Winter City.
When Count Evan walked into the dining room in the light of the morning sun, he saw that Salia had finished her breakfast and was wiping the corners of her mouth.
"Good morning, Salia, why are you dressed so formal today?"
Salia is wearing a red strapless dress today, with her hair curled up high, and a string of sapphire necklace hung on her slender and white neck, which looks graceful and glamorous.
She smiled at Lord Evan and said: "Good morning, Evan, I am going to visit the Duke of St. Hild at Fort Roar today."
Count Evan frowned slightly.
When Salia saw this, she immediately said again: "I know you don't want to disturb the St. Hild family, but I don't want to search for it like this. After all, this is the North, if there is no St. Hild family. Help, it is impossible for us to find the whereabouts of our father."
Count Evan sat down at the long table. A rich breakfast was already on the table. He Shi Shiran wrapped the napkin around his chest and said with a smile:
"Well, since you have made up your mind, I will accompany you later."
Salia was stunned, thinking that Evan Evan would refute her, but she didn't expect that the other party agreed without saying anything.
Count Evan saw his fiancée's stunned expression and smiled slightly: "It's just that I still have to remind you that the St. Hild family may not be willing to do this for us.
What's more, even if they are willing, they may not really be able to trace the itinerary of a paladin. "
"I understand, but I have to try." Salia pursed her lips, her eyes firm.
Count Evan immediately stopped persuading him and began to enjoy the breakfast in front of him.
Salia also stopped talking, looking down at the cutout pattern on the tablecloth, lost in thought.
Quietness was restored in the restaurant, only the sound of the knife and fork touching the dinner plate lightly.
But before long, the silence was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
"My Lord Earl, there is a Weber knight outside asking to see you."
Count Evan frowned slightly and hesitated, but he nodded to the attendant and said, "Please come in and take him to the drawing room. I'll be there later."
"Yes!"
Afterwards, Evan Evan speeded up and quickly ate the beef patties. After drinking a few more sips of milk, he put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said to Salia:
"I'll meet Knight Webber first, and then I'll accompany you to Roar Castle."
Salia smiled softly and nodded in response: "Okay."
Count Evan got up and left the dining room and hurried to the drawing room, but as soon as he entered the door, he was stunned.
"Master Earl!" Knight Webber immediately got up and saluted, and at the same time, a small figure beside him also got up and saluted.
But Count Evan stared at the short figure, frowning and said: "Master Joyce, you shouldn't have come to me."
Count Evan’s indifferent eyes and words made Joyce a little bit at a loss. He opened his mouth and said aggrieved: "Earl Lord, if I have other means, I won’t come to you."
Knight Weber also hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Lord Earl, we were very careful when we came out and didn't disturb anyone. Besides, they probably didn't know that you live here, right?"
Count Evan sneered and sighed: "This is Winter City. Do you really think we can hide our every move?"
But then, he waved his hand again, and said helplessly: "Forget it, since you have already come, let's talk about what happened?"
Joyce just breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly recounted what happened in the agate manor.
He kept emphasizing his innocence, and Prince Harrison was framing him in everything.
Count Evan listened quietly, sighed again, and said: "Joyce, if you didn't run back to Winter City overnight, you might still have a chance to argue. But now, hehe, your escape behavior will only be solid. Your own guilty conscience, then... just wait for your reputation to be destroyed."
"Wh...what? But I didn't do anything at all?"
"In that case, what are you running for?" Evan asked coldly.
"But...but..." Joyce opened his mouth wide, hesitated for a long time and said something.
The disappointment in Evan's eyes can no longer be concealed, knowing that Joyce is now completely abolished.
As a result, he completely lost Root Joyce's desire to talk, and turned around to leave.
Upon seeing this, Joyce hurriedly walked a few steps to the front of Evan Evan, pulled his sleeves, and begged: "Earl Evan, you must help me find a way! Don’t worry, as long as I can marry him Princess Judy, you will definitely repay your kindness..."
