Dalton pulled up the door and left the lord alone in the study. He originally needed to send Dewet to the bedroom and arrange his knights to stand guard, but now he has no chance - Dewet's affairs are so busy that he can't sleep well, and the study becomes a new bedroom. Compared to Sir Laurent who was in a difficult situation, he didn't know which of the two is better.

His adjutant stood on the side of the study. "Master Shadow Teeth." He lowered his head slightly, his expression stiff.

Few people can recite syllables for the elves. Dalton spent a while teaching Deweet to complete his name. Now he felt that he would not have the patience. The night elves are different from humans. Dalton had never seen a mixed-race child live to adulthood: the tribes have countless ways to find these "mixes" and then throw them into the bottomless cloud well to feed the lizards. When executed, all tribesmen have to witness it. After so many years of leaving the Horn of Darkness, he still fantasizes that the baby's lilac skin was torn apart by sharp teeth and his red tongue rolled up with flesh and blood. The illusion is so terrifying that when Deweet was adult, Dalton held his sword all night outside his room.

This stupid thing later made him laugh at for two weeks. Human rumors were just rumors and there was no need to pay more attention, but Dalton could see that Dewet was deeply injured because of this, but he had to express his comfort. My actions emphasized that he was a mixed-race child, and Dewet was full of hatred for his identity. The court knight thought for a long time before he understood that sometimes his patience and attention were unnecessary.

Maybe now it was. Dalton was at a loss when facing women, but he was good at dealing with men. He could tell at a glance that his adjutant wanted to speak but stopped. "What?" he asked.

"Just just now, sir, a brother saw Irving bringing a woman in from the side door of the castle."

"From the town?"

"Yes. But I don't think she's a prostitute."

She didn't necessarily think so herself. Dalton followed DeWitt to Knights Bay, and once witnessed the maids around the lord three times in two weeks. He could not understand this aspect, but could not give any advice - because this is usually something you want. No matter whether she is a prostitute or not, how many people in the Iron Claw City hate DeWitt's deep-sea bloodline, how many people are willing to offer beautiful maids to please him. But now Dalton is engaged to Ingrid, and the Count is still alone... Of course, he will never sleep alone.

"Women can dress up," he told the adjutant, "It depends on what kind of person she is going to sleep with. There is one thing you have to remember, Grady, that is, the girl from a good family will not come to Chaosheng Castle in the middle of the night."

Another guard turned his head and snickered, and the face of the Knight Grady was a little red.

"Put your attention on guard, Grady." Dalton patted his shoulder armor.

"I can't blame me, sir." He responded in a silence, "Everyone knows you are going to marry Miss Ingri-"

"As a guard, you know so much!"

"——And I have to make sure that it is not the assassin who climbs onto the Lord's sheets." Grady finished speaking.

Even Dalton had to admit that there was still some reason. Although he suspected that the other party had been holding it in for too long, humans were like this.

His bedroom is next to the lord's bedroom, so that if an assassin thinks a wall separation can play a role, he can let the other party experience the power of the curse sword. When Dalton sleeps, he will put his weapon under his head and be ready to hold it tightly at any time. At this moment, he is still awake and pulls it out to observe.

Ingrid's skills in maintaining weapons were more exquisite than he imagined: the sword body was dark purple in the night sky, the fine spells were engraved all over the side walls, but they were still smooth when touched; the handguard on the handle was corrected, and the magic pattern that was polished was removed; the amethyst at the tail was magnificent and fatal, enough to ensure that toxins were injected into the flesh and blood at the moment when the spikes slashed the skin. Dalton gently waved it, steel penetrated the candle flame, but the halo was calm. This was a mysterious magic sword, and the captain of the guard thought that he would use it, and only the night elves would protect it. Once someone was stabbed by the tip, only the gods and me could save them, and even Ingrid could do it.

The lord did not return to the bedroom, but when Dalton heard him open the door and drove the guard away, he knew that he was going to get out of work. Then there was a gentle pace, the sound of the skirt dragging on the blanket, and the silly words between men and women. The Bay Earl would not be moved by these women, just as Dalton never thought of finding a human wife.

The senses of the high ring mystery have long been strengthened to a terrible level by magic. Dalton can even distinguish the girl's weight and height. The size of the night elf is slightly different from that of humans. He judged that the new maid was taller than Ingrid, but his weight was very close. This means that she did not carry any weapons. For unnecessary worries, Dalton told himself that Irving must have searched beforehand. He could not help but think of the night he spent with Ingrid on the beach, and he suddenly lost all sleepiness.

