Winter City.
When the Earl Of Avon walked into the dining hall in the morning light, he saw that Shaliah had finished her breakfast and was wiping the corners of her mouth.
"Good morning, Shaliah. Why are you dressed so formally today?"
Shaliah was wearing a red off-the-shoulder dress today. Her hair was tied up high, and a sapphire necklace hung around her slender and fair neck. She looked elegant and beautiful.
She smiled at the Earl Of Avon and said, "Good morning, Evan. I'm going to visit the Duke Of St. Hilde at the Lion's Roar Castle today."
The Earl Of Avon frowned slightly.
Shaliah saw this and immediately said, "I know you don't want to alarm the House of Saint Hilde, but I don't want to continue searching without a clue. After all, this is the Northern Frontier. Without the help of the House of Saint Hilde, we won't be able to find Father's whereabouts. "
The Earl Of Avon sat down at the long table. There was already a sumptuous breakfast on the table. He wrapped the napkin in front of his chest and said with a smile, "Alright.
Since you've already made up your mind, I'll accompany you later. "
Shaliah was stunned. She thought that the Earl Of Avon would refute her, but she didn't expect him to agree without saying anything.
The Earl Of Avon saw his fiancée's stunned expression and said with a smile, "But I still have to remind you that the House of Saint Hilde might not be willing to help us.
Besides, even if they are willing, they might not be able to track the whereabouts of a Paladin. "
"I understand, but we have to try." Shaliah pursed her lips with a determined gaze.
The Earl Of Avon stopped persuading her and began to enjoy the breakfast in front of him.
Shaliah didn't say anything else. She lowered her head and looked at the hollow patterns on the tablecloth, deep in thought.
The dining hall regained its silence. Only the sound of knives and forks touching the plates could be heard.
But not long after, this silence was interrupted by a series of footsteps.
"My Lord, there's a Knight Wilbur outside asking for an audience."
The Earl Of Avon frowned slightly. He hesitated for a moment, but still nodded to the attendant. "Invite him in and bring him to the living room. I'll be there in a moment."
"Yes!"
Following that, Earl Of Avon sped up and quickly finished the beef patty. After drinking a few mouthfuls of milk, he put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said to Sariya, "I'm sorry.
"I'll go see Knight Webb first, then I'll accompany you to the Lion's Roar Castle."
Shaliya smiled gently and nodded. "Okay."
Earl Of Avon got up and left the dining room. He quickly walked to the living room, but as soon as he entered, he was stunned.
"Your Excellency!" Knight Webb immediately stood up and saluted. At the same time, a short figure beside him also stood up and saluted.
But the Earl Of Avon stared at the short figure and frowned. "Young Master Joyce, you shouldn't have come to my place."
The Earl Of Avon's cold gaze and words made Joyce feel a little helpless. He opened his mouth and said with grievance, "Your Excellency, if I had other ways, I wouldn't have come to you."
Knight Webb also hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, don't worry. We were very careful when we came out and didn't alert anyone. Also, they probably don't know that you live here, right? "
The Earl Of Avon sneered and sighed. "This is Chilly Winter City. Do you really think that our every move can be hidden from Count Angele?"
But then he waved his hand and said helplessly, "Forget it. Since you're already here, tell me what happened."
Joyce breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly recounted what had happened in the Agate Manor in full detail.
He kept emphasizing that he was innocent and that everything was set up by Prince Harrison.
The Earl Of Avon listened quietly and sighed again. "Joyce, if you didn't run back to Chilly Winter City overnight, you might have a chance to refute. But now, hehe, your behavior of running away will only confirm your guilty conscience, and then … wait for your reputation to be ruined. "
"Wh … What? But I didn't do anything at all? "
"If that's the case, then why did you run?" the Earl Of Avon asked coldly.
"But … But …" Joyce opened his mouth wide and stuttered for a long time, but he couldn't say anything.
The Earl Of Avon could no longer hide the disappointment in his eyes. He knew that Joyce was now completely useless.
Thus, he completely lost the desire to talk to Joyce and turned to leave.
