"There are always some pretentious people who think they can break the rules without punishment." Tracy sat down, her pure white petticoat falling down her knees, and every wrinkle stretched straight by gravity.

The Duke picked up the teacup, and the coffee was still steaming. She took a sip without changing her face, making DeWitt unable to see how hot the thing was.

"But in fact, what these people have obtained is just self-satisfaction in the rebellious period. Mature nobles should not pursue illusory ideals, because the soul cannot exist without the body. When it burns too much, it will force itself into a dead end. If it abandons it, it will stand still."

Duke Wiggins reminded, "So, we must know how to balance. Between the royal family and the nobles, the nobles and the lords, and the superiors and the corporals... it is not too pressing too much, nor is it completely relaxed."

"Same, when faced with different suggestions, we must make a decision carefully when we have to choose between gain and loss. What did we trade losses for gain? Don't forget your purpose-"

The boy rubbed the carpet with his forefoot, and he asked uneasily: "Even if he made the wrong choice?"

"Sometimes you can only learn to compromise." Tracy said gently, "Whether it is right or wrong depends on your purpose, DeWitt, right or wrong is also relative."

Viscount Hearn didn't know whether his upcoming lord of Knights Bay was right for him, but no one cared about his wishes. It was just that the young man didn't know why the Duke's call for him to meet alone, but now he finally understood.

People only care about whether their choice is correct or not, and do not care about others.

So Dewet replied, "I understand, Aunt Tracy."

Tracy wanted to say something else, because she had to let the child with half of the Wiggins bloodline serve as a wedge to stabilize the East, so that the territory of the kingdom was under control. But then the door suddenly rang and a voice came:

"Mr. Duke, Her Majesty the Queen wants to see you."

Dewet felt a faint joy, his face remained silent, looking at his aunt with gray-green eyes, and focusing his attention as much as possible on the cause of the emergencies, showing curiosity and confusion.

The unaware of the Siye Grand Duke ended the conversation, or a one-sided admonition. She meticulously covered the lid of the teacup, her black and brown hair was elegantly and obedient, and she was not confused at all when she got up.

"Just here, DeWitt, I don't want to receive news of your being deceived and constrained in your territory in two months. As a descendant of the Wiggins family, you must be able to afford this glory."

Viscount Hern watched the eldest daughter leave.

"What glory do I have?" The young nobleman turned his head and looked at the goldware in the corner. His shadow reflected on the smooth curved surface, and his gray-green eyes symbolizing the ocean and his curly brown hair like soil were clearly visible at a glance. Dewet felt humiliated.

He murmured to himself, "This is not what I want."

The castle corridor was covered with a red carpet, and the electrical lights on the walls were very stable. As soon as the young lord of Knights Bay pulled the door, he heard the same door lock sound coming from behind him. He couldn't help but look up.

"What a coincidence, Master Dewet." The person opposite said first. He showed an exaggerated smile, and the crown on his head was almost falling off. The wealth in the West made him dress particularly fancy, with the gems on his waist and the sword colorful, and the Iris family emblem shining.

The territory of Messetori is smooth and has a fertile territory of thousands of miles. In addition, the Golden Bird River that runs across the entire territory and goes straight into the Knights Bay, the economic prosperity of Feiying City has always made it difficult for other feudal territories in the Kingdom to reach. Even Tracy's Four-Leaf South Territory has been able to match it in recent years.

Dewet understood a little why the royal family chose to reconcile with Messetori. As Tracy said, this is the practice of "knowing the current affairs", and the kingdom needs wealth from the Western Frontier.

At this moment, the owner of these wealth had a inferior cigarette between his fingers. God knows why he liked this kind of thing, but DeWitt believed that the reason was not low taste.

"Mr. Tiwin," said the young man. Since the other party did not call him lord, Dewet naturally had to return with courtesy. He was no less than any noble in terms of status, even if Queen Frevia always ignored him.

The Duke of Cigarette did not show any offense. He was different from most nobles, as if he didn't care about his face at all. But in DeWitt's impression, Duke Tiwen was once furious about something, which shows that he was only focusing on different points than ordinary people, not without temper.

"Knights Bay, it's a great place." Tiwen held a cigarette in his mouth, and the corridor was filled with mist. "There are no monsters or beasts, and they are not close to any country. Well... the transportation is convenient and there are relatively rich marine specialties."

"Mr. Tiwin."

"how?"

"What's the point of doing?"

Tyven Messetori lowered her head and finally looked at the young Count. He had a face similar to the queen and the dark hair unique to the Wiggins family. He also inherited some scales that his father could breathe underwater. He was born to be the lord of the Knights Bay.

Of course, temper is also a lineage of the Four Leaf family.

"Chloita sent an envoy to Eastman." Tiwen leaned against the wall, with the wall light above his head. "And the envoy immediately went to the Four-Leaf Corps. It seemed that something should have happened in the wilderness, which is really worth looking forward to."

Dewet could not have known the meaning of the messenger's representative. The mystery of the empty realm is unimaginable to Eastman. It is just a type of country established before the Battle of the Saints.

His heart was shocked, the territory of the Wiggins family?

"Maybe the Tower of Sky found something good there. Of course, it may also be that the messenger prefers Siyeyuan... What did he look for?"