Soon the door of the study closed, and Grady continued to return to the door with the guards, waiting for the next shift to the next shift. Dalton could not hear the sound in the study, he was not interested in peeping at the lord's night, even though DeWit had never guarded him. I hope that the girl could stay in the castle for a longer time, and the thought flashed through her mind before she fell asleep, rather than being driven away like Ummy and Lily. I would never drive Ingri away, and the night elves would never betray their companions.

The next day he woke up in the sound of rain. The gardener brought him a pansy and asked the captain of the guard to send the letter to the lord's study. Since DeWitt got angry last time, the gardener has been afraid that he would be so scared. However, Dalton has no time to scold the other party for his courage. Good news is waiting for the count, the commander of the fleet, Laurent Wigg, finally surrendered to them.

"His awareness is so slow." Dewet Hearn yawned and complained, and he seemed not as surprised as Dalton imagined. Perhaps for a qualified lord, it was a matter of course to remain calm in the face of change.

The leader Dalton immediately set off for Chaosheng Castle as planned, but changed his mind before leaving. "I'll go with you." He suddenly said.

"Please don't cause trouble for me, sir. And it's raining outside."

"I like rainy days, don't forget who I am. As for the burden, as I say, it is your responsibility to deal with possible troubles around me. I bet Giles will come and force me to sign the documents again today. Can you deal with him?"

“This will mess up your plans.”

"That's all. Get out of here and go and arrange it." Dewet sent him away.

Dalton had to do so. He had never been able to change any of DeWit's decisions, nor did he need to change. As a guard Knight, he was qualified, at least in the human kingdom of Eastman, no one could harm the Count while he was still alive. The previous advice was out of caution, but he was fully capable of taking possible risks.

Now he had to instruct Grady to prepare the Lord's mount.

Chaosheng Castle does not have as long history as Dragon Cave, but it looks decades older than the latter. Heavy rains are like slamming stone walls and glass, and the chandeliers on the vaults are shaking. The strong winds seem to uproot the fortress on the coast and roll them into the waves of the Sea of ​​Songs. Dalton has no sense of the dryness and moistness of the weather. Anyway, there is magic to shelter from the rain and wind, and the harsh climate can also stop the bandits. He crossed a deer head hanging on the wall, and then turned around and met a guest in front of a half-portrait carved by whale bones.

"You got up so early, Lord Witch of Destiny. Is it bad to rest?"

"Just the opposite." The Chloe's masked witch's voice was pleasant, and her veil was even more imaginative. "I've been resting for too long."

Her shoulders and long skirt were dark purple, and for a moment Dalton mistook her for Ingrid. Fortunately, her blue braid was so long that she could poke out of her cloak, and the round bell shaking silently at the ends of her hair, and the magic awakened him. I was not able to rest well, Dalton thought. This kind of mistake was not enough. "General Giles Arnald was ordered to meet all your requirements." He said carefully.

"He has the smell of blood, which is unpleasant."

"Maybe because he is a blood clan." Obviously the witch was not satisfied with the reception at Knights Bay. He needed to report to the lord for this matter, and maybe Dewet would hand over the job to Laurent Wigg. "I'm so sorry, he will not appear in front of you in the future." But that's what happened in the future. Where did this guy go now?

The witch's eyes were thorned on him. "You also have the smell of blood, the knight, stronger than the blood clan."

"This is the responsibility, yours." Maybe it's the smell of the blood clan, and the night elves are the enemies of those big bats.

"I hope you can stick to your own path."

"Of course I will."

"Your fate is not here, the night elves of Tinudal." She looked at his alien face, and her eyes passed by the curse sword around her waist, revealing a strange sympathy. "Can you tell me your name?"

It is rumored that astrologers can infer people's past and future based on their real names, and there is no secret to hide them. This statement has a big market in the mysterious realm, but Dalton is not worried. He is already the mystery of Gaohuan. Even Chloe's "Witch of Destiny" cannot see through his soul at a glance. As for his hometown, the clan name of the night elves is his hometown, and even Grady knows this.

"Dalton Shadow Tooth Nassanel." He replied.

"Mr. Shadow Teeth, you won't like Gilles, I know that." She seemed to smile slightly, "You hate each other. Are you right?"

"I didn't say that, sir."

"You are a pure night elves. Maybe I have dealt with your tribe members. They are familiar with demonic texts and curse poisons. I wonder how you have achieved poisons?"

Dalton didn't understand what she was going to express. "We don't follow human standards."

"As you are among humans, you should abide by their standards." The witch passed by Dalton, "This is very important. Of course, the enemy of the night elves will always be yours. I only remind you: there is blood flowing in your body, and it will tie you up... There are deadly toxins in the blood, which may be more difficult than spells."

A small uneasiness rose in his heart. "The blood clan's curse? Thank you for your warning, but I have never relaxed."

"I hope Otto favors you." The witch's back disappeared on the stairs.
Chapter completed!