When Allen arrived at White Castle, he was received by his old acquaintance, Steward Mace. The butler had served Oban, Gills, and now Jorah. If nothing unexpected happened, Arte should also be taken care of by him in the future. One person had served four masters, and the butler's status in White Castle was naturally unparalleled. Now that Jorah's wedding was about to arrive, there was an endless stream of guests coming to White Castle. Mace was too busy, and the reception work was done by others.
However, Allen's visit was no small matter. This viscount's identity was no small matter, so Mace naturally did not dare to neglect him in the slightest. At the same time he left the castle to welcome them, he had them quickly clean up a spacious and bright residence for Allen and the others to stay in.
Seeing Allen get out of the carriage, Mace felt an indescribable feeling. Thinking back to the first time Allen came to White Castle, he had to be introduced by Roger, and he had even received a small benefit. Now, the border baron had become the common owner of several surrounding territories apart from Ark Harbor. All of this happened in just two short years, and it was lamentable to think about it.
"Lord Allen, it's been a long journey." Mace restrained his thoughts and greeted him with a smile.
Allen had never put on airs, not to mention an old acquaintance like Mace. He waved his hand and said, "It's not hard, it's just a little boring. Butler Mace must be very busy recently, right? "
"It's right, it's right."
"Are you almost ready?"
"That's right. Young Master Orlando is the only one left to welcome our Miss Jorah." Mace smiled.
"Where's Jorah?"
Mace immediately said, "I've already sent someone to pass the message." As soon as he finished speaking, a White Castle servant trotted over and muttered something in Mace's ear with a strange expression. Mace frowned awkwardly. Allen looked at it and said indifferently, "Jorah doesn't want to see me?"
"Miss said it was a little uncomfortable. Or should I inform Lord later?"
Allen shook his head. "No need. It's good that Jorah knows I'm here. It doesn't matter if she sees me or not. "Allen knew that Jorah didn't want to see him. Now that her wedding was approaching, it was better not to see each other because of the things that were unclear between the two of them.
At this time, Allen saw a young man peeking out from behind a statue. He laughed in surprise and waved his hand. "Young Master Arte, I see you."
Arte scratched his head and walked out with a silly smile. "Greetings, Lord Allen."
"What are you doing?" Allen pointed at the sculpture where the youth had been hiding.
Arte threw caution to the wind and shouted with a red face, "I want to ask Sir Allen to teach me how to use a saber!"
His voice was so loud that even Matt, who was standing next to him, was shocked. The butler was at a loss. Allen narrowed his eyes and looked at the youth, "You want to learn the blade? Why? There are combat skills courses in the academy. If you are interested, you can sign up. You don't have to learn from me. "
"But I only want to learn Lord Allen's saber." The youth scratched his head and said, "Jorah told me to learn more about governing the territory. However, I feel that without the power to protect the territory, what's the use of learning more knowledge?"
Allen flicked the youth's forehead with his finger, causing the latter to cover his head with both hands and grimace. Only then did Allen say, "Who says it's useless? As a lord, if you don't even know how to govern the territory and only know how to wield your saber and sword, then you're really useless." If whoever had the highest combat strength could become a lord, then wouldn't the Ten Saints of the Empire all have to be dukes and marquises? Count for yourself. How many of the Ten Saints are worshiped as marquises? "
"So don't take Ruo La's words for granted. Go and learn your knowledge of economics."
"Oh." Arte said bitterly.
Seeing his sad expression, Allen shook his head and laughed, "It's fine if you want to learn the saber from me, but you have to wait for me to come back, and you can't let go of your homework in the academy. Then I'll teach you how to use a saber. "
Arte's eyes lit up and he asked casually, "Are you waiting for you to come back from Iron Spear Ridge?"
"No, it's further. I'm going to the imperial capital. We'll talk about it when I get back from Oliska. "
"So far?" The youth chuckled and said, "Otherwise, my lord, take me with you. We can learn along the way."
Allen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He gave him another slap on the head, "Don't push your luck. Be careful that I go back on my word."
Arte hurriedly shouted, "Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. My lord, you can't go back on your word!"
With such a commotion from a youth, the solemn atmosphere from before disappeared. Hearing that Allen had stayed in White Castle, there were suddenly more people coming in and out of White Castle that afternoon. First, a few Sir vassals from Ark Harbor came. Apart from Grar, almost all of them came. Then came the president of the Emerald Merchant Group and the wealthy gentry in the city. However, although there were many people who came, less than ten people were received.
This was within everyone's expectations, but even so, there were still many people who squeezed their heads to see Allen.
The next day, the Iron Spear Leader's Horse team arrived. When Ark Harbor received the news, it almost boiled over. People rushed onto the streets, rushing to see the elegant demeanor of the Son of the Iron Spear. This time, Orlando did not pretend to be a ghost and replace him with a follower beside him. Allen also stood in front of the White Castle gate with the crowd, only one position behind the future master of White Castle, Arte.