Count Evan sneered, ignoring Joyce who was still dreaming, flung his sleeves, and walked away.
Joyce turned his head back in mourning and looked at Knight Webb.
But the Webber Cavaliers had nothing to do at this time, Evan Evan's attitude was too determined, and Weber knew that no matter how much he persuaded, it would be useless.
At this moment, he couldn't help being extremely disappointed with the three dukes in front of him.
"Master Joyce, let's go back."
The Webber Knight had to lead Joyce back to the Roar Castle.
After sending Joyce back to the room, the Webber Cavaliers were thinking about whether to go to Arnold to discuss countermeasures, and saw a team of guards blocking his way.
"Knight Webber, please, Lord Count Angele."
"Earl Angley?" Knight Webber burst into his heart. "He's back?"
"Yes, Lord Earl is waiting for you in the study now, please!"
The Weber Knight suppressed his inner anxiety and walked down to the study surrounded by guards.
"Please sit down, Knight Weber." Colin seemed to be writing something. Seeing Weber coming in, he just looked up and ordered casually.
Colin's attitude was very kind, which made Knight Weber feel relieved and sat down on the sofa.
After waiting for about five minutes, Colin finally finished writing what he was holding, and got up and walked slowly to Weber.
Weber quickly stood up and asked respectfully: "My Lord Earl, what do you want to tell me?"
Colin smiled and said, "I've been busy recently, and haven't asked you, is it still a habit to stay in Winter City during this time?"
"Of course I am used to it. I was also born here. I didn't move to Dragon City until I was eight years old. But from the bottom of my heart, I have always regarded myself as a northern knight."
"Well, that's good." Colin seemed to relax, then took a gold dagger from his waist and handed it to Webber.
The Weber knight took the dagger and asked suspiciously, "My Lord Earl, what do you mean by this?"
"Do you know this dagger?"
"Knowledge." Webber nodded, "This is a symbol of the authority of the Guardian of the North."
Colin smiled and said, "As the guardian of the north, do I have the right to order you, the knight of the north?"
"certainly."
"That's good." The smile on Colin's face became brighter, "I will order you now to cut off my left pinky."
"Wh...what?" The Weber knight stood frozen, looking at Colin in disbelief.
But Colin smiled and asked, "Didn't you hear clearly? Do I need to repeat it?"
It was then that the Webber Cavaliers chilled all over, realizing that Colin was not joking.
"Why?" Webber asked grimly.
The smile on Colin's face remained unchanged, and he asked faintly: "Don't you know the reason?"
Webber opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything to argue with.
He didn't expect that Colin's revenge came so quickly, and so unconcealed.
However, Weber found that he could not resist at all.
In terms of authority, Colin, as the guardian of the North, does have the right to control the Weber Knights.
In terms of strength, the Webber Knight also clearly remembered that when he was in the Dragon City, Colin only used one move to defeat himself.
Only then did he realize that in front of the young earl, he had no room for resistance at all.
With the golden dagger in his hand, it seemed to be able to penetrate the unsuspecting earl's chest with a light stabbing forward.
However, the Weber Cavaliers did not dare.
"Knight Weber, do you have any doubts about my order?" The smile on Colin's face narrowed, and his tone became cold.
Weber only felt that he was immediately stared at by a terrifying look He trembles from the bottom of his heart so that he never dared to procrastinate anymore. Once he gritted his teeth, he drew out the golden dagger.
Huh!
Amid the depressed, painful grunt, a segment of the finger fell on the white wool carpet, and the red blood fell like petals.
Colin nodded in satisfaction, picked up the severed finger himself, and handed it to Webber, saying:
"You send this truncated finger to the Archon Sebastian and write clearly the reason for the matter yourself."
Knight Weber firmly covered the wound on his left hand, trembling in pain, but still respectfully responded:
"Yes!"
Afterwards, Colin ignored him and sat back behind the desk.
Knight Weber placed the blood-stained gold dagger on the corner of the table, saluted respectfully, and then fled away from the study.