"I want to see my guards." Lance said in a deep voice, so far, the only way to do this is to gather the guards in case of accidents.

The unicorn knight shook his head and said, "Mr. Lance, we are enough to keep you safe, so there is no need to alarm your guards. ”

Hearing this, Lance's heart was half cold. It was clear that even his guards had been detained, but this was also expected by him, so he was not too surprised. But his face was gloomy, and he said to the knight, "Tell Sir Onte about the trouble, I will remember what he has done, and I only hope that he will not regret it in the future." ”

The knight nodded: "Guaranteed to bring." ”

Lance snorted and slammed the door shut. A moment later, the knight heard the sound of a table smashing a chair from inside, apparently Lance venting. The two knights looked at each other, but they couldn't stop it. Anyway, their mission was to make sure Lance didn't step out of the room, and as for what he was doing inside, it was none of their business.

It's dark.

Lance gasped and sat unkemptly dressed under the high window. Then the door opened, and a guard came in and lit a candle for him. The Unicorn Castle still has traditional lighting, so when the candles are lit, the flickering candlelight reflects a long shadow of the broken tables and chairs on the floor. Lance sat in the shadows, watching the shadows mingle on the ground. He had expected the guards to bring dinner at the same time, but they said, "Mr. Reims, Sir Ont invites you to the hall for a moment." ”

"Does he finally want to see me?" Lance sneered and stood up. Elegantly arranging his clothes, he said with a bit of arrogance: "Don't lead the way?" ”

Walking through the corridors of the castle, Lance glanced at a group of knights and soldiers behind him. They always followed Lance, following in unison, as if they were afraid that Lance would be lost. Lance clearly sensed that something wasn't quite right in the atmosphere of the castle, and Onte didn't seem to be resummoning him out of fear of himself or Rykede. Standing at the door of the hall, he stopped and said in a deep voice, "Where are my guards?" ”

"Mr. Lance, please don't waste Sir Onte's time." The knight opened the door for him and pushed him.

He glared at him.

But there was an expressionless face in his eyes, and Lance sighed and had to walk forward. The hall was brightly lit, and in front of the battle flags with the two unicorn logos hung was a magnificent and solemn stone seat, which had once been Daniel's place, and now sat the young Onte. The boy sat on the obviously oversized stone seat, looking a little cramped. Lance noticed that he kept looking at the man on his left, a young man, who didn't seem to be much older than Onte.

When he turned his head to look, Lance first saw a pair of blue eyes. I don't know if it's because of the lights in the hall, the blue pupils turned into a faint brown again. The man smiled charmingly, and Lance admitted that it was the gentlest smile he had ever seen. It's as gentle as a spring breeze, so that people can't feel any hostility.

"Mr. Lance." Onte coughed dryly.

Lance came back to his senses, steady, reverted to his old prerogativeness, and looked up, "Sir Onte, what do you mean by this?" Not only did he put him under house arrest, but he also detained my guards. This is extremely rude to me and to Earl Rycke! ”

Onte frowned, the young man had been a viscount for a while, and he was no longer the little young master he was back then. He already had the consciousness of a knight, one of which was that he resented Lance for being so contemptuous of him. He simply snorted, and instead of looking at Lance, he said to the man with strange eyes, "Sir Edward, he is Lance." Now, I hand him over to you. At your disposal. ”

Lance was shocked, he had heard of it before. During his absence, all affairs in his realm were represented by another baron. The name Edward had been in his mind since the last defeat at Shiloh. But it was only now that he had met Edward for the first time, and he was so young.

And, listening to Ang's meaning, it seems to have betrayed him?

"What's going on?" Lance cried out, "Onte, are you going to break the contract?" This will draw the wrath of Earl Ryced, do you think clearly? ”

Edward stood up for him and said, "Naturally, Lord Onte has already figured it out. Your Excellency is well aware of the wrath of an Earl far away in the city of Dorne, and a powerful neighbor who could turn into an enemy at any moment. How to choose between the two, who is friend and who is friend, adults know very well. ”

He clapped his palms.

The door of the hall opened again, and a rough and domineering momentum poured in from outside. Lance bore the brunt of the attack, and immediately his heart raced and his face turned pale. He turned back and saw Bloy walking in with the Hammer of Forbidden Annihilation. Behind Bloy, two soldiers came to Lance with a stretcher. On the stretcher was a bloodstained man, who seemed to be unconscious, but the heaving of his chest meant that he was still alive.

"Glenn!" Lance screamed, of course he recognized the man. Although he didn't like Glenn's rudeness and impersonal feelings. Lance had to admit that in the city of Mount Dorne, Glen's combat power was only below that of Shiloh, otherwise he would not have been able to take the position of deputy commander. But now the man was thrown on a stretcher like a rag doll, and it seemed that he was seriously injured. Even Glenn was wounded like this, what about the army of Mount Dorne?

"This is Deputy Glenn, right? Well, there are fifty more surrenders, plus Mr. Lance. I'm looking forward to it now, how much ransom will Earl Rykerd give you guys? Edward smiled and said, "It just so happens that our territory has recently reduced a lot of taxes on farmers in order to encourage them to plant, and I am worried about the emptiness of the treasury. Now, it has solved some urgent needs. ”

Lance's face was as pale as earth, and he said intermittently: "Impossible, we have about 400 people, how can we ......"

"Believe it or not, here's the truth. Mr. Lance, please be a guest at Castle of Dawn. Edward made a "please" gesture.

Bloy gestured, and immediately two Mountain King warriors stepped forward, sandwiching Lance between him and Lance. Reluctantly, Lance left the hall, and Edward turned to Ante and bowed, "Thank you for your support, Lord Onte. ”

Ante waved his hand a little weakly, God knows how bad he was when he saw the fifty or so listless captives, and the unconscious Glenn. If he had any ideas before, this time, Edward directly used overwhelming force to show him that offending a powerful neighbor was far more troublesome than provoking the Count in the distant town of Dorne Hill.

By this time, he had few options. The little jazz seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and reluctantly smiled: "Please say hello to Lord Allen for me." ”

"Your heart, the contemptible person will definitely bring it for you." Edward smiled.