On the way back to the Kurfürst Palace from the Nur Military Factory, Laing, Al Frey, and Ingrid rode outside on horses, while Suria and Emilia hid in the carriage. The female knight preferred to ride a horse, but Emilia seemed to be pestering Suria, so Suria had no choice but to stay in the carriage with her.
Ingrid was still laughing without a care for her image. The female Norska seemed to think that the mechanical horse exploding on the spot was enough for her to laugh for the entire day, so she laughed nonstop for the entire journey. The horse she was sitting on was just an ordinary warhorse, and it was panting under the weight of the female Norska's burly body. Since Ingrid kept laughing, the warhorse bent over in a few minutes, indicating that it couldn't take it anymore.
The female Norska didn't care. She jumped off the horse and carried it on her shoulder. Then, she trotted and caught up with Laing and the others.
This funny scene made the Nur residents, Laing, and Emilia's guards frown, wondering why this female Norska was so embarrassing. This was Nur!
Laing didn't care. Instead, he smiled at Al Frey and said, "Al, do you know the three literary heroes of Tyrell?"
"The three literary heroes?" Al Frey was a bit confused. This Templar Knight Captain was quite cultured, but he wasn't particularly knowledgeable. After thinking for a while, Al Frey shrugged. "Leonardo is one of them?"
"Yes, Leonardo is one." Laing nodded with a smile. "What about the other two?"
"I don't know. Tell me, my good friend." Al Frey was very straightforward.
"The three literary heroes of Tyrell are Leonardo da Milagliano, Michelangelo Grotier, and Raphael Limas." Laing nodded with a smile on his face. "Apart from Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael didn't have good endings."
"Those who indulge in art can't be good people." Al Frey wasn't surprised at all.
"Among the three of them, Raphael had the shortest lifespan. He was originally a talented painter who left behind countless precious paintings. However, due to excessive indulgence, he began to suffer from recurring nightmares when he was only thirty-seven years old and caught a cold. After a few days of high fever, Raphael was the first to pass away."
"Then there's Michelangelo Grottir. This sculptor's life has been smooth sailing from his early years to his middle age. He's an honored guest of the various cities in Tyrell and has created a large number of sculptures. He alone represents the pinnacle of sculpture art and has influenced the Old World for four hundred years." Laing nodded and smiled. "But something happened in his later years. Back then, the Milmidian Shrine of the Goddess of War invited Michelangelo to paint the dome of the shrine and offered him three thousand crowns. Michelangelo gladly agreed and was asked to paint a picture of the Goddess of War leading her knights in a heroic battle."
"But when the work was accepted, the people of the Goddess of War were stunned because Michelangelo secretly painted two thousand naked girls on the dome." Laing smiled playfully. "In the end, not only did Michelangelo not receive his salary, he was also exiled to the Pirate Duchy of Satusa. But I heard that he later made a living by painting and sculpting pirates. It was said that he lived quite well and only passed away when he was a hundred years old."
"That's too perverted." Al- Frey showed an indignant expression. "Only in the southern countries would there be such a relaxed atmosphere. If he was in the Empire or Brittany, I can guarantee that he would've been burned at the stake before he could finish."
"Only in Tyrell would this master sculptor dare to do something like that." Leon held the reins and said, "Don't underestimate him. He is very smart. To him, the highest palace of art is his pursuit, not wealth."
"Hmph, it's all the same." Al- Frey was still brooding over this matter.
"Laing, where did you hear this story?" Emilia's small face peeked out of the carriage's window. The Empire's countess was a little displeased and embarrassed. "Why do you always remember such anecdotes so clearly?"
"Humans are far more receptive and sensitive to negative information than positive information." Laing looked at the sky. "There's nothing we can do about it."
"Is that so? But I don't think that's why you remember this matter. "Emilia said with ill intentions." Am I right? Father of the child? "
"Uh …" Laing was a little embarrassed. He coughed twice. "Emilia, you weren't like this before."