Joyce saw this and hurriedly walked a few steps to the Earl Of Avon. He pulled his sleeve and begged, "Earl Of Avon, you must help me think of a way! Don't worry, as long as I can marry Princess Judy, I will definitely repay your kindness … "
The Earl Of Avon sneered and ignored Joyce, who was still daydreaming. He waved his sleeve and walked away in large strides.
Joyce turned his head and looked at Knight Wilbur as if he had lost a loved one.
However, Knight Wilbur was helpless at this time. The Earl Of Avon's attitude was too firm, and Wilbur knew that no matter how he persuaded, it would be useless.
At this time, he couldn't help but be disappointed in the third son of the Duke.
"Young Master Joyce, let's go back."
Knight Wilbur could only lead the despondent Joyce back to the Lion's Roar Castle.
After sending Joyes back to his room, Knight Webb was wondering if he should go find Arnold to discuss a plan. However, he saw a group of guards blocking his way.
"Knight Wilbur, Earl Angele invites you in."
"Earl Angele?" Knight Wilbur's heart skipped a beat. "He's back?"
"Yes, Earl Angele is waiting for you in the study. Please come in!"
Knight Wilbur suppressed the anxiety in his heart and entered the study surrounded by the guards.
"Please take a seat, Knight Wilbur." Colin seemed to be writing something. When he saw Wilbur enter, he looked up and casually ordered him.
Colin's attitude was very friendly, which made Knight Wilbur feel relieved. He sat down on the sofa.
After waiting for about five minutes, Colin finally finished writing and stood up slowly to Wilbur.
Wilbur quickly stood up and asked respectfully, "Earl Angele, what can I do for you?"
Colin laughed and said, "I've been busy recently, so I haven't asked you. Are you used to living in Chilly Winter City?"
"Of course, I was born here. I only moved to Imperial Dragon City when I was eight years old. But from the bottom of my heart, I've always regarded myself as a Northern Frontier Knight. "
"Well, that's good." Colin seemed to be relieved. Then, he took out a golden dagger from his waist and handed it to Wilbur.
Knight Wilbur took the dagger and asked curiously, "Earl Angele, what do you mean?"
"Do you recognize this dagger?"
"Yes." Wilbur nodded. "This is the symbol of the Northern Frontier Guardian's authority."
Colin smiled and said, "As the Northern Frontier Guardian, do I have the right to order you, a Northern Frontier Knight?"
"Of course."
"That's good." The smile on Colin's face became brighter. "I'll order you to cut off your left pinky."
"Wh … What?" Knight Wilbur froze on the spot and looked at Colin in disbelief.
However, Colin laughed and asked, "Didn't you hear me clearly? Do you need me to repeat it? "
Knight Wilbur's entire body turned cold as he realized that Colin wasn't joking.
"Why?" Wilbur asked with difficulty.
The smile on Colin's face did not change as he asked indifferently, "Don't you know the reason yourself?"
Wilbur opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything to refute.
He had never thought that Colin's revenge would come so quickly and without any concealment.
However, Wilbur realized that he couldn't resist at all.
In terms of authority, as the guardian of the Northern Frontier, Colin did have the right to restrain Knight Wilbur.
In terms of strength, Knight Wilbur clearly remembered that Colin had defeated him in one move back in Imperial Dragon City.
Only then did he realize that he had no room to resist in front of this young count.
With the golden dagger in his hand, it seemed that he could stab into the seemingly defenseless Count's chest with a light stab.
However, Knight Wilbur didn't dare.
"Knight Wilbur, do you have any doubts about my orders?" The smile on Colin's face disappeared, and his tone became cold.
Wilbur felt that he was immediately stared at by a terrifying gaze. He trembled from the bottom of his heart and didn't dare to delay any longer. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the golden dagger.
Chi!
Amidst a suppressed groan of pain, a severed finger landed on the white wool carpet. Dark red blood floated down like petals.
Colin nodded in satisfaction. He personally picked up the severed finger and handed it to Wilbur.
"Send this severed finger to Consul Sebas and write down the reason for this matter yourself."
Knight Wilbur covered the wound on his left hand tightly. His entire body trembled in pain, but he still replied respectfully.
"Yes!"
After that, Colin ignored him and sat back behind the desk.
Knight Wilbur placed the blood-stained golden dagger on the corner of the table and bowed respectfully. Then, he left the study as if he was fleeing.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
