Outside the window, the sky was completely covered by dark clouds. From time to time, the muffled thunder sounded like a warning, urging the pedestrians on the street to find shelter from the rain.
In the tavern, the Earl Of Avon looked at his sister's anxious eyes and leisurely replied:
"The solution is to immediately step into the Sacred Domain!"
"Hmph!" Anna raised her eyebrows and glared at her brother.
Obviously, she knew she was being played.
"I'm only at the fourth step, far from the Sacred Domain!"
"It's not early anymore!" The Earl Of Avon sighed, "Only nineteen years old and you're already a fourth step knight. Hehe, you're definitely the most promising one among this generation of Saint Prospero to become a Paladin."
"That's just a hope.
But according to what you said, the Duke Of St. Hilde is certain to take control of the half-elven kingdom. Then I'm afraid our Eastern Region will soon face the Northern Frontier's cavalry. What … what should we do! "
The Earl Of Avon laughed, "Okay, I won't joke with you. In fact, I think the only way to really stop the Northern Frontier is to ask for help from the San Lorenzo family. "
"The imperial family of the Empire?" Anna looked thoughtful.
"Yes. We alone can't stop the Northern Frontier. Only by asking for help from the imperial family is the only solution. "
"The San Lorenzo family … Will they help us?"
"Of course they will." The Earl Of Avon looked certain, "If the Eastern Region falls into the hands of the House of Saint Hilde, hehe, then can the San Lorenzo family suppress the House of Saint Hilde who has two realms?"
"But … But, isn't there the [Sacred Covenant]? Would the House of Saint Hilde dare to … "
The Earl Of Avon smiled disdainfully, "[Sacred Covenant]? Hehe, how many of the seven Paladin families that signed the covenant are left? What about the House of St. Theon and the House of St. Voges? "
Anna was silent.
The young girl seemed to be not used to these dark and dirty things.
"The alliance agreement is fake. Only the military strength is real. If the House of Saint Hilde has the power to sweep through the Empire, then Imperial Dragon City should have a new master. "The Earl Of Avon sighed.
"That's why I said that Father is a fool. Sending us to Silver Moon City is a waste of effort. We might as well go straight to Imperial Dragon City. "
"However, the half-elf kingdom has yet to fall into the hands of the Northern Frontier. How are we going to convince the San Lorenzo family to intervene if we go to Imperial Dragon City?"
"A true wise man will not wait until the crisis is imminent to deal with it. Instead, he will foresee the future risks when the crisis is still in its infancy and make plans in advance." Earl Of Avon pointed to the umbrella beside him. "It wasn't raining when I went out, but I brought an umbrella."
He pointed out the window again. "Look, it's raining now."
"Crash!"
As expected, it began to rain heavily outside the window. Many passers-by who had yet to return home were immediately drenched.
Anna pouted. She felt that her brother had scolded her too.
She didn't bring an umbrella either.
"Then let's write to Father and ask him to send someone to Imperial Dragon City."
"Do you think Father will listen to my advice?" The Earl Of Avon looked disapproving.
"Then I'll write!" Anna insisted.
"It's useless," The Earl Of Avon sighed. "Do you know what the hardest thing in the world is?"
"What?"
"It's to make a proud person admit that he is inferior to others." The Earl Of Avon looked disdainful. "And our Father will not lower himself to beg the San Lorenzo family unless he is at his wit's end."
Anna pursed her lips, her face full of stubbornness. "Then are we really going to do nothing and just eat, drink, and play in Silver Moon City?"
The Earl Of Avon had a cynical smile on his face. "We have to do something. Otherwise, it will be hard to report back."
Anna looked at her brother's mischievous look. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She said hatefully, "Evan! Don't forget that your surname is Saint Prospero too! Where are you going to hide if the Northern Army invades us en masse? "
The Earl Of Avon didn't say anything. A look of pain flashed across his face.
Anna wasn't in the mood to talk. She turned her head and looked at the rain outside the window, lost in thought.
— — —
The storm that engulfed Silver Moon City came fiercely and left especially quickly.
In the evening, the dark clouds had completely dissipated, revealing the fiery red setting sun.
In the open-air garden of the Half Elven Palace, the maids were removing the cloth that blocked the rain, allowing the flowers and plants to receive the rays of the setting sun.
Unfortunately, although the precious Blood Roses in the garden escaped the attack of the storm, they didn't escape the destruction of the sharp swords.
"Hey! Ha! "
A little boy around the age of ten was waving a sharp sword, ruining Queen Elsa's beloved Blood Rose until it was too horrible to look at.
Seeing this scene, none of the maids at the side dared to step forward to stop him.
This was because this boy was Prince William's son — Charlie Mordiwen.
The old king was leaning on his walking stick, chuckling as he watched his grandson wreak havoc in the garden. He didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him.
"Your Highness."
"Your Highness."
… …
At this moment, Prince William suddenly appeared at the entrance of the garden. He angrily reprimanded his son who was causing trouble.
"Charlie! That's Queen Consort's beloved Blood Rose! Don't chop it! "
The boy was shocked. He hurriedly threw away the sword in his hand, as if the destruction from before had nothing to do with him.
However, the old king was not happy about it.
He glared fiercely at Prince William and shouted angrily, "Why are you being so fierce? You're scaring the child! "
Then, he turned to look at Charlie and put on a smile again, "Charlie, don't be afraid. It's just some useless flowers. Do whatever you want."
"Oh yeah!" Charlie shouted excitedly. He picked up the sword from the ground and started destroying the Blood Roses again.
Prince William sighed helplessly. He waved at the maids in the garden, who didn't know what to do, and asked them to leave quickly.
Then, he took a few steps forward, wanting to support the old king.
Unexpectedly, the old king flung his hand away and glared at him, "What's there to support? Am I that old? "
Prince William was speechless. He thought to himself, Weren't you the one who wanted to pretend to be old …
However, this prince who was used to being submissive did not dare to refute. He only asked softly,
"Father, our men have already found the guests from the east in Silvermoon City, but … these two guests don't seem to be in a hurry to find us …"
"Then what are they doing?"
"They've been going to almost all the taverns in Silvermoon City these past few days. It seems … they're tasting all kinds of good wine …"
The old king frowned. He obviously didn't expect these two eastern messengers to be so unreliable. He could only say, "If they're not coming to find you, then go find them."
"Yes."
"Remember to bring good wine."
"Yes."
After Prince William left obediently, the old king looked at his excited grandson and asked with a smile, "Charlie, why do you like destroying these flowers so much?"
Charlie was stunned. He turned his head and said, "I don't know. I just like to see them fall on the ground."
"Hahaha!" The old king seemed to be very happy, "Good, then continue! Remember, the more beautiful these things are, the more dangerous they are! Chop them! It's best if you chop them all! "
"Okay, chop them all!"
As if he had received a sacred mission, Charlie waved the sword in his hand even more vigorously.
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