bit her lips and said, "Don't worry, Steward Mace. No matter what, I will marry myself. Even if Hoey's son is a bastard, it doesn't matter. For the sake of the clan, for the sake of Ark Harbor. I won't regret it, it's just … "
She didn't continue.
Mace sighed in his heart and said for her, "I just want to see that person again before I leave, right?
The sound of horse hooves approached.
A smile appeared on Jorah's face, instantly melting like winter snow and blooming like spring flowers. However, looking at that almost standard smile, Mace lowered his head deeply. Only he knew that Jorah practiced smiling in the mirror every night. No matter how brilliant her smile was, it was still just a reflection of the moon in the water.
Jorah's heart was not happy at all.
Orlando gloated as he looked at the carriage. He wore light armor of an iron spear, rode on a divine warhorse, and wore an Azure Feathered Eagle Helmet on his head. One hand holding the reins, the other holding the Dark Azure Floating Dragon Essence Iron Spear Spear Guard Elite Cavalry configuration. If someone didn't know him, they would only treat him as an ordinary Iron Spear Guard Knight, not the son of the Iron Spear Marquis, Hoey.
Now sitting in the carriage was Marne, a follower who had grown up together. Orlando still remembered the boy's sad face when he stuffed Marne into the carriage. In any case, the sister of the Earl of White Castle didn't know him, and Orlando made up his mind to let Marne deal with this nominal fiancée instead of him.
He had never thought of marrying Jorah.
That was just his father Hoey's own idea, and Orlando didn't agree with it. However, even if he didn't agree with it, since he was born as the son of a Marquis, he had to have the awareness of making concessions and even sacrifices for the family. Orlando still had this awareness. If he would marry Jorah, he wouldn't be able to give the other party a good look. The reason why he asked his follower to pretend to be him was to show his fiancée some color. Orlando couldn't help but think about how wonderful Jorah's expression would be when she found out that Marne wasn't him at the end.
Then he saw Jorah.
The current mistress of White Castle greeted him with a smile. As Orlando had thought, she had never thought that she would pretend to be an Iron Spear Guard Knight and head straight for the carriage. When the car stopped, Orlando had a serious expression on his face and lowered his head slightly, acting like he had enough. The door of the carriage opened, and the young attendant pretending to be Orlando got off with a bitter expression. Before getting off the carriage, he glanced at Orlando. The latter narrowed his eyes slightly, and Marne immediately raised his head and straightened his chest, acting like a young master of a noble family.
Orlando laughed when he saw this. This brat couldn't do anything else, but pretending to be a ghost was indeed first-rate.
However, the next scene caused Orlando to be taken aback.
The fiancée that he had secretly belittled was obviously stunned when she saw Marne, and then her beautiful eyes looked around. Finally, her gaze fell on Orlando. Orlando thought to himself that it was not good. The smile on the woman's face disintegrated and she sneered coldly, "Is it fun to let someone pretend to be the son of the dignified Marquis of Iron Spear? Or does Marquis Hoy look down on our Ark Harbor? If that's the case, Mr. Orlando, please go back! This young lady is not going to get married! "
Marne, who was stunned on the spot, was at a loss for what to do. He turned to look at Orlando and spread out his hands. Orlando sighed, took off his helmet, and asked curiously, "How did you recognize me? Have you seen me before?"
Jorah sneered, "Of course not. It's just that the actor you hired is too suffocating. He wants to pretend to be a noble family, but he pinched the corner of his clothes countless times from getting out of the car to taking a few steps forward. He's obviously nervous. Not to mention that the people in this team, including him, would glance at you from time to time. Obviously, you are the owner of this team. "Then I wonder how a Knight of the Iron Spear Guard is qualified to do so, unless he is Mr. Orlando himself."
Orlando applauded sincerely, "Wonderful. Before I came, I thought that Miss Jorah was probably about the same as those stupid and clumsy so-called young ladies from famous families. But I didn't expect that Miss Jorah would be so observant. With just a few glances, she would be able to see so much. "
'"Then may I ask what Mr. Orlando means by doing this? Is it to test whether I am qualified to be your bride, or to humiliate my Ark Harbor? If it's the latter, I don't mind breaking off relations with the Marquis of Iron Spear! "
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