"Hahaha …" Suria couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. The female knight hugged Emilia's waist from behind. Her bouncy soft breasts pressed down on Emilia, making her unable to speak. Suria smiled. "Actually, I'm quite envious of Lady Veronica and Lady Teresa. They once went on an adventure with Laing. It's a precious memory. Emilia, you're lucky, but I've never gone on an adventure with Laing. Even if I want to, it's hard to get the chance now."
"You're right!" Frey was also interested. "Speaking of which, I also like the days of adventure, not now. I'm not saying that it's not good now. I just think that experience is more interesting."
"Adventure is a means, not an end." After hearing this, Ryan smiled faintly, "To be more specific, if you don't really want to be a mercenary or an adventurer for your whole life, after adventuring for a long time, you will either die or become disabled, or sooner or later, you will have your own noble title and territory."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Even if it was an ordinary mercenary, if they could survive endless wars and adventures for five years, ten years, or even twenty years, it would prove the strength of the mercenary. Some nobles wouldn't be stingy with giving them the title of Knight or Knight. Once they had the title of Knight, it would be impossible for them to go out adventuring.
Laing was like that. It was not impossible for him to go on an adventure now, but what kind of price would he have to pay to get this duke to help him? The champion of the Chosen of the Lake Fairy and a Sanctuary powerhouse?
Now Laing did not even need to fight personally in many situations.
"So, I used to be an adventurer, until I got an arrow in my knee." Laing laughed.
This sentence was widely circulated among the mercenaries of the Old World, but in fact, the original meaning of this sentence wasn't that retired mercenaries were all crippled or that the mercenaries' knees were especially weak. In fact, "an arrow in the knee" meant kneeling on one knee to propose marriage. It meant that the mercenary had a family and couldn't casually go out on adventures.
Just like Laing himself.
"Not just one arrow, you got a lot of arrows!" Emilia grumbled resentfully. "Laing, you're really a bastard. Why didn't your knee get shot? Why can you still ride a horse? "
"Hahahaha!" Laing laughed loudly, not minding.
Duke Musillon was one of the first twelve Knights of the Holy Grail and the rightful heir of "Victor" Landuin. If he did not even have such tolerance and self-restraint, how could Laing be chosen by Landuin?
It could only be said that it would take some time for the Countess of the Empire to vent her resentment.
… I am the dividing line of the eight virtues of a knight …
At the same time, in the Kurfürst's palace in Nur, where Laing was temporarily staying.
Head Maid Sylvia's face was flushed red. She looked very serious as she loudly ordered the servants to clean the room. She looked rather imposing, but from her expression, one could tell that she was actually very excited.
Her father was coming back.
"Hurry up, President Oliver has already entered the city." Sylvia ordered loudly. She paced back and forth in the room until she heard a cold voice with a hint of playfulness.
"You are very happy, master's head maid." Olica, the dark elf, was wearing a black-and-white maid outfit, white tights, black pointy heels, and a black trench coat. She stood aside, ignoring Sylvia's order.
The head maid, however, could do nothing about Olica. As the head maid, she could control all the servants in the castle, but not Olica. As Laing's personal maid, Olica had always been responsible only for Laing. "If you don't want to do anything, go back to your room. Don't stand here and hinder us!"
"Wow, our head maid is so powerful now?" There was a smile on Olica's coquettish face. She curled her lips and stared at Sylvia with her amber eyes. "Did you forget something?"
"You!" Sylvia suddenly remembered something. The head maid was both embarrassed and angry. "What do you want?!"
"What I want to tell you is, don't use your superficial understanding to understand what I'm doing." Olica shook her head and looked at Sylvia as if she was looking at an idiot. "You know nothing about magic!"
"If it's Laing's order, then do it. If it's your duty, then do it." Sylvia's temper rose. "But please don't hinder me right now."
"Wow, your father is finally back. You're very excited, aren't you?" Olica tied her black hair behind her head. "Do you want me to set off fireworks for you?"
Sylvia finally gave up pestering Olica. The head maid soon ordered the servants brought by Suria to clean up the whole suite. In a few minutes, Oliver, the chairman of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce, came to the Kurfürst Palace with two Lost Hunters and a middle-aged man. Because they had been informed in advance, Oliver and the others were immediately allowed to enter after a simple inspection.
