"Father! We need to find a place to hide from the rain! "
Hanses wiped the rainwater off his face and shouted anxiously.
However, the tall and thin figure in front of him did not even turn around.
"Father! Why don't we find a higher place and tie the two horses together? We can hide under the horses' stomachs and leave after the rain stops. "
Sonny finally turned around to look at his son, who was in a sorry state, and roared in exasperation, "Shut up! As a knight of the Grantu family, can't you take a little rain? "
Hanses saw that his father was angry and immediately stopped shouting. However, he still looked indignant and muttered softly, "Not a knight, a knight apprentice …"
The two of them walked through the heavy rain for a while. Hanses suddenly shouted excitedly, "Fire, father! There's fire in front! "
Sonny looked at the direction Hanses was pointing at and frowned slightly. He said doubtfully, "We shouldn't have reached Eastspring Town yet. Could it be a traveler passing by?"
"No matter what it is, if there's fire, it means there's a place to hide from the rain. Let's go hide!"
Hanses squeezed the horse's stomach and sped up slightly. Sonny also temporarily put away his doubts and sped up.
After walking for about forty-five minutes, the two of them finally reached the top of a small hill. There was a large campsite here.
Sonny looked at the obviously well-trained guards and tall war horses in the campsite and was shocked. He knew that this was definitely a noble's carriage, and a big one at that.
The patrolling guards saw the two of them and immediately came forward to question them.
"Honorable knight, I am Sonny from the Grantu family. This is my son, Hanses. We are passing by this place, may I borrow your campsite to hide from this damned storm?"
"Grantu? The Lord's family of Winterspring Town? "
"Yes."
"Please wait for a moment."
The knight returned to the campsite, probably to ask for instructions. Not long after, he returned and nodded at the two of them, "Come in."
"Thank you very much for your generosity!"
Sonny and his son led their horses into the campsite and were led into a large tent by the knight. There were already seven to eight guards gathered inside.
"Give these two guests from the Grantu family a blanket each. Let them warm up by the fire and drink some hot soup." The knight who led them in ordered.
Hans hurriedly thanked him.
With the help of the firelight in the tent, Sonny was able to clearly see the knight's armor and the golden lion insignia on his chest. Shocked, he blurted out, "Excuse me, is this the carriage of the Dukes Of The North?"
The knight nodded. "Yes, the Duke will also pass by Winterspring Town, so he can bring the two of you along."
"Thank you so much!" Sonny hurriedly expressed his gratitude, but a sense of doubt welled up in his heart.
He knew that the Duke Of St. Hilde had just been conferred a title by the Emperor, so the convoy should be returning to the Northern Frontier. But the problem was that the convoy wouldn't pass by Winterspring Town from Imperial Dragon City.
Of course, Sonny wouldn't take the liberty to voice the doubts in his heart. He just smiled and said, "I wonder if I can have the honor to meet Her Grace and thank her personally?"
"It's too late today. I'll ask around for you tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you very much!"
After watching the knight leave with large strides, Shawn fell into deep thought as he drank the hot soup his son gave him.
…
The next morning, the storm had stopped. The soldiers in the camp started a bonfire and started preparing breakfast.
Steam rose from the three large pots as a few fat Mongolian gazelles rolled around on the barbecue rack. Golden grease dripped into the bonfire and exploded into sparks. The alluring aroma made Grandto and his son swallow their saliva uncontrollably.
After the meat was cooked, the servants untied the gazelles from the grill and skillfully used a small knife to cut the tender meat into two exquisite silver plates. Two young and beautiful maids carried the silver plates and walked towards the most luxurious tent in the middle of the camp.
Hans stared at the maids' perky buttocks, while Sonny stared at the tent in the middle of the camp.
After breakfast, Sonny and Hans changed into clean clothes. After making sure that they didn't neglect anything, they patiently waited for the Duke to summon them.
Not long after, the knight who led them into the camp last night came over and led them to the tent in the middle of the camp.
Under Hans' curious and eager gaze, the two maids opened the tent's curtain and a delicate leather boot stepped out first. Then, a graceful figure came into Hans' sight. When the snow-white hand touched the curtain, Hans finally saw the face of the owner of the hand.
Then, the sixteen-year-old boy was stunned.
Her golden hair was coiled into an elegant upper-class bun, and her blue eyes were even deeper than sapphires. Her delicate nose was like jade, and her lips were as red as fire. There was a faint smile on her fair face, and as her eyes moved, Hans' mind became blank.
He had long heard that the Dukes Of The North was a stunning beauty. However, even though he had imagined her face countless times, it could not be compared to seeing her in person.
Hans stared blankly at Vera as she walked out of the tent. He just wanted to crawl in front of her, kiss her feet, and praise her with the most beautiful poems.
Unfortunately, this beauty did not even notice the silly boy from the Grantu family. Instead, her left hand was holding the hand of another handsome boy behind her!
Hans' heart was immediately consumed by jealousy. Of course, he knew that this handsome young man should be the husband of the Dukes Of The North — Viscount Angley. However, Hans could not help but wonder why this goddess-like person was not holding his hand?
Sonny looked at his son who was standing still and staring blankly at him. He knew that his son's old habit was acting up again. Therefore, he quickly stepped forward and blocked his son's rude gaze. He then bowed and greeted:
"Honorable Duke Of St. Hilde, honorable Viscount Angley, thank you for lending a helping hand last night. Your kindness is as dazzling as the sun!"
Colin looked at the two people in front of him with great interest, especially the middle-aged man who claimed to be a scholar — Sonny Grantu.
In fact, the Grantu family was not a prominent family. The title of the family was only a baron, and their fief was only a small town in the Flaming Flame Territory — Winterspring Town.
If not for the fact that the Prime Minister, Baron Heidegger, had secretly asked Colin to go to Winterspring Town and said that there would be unexpected gains there, Colin would not have deliberately taken a detour to come to such a small town.
Along the way, Colin had been guessing what was in Winterspring Town that the Prime Minister of the Empire had to pay attention to. Now that he coincidentally met Scholar Sonny, Colin suddenly had an idea.
Scholar, this was a title that only graduates of the White Tower Academy could have. It might not be as noble as the title of a noble, but in Colin's heart, it was actually more important.
"Scholar Sonny, you don't have to be so polite. Actually, we are also on our way to Winterspring Town to visit Baron Grantu, and we hope that you can introduce us to him. "
Colin chuckled as he chatted with Scholar Sonny. From the corner of his eye, he saw two small figures running toward them quickly.
"Good morning, Sister Vera! Good morning, Teacher! " Prince Harrison and Princess Judy greeted Vera first before they looked at Sonny and his son curiously. It seemed that they felt that the guests in the campsite were somewhat familiar.
To his surprise, Scholar Sonny actually took the initiative to greet the two little fellows. "Prince Harrison, Princess Judy!"
Colin raised his eyebrows in surprise. He did not expose Harrison and Judy's true identity, and he also believed that the guards in the campsite would not reveal such information to two strangers.
Unless, this Scholar Sonny already knew Harrison and Judy.
Prince Harrison nodded in return. His little face was full of doubt as he asked, "You are?"
Scholar Sonny smiled slightly, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Your Highness, I am Sonny Grantu. Perhaps you don't remember, but five years ago, I was the Minister of Agriculture of the Empire."
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