White Dew Castle, Training Field.
When Marquis Vincent walked in, the competition in the field was nearing its end.
With a shout, a rich holy light enveloped the field like mercury, and then the three knights of the House of Saint Prospero fell to the ground in a sorry state.
Clap clap clap!
Marquis Vincent clapped his hands and walked closer, exclaiming: "Sister, you should have already advanced to the sixth step, right?"
In the field, Anna put away her sword and bowed to the three knights in front of her.
The youngest daughter of the Duke of Saint Prospero was wearing a magic armor made of fine gold. The design of the armor not only highlighted her graceful figure, but also her flexibility. The surface of the armor was engraved with complex magic patterns, looking exquisite and gorgeous.
Powerful, beautiful, and valiant, these qualities were perfectly interpreted by this female knight. The charm and aura she displayed made Marquis Vincent slightly absent-minded.
"Not yet. I always feel like I'm missing something. "Anna turned her head and smiled at her brother, replying.
"Don't worry, you are still young." Marquis Vincent gently consoled her, "In this generation of the House of Saint Prospero, you are the one with the most hope to advance to the Saint Domain."
Anna nodded, not saying anything.
She had heard similar words too many times, but every time she heard such words, she would only feel a heavy pressure.
The Eastern Region had not given birth to a Saint Knight for nearly a hundred years, and this embarrassment had gradually become the shame of the House of Saint Prospero.
And she, who had shown her talent as a knight early on, carried the hope of the family, and even the people of the Eastern Region.
But this kind of pressure made the young Anna gradually feel breathless.
However, Anna was also very sensible, no matter how great the pressure was, she never slacked off.
When the other noble ladies were drinking tea and admiring flowers, she was practicing martial arts. When the other noble ladies were dressing up and wearing beautiful dresses, she was always wearing armor.
She understood that she could not let down the expectations of her family, she could not waste her talent, but she also hoped that someone could understand her, and not only see her as a tool to achieve the revival of her family.
Therefore, Anna thought of someone else when she heard Marquis Vincent's encouraging words.
The only person in the House of Saint Prospero who had never said such words to her was her second brother, the Earl Of Avon.
Not only had the Earl Of Avon never said anything like that to Anna, but he also often dragged her around to play. Although the Duke of Saint Prospero had repeatedly reprimanded his second son and warned him not to disturb Anna's training, Anna liked this kind of indulgence because it greatly relieved her psychological pressure.
Therefore, Anna and Evan had always been very close.
When the Earl Of Avon was ordered to go to Silvermoon City, Anna had sneaked out with him.
However, after she returned, the Duke of Saint Prospero placed her under house arrest.
After such a long time, Anna's young heart had long been restless, and coupled with the fact that she had encountered a bottleneck on the path of martial arts, Anna could not help but ask.
"Brother, is there still no news of Evan?"
Marquis Vincent shook his head and said, "Not yet. However, I can roughly guess where he is now. "
"Where?" Anna's eyes lit up, and she quickly asked.
Marquis Vincent smiled and said, "Tinder City."
"Tinder City?" Anna thought carefully and seemed to have reacted. "Then when will he come back?"
"I don't know." Marquis Vincent shrugged.
Anna was a little disappointed, but there was a hint of restlessness hidden in the depths of her eyes.
Marquis Vincent seemed to have caught this hint of restlessness, and immediately reminded her, "Don't think of running out to find him! Otherwise, if father finds out, who knows how long you will be locked up again. "
"I won't." Anna said with a little guilty conscience.
Marquis Vincent seemed to believe her. He nodded and turned to leave the martial arts field.
He went all the way back to his residence. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a small figure running towards him with unsteady steps.
"Father!"
Marquis Vincent smiled and picked up his son, kissed him a few times, and reached out to scratch under his armpits for a while, causing the little guy to giggle and beg for mercy.
The Marquise looked at this warm scene with a smile on her face, but the worry in her eyes could not be concealed.
Marquis Vincent walked over and kissed his wife's forehead, then ordered the maids in the room, "All of you are dismissed."
The Marquise seemed to have realized something. After the maids left, she could not help but ask,
"Vincent, is there news of father?"
The Marquise's so-called father was Count Hall.
During this period, the Marquise had been living in fear.
Although there was no conclusion as to what had happened in Alfalfa City, some bad rumors had already spread in White Dew City.
Moreover, the Hall Family's sudden betrayal and destruction of the House of Saint Prospero's fleet was an undeniable fact.
The reason why the Duke of Saint Prospero had not convicted the Hall Family was mainly because he was afraid of the Hall Family's fleet.
The Nu Shui River was too important for the Eastern Region. Even if there was a glimmer of hope to win back the Hall Family, the House of Saint Prospero would not easily give up.
They would not do anything to push the Hall Family to the Northern Frontier.
But for the members of the Hall Family in White Dew City, this was a torment.
Marquis Vincent pressed his wife's shoulder and gently squeezed it, comforting her, "Not yet, but you don't have to worry, I have already made arrangements."
The Marquise shook her head and said, "You are hiding everything from me and unwilling to tell me anything, how can I be at ease?"
"It's not that I am hiding it from you, but the time is not right …"
"When will it arrive?" The Marquise could no longer suppress her anxiety.
"Soon." Marquis Vincent put his son back in his wife's arms and whispered in her ear, "I hope you can go back to the Hall Manor tonight and tell your family that if a knight in red armor comes looking for you, immediately follow him!"
"A knight in red armor?" The Marquise's voice was trembling, not knowing whether it was because of excitement or fear.
But just as she was about to ask for more details, Marquis Vincent pressed his finger on her lips and said, "Don't ask anything else.
"Don't ask about anything else. Knowing too much won't do you any good."
"But …"
"Do you trust me?" Marquis Vincent hugged his wife's slender waist and asked in a deep voice.
The Marquise stared into her husband's eyes and did not speak for a long time.
It was not until her son in her arms could no longer bear the loneliness and began to twist that she came back to her senses.
"Of course I trust you."
Marquis Vincent let out a long breath and said, "Then do as I say. Rest assured, your Hall Family will be fine."
"Okay."
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