Looking at the castle in front of him, which had no beauty, Viscount Boggs frowned slightly.

'A military building from hundreds of years ago was not elegant at all!' thought Viscount Boggs, 'and there is anyone who wants to live in such a place?'

The gate of the castle is not made of pure white white stone, there are no reliefs, and there is no gatekeeper, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, there is a sense of vulgarity and vulgarity, Viscount Boggs shook his head, sure enough, only barbarians will live here.

Only barbarians will worship a black dragon as their lord.

After a night's rest, feeling more tired, the coachman shook his sluggish arms and drove the horses into the majestic castle.

There is only one knight captain with him, this is Wende City, the main city of the Sad Wind Lord, and the place where the Duke of Sad Wind lives, so he doesn't need so many guards, so Viscount Boggs only brought this knight.

Viscount Boggs glanced at Baron Isaac, who was sitting opposite, and the other party with a pair of black-rimmed glasses actually closed the book, leaning back in the comfortable chair and closing his eyes, which made him a little surprised, and he thought that this colleague was ready to spend his life with books.

The convoy passed through the side door, and the drivers had to whip themselves to drive the tired horses, and even horses with the blood of Warcraft could hardly maintain their spirits after a month and a half of driving.

The whole team, except for Viscount Boggs, who seemed to be in good spirits, the rest of the people could not hide their tiredness.

Seeing them like this, Viscount Boggs, who was already not very good, was in a bad mood, because he felt that these people had made him lose face in front of the 'beast' who had just succeeded to the position of duke.

Fortunately, the good cultivation of the nobles did not make him lose his temper in public, but this feeling was not pleasant.

Baron Isaac held the spellbook in his arms, followed the spirited Viscount Boggs, and stepped into the 'Black Dragon's Lair'.

There was no damp and rancid air as expected, and there was even a faint scent of flowers in the air, which made Baron Isaac wonder if the illustrated book he had seen was wrong.

A deacon led the way, but the expected Long Wei did not feel it, and when the servants hurried by, Isaac did not see anything from the faces of these servants.

He wondered if the Black Dragon Lord was a dragon mage who was proficient in illusions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the parlor has arrived. ”

The deacon opened the door for them, and Viscount Boggs straightened his collar to make sure that he had a polite smile on his face, and walked in with Baron Isaac, and the rest of them had to stay outside the drawing room.

When he first walked in, Viscount Boggs was stunned for a moment, and wondered if the deacon just now had brought the wrong place, after all, in this kind of place, there was no need to expect a good deacon—the deacon just now, in addition to being serious, I am afraid that there was no other advantage, right?

Unlike the short-sighted Viscount Boggs, Baron Isaac had just walked into the parlor when he felt a sense of suffocation suddenly being thrown into the middle of the battlefield without any armor.

There were only a few simple tables and chairs in front of them, and they didn't need to look up to see the portrait—they didn't know which master had painted the portrait of the former Duke of Sorrowful Wind, the incomparably powerful Sorrowful Wind Sword Saint.

Especially those eyes, looking at those brown eyes, Baron Isaac even had a ridiculous feeling that the old duke was still alive and standing right in front of him!

On either side of the parlor were well-maintained armor after another—but the broken armor, no matter how well maintained, was still broken.

This one had a sunken helmet, the other had a torn breastplate, the farther one had a completely flattened leg armor that could only be supported by a shelf, and the one behind it was ......

On top of the armor, there are layers of weapon racks, but just like broken armor, these weapons are also broken.

Some are broken in half, some are curled, and some are ......

It didn't look like a parlor at all, more like a stingy aristocratic showroom, but looking at these 'broken copper and iron', Baron Isaac was terrified.

It has been more than 500 years since the Virtuous King Krylov I put down the rebellion, and in these 500 years, the style of the armor has changed twice, and there has been a transitional stage, but these armors are all here.

More than fifty pieces of torn armor, as well as hundreds of broken weapons, it was as if they were telling him about the history of the Sorrowful Wind Leader for more than 500 years.

Viscount Boggs didn't know what was going on in his colleague's mind, he just saw the painting - oh, I'm so sorry, he thought there was nothing left of the Sad Wind family, but now he didn't think so, this painting alone could double the value of the entire castle.

I thought there would be no more authentic works of Master Basso in this world, but I didn't expect to see one here, and it was a portrait of the old duke!

The illiterate court nobleman stood on tiptoe, looking at the portrait obsessively, and muttered, "It's so beautiful......

"Ahem!"

Viscount Boggs looked back in annoyance at the man who had disturbed his appreciation, only to see the 'nerdy' baron winking at him, and he remembered where he was, what he was, and what he was doing!

He found that the handsome man with two horns on his head was looking at him with interest, and even he felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly saluted the new Duke of Sorrowful Wind.

"Good day, Lord Duke. "I am the emissary of His Majesty Krylov III, Viscount Boggs, who have come to congratulate you on your succession, and this one by my side is my assistant, the deputy head of the mission, Baron Isaac. ”

Cervantes nodded, and stretched out his hand to gesture, "Please be seated!" Viscount Boggs, Baron Isaac. ”

Cervantes' unrelenting attitude ruined Viscount Boggs's newly restored good mood, and although he was still smiling on the surface, so what?

After the two of them sat down, Cervantes pointed to the broken armor and asked, "Do you know why we have put this armor here?"

"Uh......" Viscount Boggs was speechless, helplessly, "I would like to hear about it." ”

Although he would have preferred to hear about the origin of the painting, though he had vaguely guessed some, rather than the 'rags'.

Even if there are many stories behind these things, what does it have to do with him?

It's just that observing words and emotions is a necessary skill for every court noble, and Viscount Boggs is naturally no exception.

Cervantes turned his head to look at the armor, and there seemed to be a thousand emotions in his eyes: "Every knight, yes, every one! These armors once had a master, but they all died, died on the battlefield." The body was buried in the tomb, and the armor was picked up by my father and placed here after a little repair. This is the honor of the Sadness Family, because of them, there is the current Sadness Wind Leader, this is also the glory of the Sadness Family, each of them is the existence of the Sadness Wind Family's pride. We will never allow anyone to insult them!"

"Oh, what a ......," Viscount Boggs swallowed, his right hand pressed his heart, and his words were full of admiration, "Sacrifice for protection, knightly romance, greatness of life and glory of death, allow me to express my highest respect to them!"

"Thank you. Cervantes smiled and nodded to Viscount Boggs, then frowned again and sighed.

Viscount Boggs rubbed his index finger on the wooden chair and smiled reluctantly: "What is the problem of Lord Duke?

"I'll tell you the truth......," Cervantes sighed again, "I wanted to hold a banquet for you, but now that the Sad Wind is in financial trouble, there is no money to spare...... Everything that can be sold at home has been sold, and even these few sets of simple tables and chairs are left, I'm really sorry!"

Viscount Boggs felt his face stiffen with a smile, and even his voice became a little mechanical: "That's it...... It doesn't matter, after all, I'm not here for a banquet. In that case, isn't it also a thing that can't be helped?"

After a brief pleasantry, Cervantes invited Viscount Boggs to dinner with Baron Isaac, but Viscount Boggs declined Cervantes' invitation on the grounds that the distance and fatigue of the journey made him a little tired.

After Cervantes expressed regret, Viscount Boggs left the castle with the people.

Baron Isaac had not spoken, and he would not have told Viscount Boggs that the 'Duke of Sorrow' was not Cervantes himself.