Tiwen casually guessed that he himself did not believe the latter reason. The southern region is a resort for people to take a vacation in Yanyue, but he had never heard of any great magician or paladin in the Avatar that needed to escape the summer heat.

However, the most common Chloita is astrologer. These mysterious creatures are different from the charlatans who should be on the stolen frame. The sun will not let them be dehydrated... unless they are a shallow sea fishman.

It seems that Her Majesty the Queen invited Duke Tracy to discuss the matter because of this matter. Dewet replied: "You can ask Duke Wiggins, I'm sorry I don't know."

"I hate cats." Tiwen blew the ashes, his tone was still scattered, with a kind of boring arrogance. Viscount Hern couldn't help but show disgust, but he didn't realize anything or notice it.

What do you like?

Dewet said coldly: "I can't help but do anything, Mr. Tiwen. I'm about to visit my pet. I believe you won't be willing to be with me, so I'm out of company."

He came out of a hazy mist and passed by the Duke of the West. The boy took a deep breath and felt that his throat seemed to be filled with smoke and dust particles, so he couldn't help but cough twice around the corner.

At this time, he could hear the young grand duke say to his back: "The nameless man appears in the Knights Bay, you should be more attentive. Good luck, Prince Hearn."

Dewet's pace lost for a moment. He didn't look back or say anything, acting as if he hadn't heard it.

Tiwen threw away the cigarette butts and crushed the ashes on the red carpet with his soles. He looked up at the Wiggins family's lounge and smiled happily.

...

After passing the dark forests and winding roads, Uriel finally stood at the foot of the castle. The tranquility here sets off the chaos in the distance, and the leaves of the forest are like floating waves.

A whistle came from above.

"Who?" the guard soldier poked his head and asked.

"I am a mercenary of Knox, and the messenger of Chloita asked me to report the message."

The apprentice had already thought of the explanation on the road, and he was not panicked at this time. Due to Victor, the Knox Mercenary Group enjoyed a special status in the Four Leaf Leadership. Ulier didn't know this, but he knew that Mr. Ez should have been named in the Wiggins family, and there would be no mistake in pulling the mercenary group's flag.

Anyway, no one came out to expose his lies. As long as he entered the castle, he could have another set of rhetoric.

Joey threw the token of the Tower of Sky - an emblem, to him. Uriel hung it on his chest, injected a little magic into it, and a bright light lit up on the golden star pattern.

"Get back a little, the city gate is about to open." Because the ice sword he was carrying showed his identity as a mysterious creature and with the emblem of the Tower of the Sky, the guard believed Uriel without hesitation.

There is still a distance between the walls of Frost Leaf Castle and the inner castle. The patrolling knights are marching in line. People are doing their work in an orderly manner. The sound of the collision of armor seems to be in a neat rhythm.

When the apprentice walked into the Frost Leaf Fort through the wide gate, he felt like he was in a dream, with his hands and feet cold for the first time in his life.

But when he thought he had passed the level, he saw a knight stopping at the end of the road. The other party was holding an iron spear, and the armor on his body was as bright as water. When he saw the apprentice, he frowned: "Are you a mercenary of Knox? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Uriel had a premonition that something was wrong, but he had to bite the bullet and said, "I don't think you'll ever see every member of the Knox Mercenary Group."

"Of course I've seen it." Unexpectedly, the Knight slapped and retorted without hesitation: "The mercenaries of Knox are not all mysterious people, but they are all excellent adventurers - son, how many mountains can you climb?"

Am I discovered?

The apprentice's heart was thrilled at first, and then he felt that this guy was picking on the eggs.

The mysterious creatures have magical help. Even if they are not physically fit, they have not seen Ez and Joey exercise all day long. Uriel raised the sword in his hand - this ice weapon is as heavy as steel of equal volume, because Joey is not simply shaped into ice, otherwise the sword will never show the sharpness of cutting iron like mud.

It is a magic weapon.

Uriel suddenly became happy and realized that this was probably a temptation. Adventurers were not a popular profession among nobles, and the retainers of the nobles also had headaches: Adventurers are mostly mysterious creatures, but they are not as ruthless as civilians, and this is even more so for large mercenaries.

Obviously, this knight was suspected of being subjectively influenced by subjective excuses from prejudice or a darker mentality. Even if Ulier was really a mercenary of Knox, no, perhaps it was because he believed this set of rhetoric that he unconsciously wanted to deliberately stop him.

According to the apprentice's plan, this paragraph shouldn't have happened.

However, there is always a kind of person in the world who can handle it properly even if he has no experience when he comes into contact with new things or encounters new situations-

"In fact, I can carry this sword when I climb the mountain." The apprentice replied. Since the other party stood up for personal reasons, the matter was easier to deal with.

He tried his best to calm himself down and erect his chest to make the Sky Emblem more eye-catching: "This knight master, when you are guarding the door or the corner of the street with your dusty weapons in your hands, the adventurer has already hidden beside the monster's nest-"

The expression of the Knight is not very good: "We perform our duties, which is the noble mission of being a Knight. But you are always the one who breaks the rules. Lord Victor has to deal with no less than three fights about adventurers every day."

"If you could focus your extra energy on business, the reputation of adventurers would not be worse than that of businessmen."

It seems that things are not serious.

When Uriel heard the words of the Knight, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He found that the other party was just dissatisfied and had not yet risen to the point of hatred.
Chapter completed!