When Orlando and his Horse team appeared on the other side of the street, Allen saw him. This time, Orlando was dressed in armor. He was wearing the traditional gray iron light armor of Iron Spear Ridge. Coupled with his handsome appearance, he had a bit of Hoey's youthful demeanor. The warhorse was also a high-grade horse. Its entire body was shiny black, and its four hooves were stepping on the snow. Its harness was also made of gray iron. There was a dark green spear hanging on the side of the horse. The spear was simple in style, and there were only a few lightning patterns on the spear as decoration. Those who were familiar with Hoey could recognize that this spear was the spear Bi Lei that Hoey had used to kill enemies on the battlefield when he was young.
Bi Lei handed it over to Orlando, and Hoey's heart was about to come out. Orlando brought Bi Lei to greet Jorah, which indirectly expressed Hoey's respect for Ou Ban.
The Horse team stopped ten meters in front of White Castle's gate. Orlando dismounted and shook hands with Arte, who represented White Castle, with strict etiquette. Then, he saw Allen and nodded with a smile. Allen greeted him, and then the team was welcomed into White Castle.
This day was another busy day for White Castle. There was a lot of work that needed to be prepared in advance, including local rituals and customs. This was new to Allen. For example, in the afternoon, Mace personally escorted a cart of rice into the castle, saying that it was prepared for Jorah tomorrow.
In the evening, as Allen had expected, Orlando came to visit.
When the elegant Son of the Iron Spear entered the room, he was stunned to see Lucy, and then he was stunned to see Lola. When the five Sea Dragon Knight lined up behind Allen, Orlando couldn't laugh anymore. Even though the Sea Dragon Knight had changed into neutral casual clothes, it was still difficult to hide their beauty. Especially their identities as members of the Naga Royal Court, Orlando was even more envious and jealous of Allen.
It was said that comparing people to death was indeed true. Orlando asked himself that in the Southern Territory, few people as young as him could compare to him in terms of combat strength and family background. It just so happened that Allen had appeared. In terms of combat strength, he had even killed Viscount Daniel, so Orlando naturally couldn't catch up. In terms of family power, it was true that Orlando was a bit better. However, Orlando's family power came mostly from his father. As for himself, he didn't have a military title yet, but Allen was a real viscount.
Now, even in comparison to women, Orlando was ashamed of himself. Lucy's nobility, Lola's wildness, and the five Sea Dragon Knight from the Naga Royal Court. Not to mention him, Orlando, even the princes of the Northern Capital wouldn't be able to bring out so many women with their own characteristics. Just the five Sea Dragon Knight were enough to beat a large group of young Heavenly Decorating noble stomachs.
He chuckled and said, "Although Lord Allen is young, he is unparalleled in bravery. However, you have to cherish your body. " Allen stroked his forehead and chuckled. Lucy and the others rolled their eyes. They couldn't understand why such a hero like Hoey always had such a ruffian aura as his son. However, it was undeniable that this made Orlando much easier to get close to. Perhaps this was also his charm.
The two of them sat down. In order to prevent Orlando from being absent-minded, Allen let the others disperse, leaving only Lola behind. Lola's beauty was a mixture of wildness and heroism. She didn't bring her greatsword with her, but even so, her entire body was filled with a cold aura. Especially when Orlando's gaze drifted over, he would most likely receive a gaze mixed with Qi. Then, Orlando's eyes would become blurry and tears would appear at the corners of his eyes.
After two times, Orlando sat up straight even more than Allen, not daring to look around anymore. Allen looked at his serious appearance and found it funny. "There are no outsiders here, so Mr. Orlando doesn't have to deliberately act lustful," he said.
Orlando suddenly sat up straight, his bangs gently floating up, and his eyes burst out with a sharp light like a spear light, as if he wanted to see through Allen. Beside him, Lola frowned, her black hair faintly fluttering. Allen waved his hand, and her aura gradually dissipated. Orlando withdrew his gaze and smiled bitterly, "Tell me, Lord Allen, where did I reveal my flaws and let you see that I was pretending?"
"Actually, your acting is flawless. Regardless of your words or actions, you are deeply aware of the true meaning of the word 'silkpants'. I didn't see through your tricks, but I believed that the Marquis of Iron Spear wouldn't have a son who didn't even know how difficult it was to use a spear. "
"Do you believe in the spear?" Orlando narrowed his eyes and said, "Everyone in the empire knows that there are indeed a few Marquises in the Southern Region, but the only one worth paying attention to is my father." Lord Allen, to tell you the truth, it's not a good feeling to be stared at by the empire's eyes all the time. Only by appearing to be so prodigal will the empire's spies relax a little. Iron Spear is old and has no successor. Only then will the imperial family be at ease. Otherwise, no one in the Southern Region can contend against my father. That one will always be worried that our family will dominate. "
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