The middle-aged man had golden-brown hair and a simple goatee. He had the unique air of a scholar. He was wearing a simple white shirt, a red vest, and a brown windbreaker. The bottom of his brown pants had been washed until they were a bit white. Faced with the luxurious Kurfürst Palace in front of him, he seemed rather uncomfortable and a bit upset. "It's been more than ten years, and I still have to rely on Sylvia to return to the south. But where is my place?"
"Mr. Vincent, I have to say that you are much better than I imagined." Oliver was still a bit fat, but he was much better than when he was at his fattest. The tycoon's clothes were as low-key as Vincent's, but judging from his face, Oliver had been living a good life in the past few years. His face was rosy and shiny. "I thought you would be more …"
The middle-aged man next to the tycoon was about 1.75 meters tall. He was thin but not weak. There were crow's feet at the corner of his eyes, but he did not look old. He was in good spirits and appeared to be in his forties.
"More down? Thinner? " The middle-aged man was naturally Vincent Van Housen, Sylvia's biological father. He said with a bitter smile, "I have to thank Mr. Kurfürst Wamir for that."
"Thank?" Oliver found it strange. Why would an ordinary diplomat from Brittany thank the local Kurfürst?
"The education level in Auster is not high." Vincent said with a bitter smile, "After I was sent to Auster, I was very down and out … Let's talk about it later."
"Okay!" Oliver nodded. The tycoon knew that Vincent wanted to talk to Laing face to face.
When the few of them walked to where Laing was staying, a scream with a strong whimper sounded. Vincent was stunned by the scream, and then he was knocked back a few steps. "Father! You are finally back! Sob … Father! "
"Sylvia?" Looking at the head maid who bumped into him, Vincent could barely recognize his daughter's face. He took a few seconds to confirm that the beautiful head maid in front of him was really his daughter.
With trembling hands, Vincent hugged Sylvia and patted her back softly. "It's okay, Sylvia. It's okay."
At this moment, Vincent, who had been in Oster for more than ten years, looked at Sylvia. This man who had suffered a lot and never once complained could not help but cry. He hugged his daughter tightly. "I'm back, Sylvia. I'm sorry …"
"It's okay. Welcome back! Father! "
About twenty minutes later, Laing brought a few people back to the Kurfürst's palace. Emilia had a lot of things to deal with, so she did not stay. Al- Frey pulled away Ingrid, who was very interested, and said that it was an internal matter of Laing. Therefore, when Laing returned to the big suite, only Laing and Suria were left.
Seeing Laing come in, the father and daughter who were chatting on the sofa immediately stood up. "My Duke!"
Vincent took the initiative to walk out. He bent down and bowed to Laing with sincerity and excitement on his face. Even his voice was trembling. "Thank you very much, Mr. Laing, Mrs. Suria. Thank you very much for giving me a chance to reunite with my family."
"It's okay. It's nothing." Laing took the initiative to shake hands with Vincent. Duke Muxilon said gently, "Mr. Vincent, you are Sylvia's father, and I am Suria's husband. After I learned about this, I made up my mind to help Sylvia. I was not strong enough before. Now that I can see you reunite with your daughter, it's great!"
"Laing …" Sylvia's eyes were filled with tears. The head maid was obviously touched. "Thank you."
Perhaps it was not a big deal for Laing right now, but for ordinary people, nobody would try to take Vincent back at the risk of infuriating François. Only Laing, and only Laing, dared to take the initiative to ask after defeating Heinrich Kemmler together with François.
After greeting each other, they sat down and enjoyed the afternoon tea by the fireplace. Olica served black tea and exquisite pastries for everybody to taste. Laing held his wife Suria's hand and smiled. "Mr. Vincent, I thought that you would be more …"
"More depressed? Thinner? " Vincent smiled bitterly. "Ah, well … There is a reason for that, my Duke."
"Please allow me to explain it slowly."
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