"What do you think we should do?"
Oran's two letters were spread out, but at this time his sister Bol was seriously injured and fell into a coma, the favored merchant was killed, and other knights also rebelled and were eradicated.
The only thing that Mrs. Rowling can discuss is the person in front of her. He appeared less than half a day ago and is still the terrible criminal Tuman who has been imprisoned by the former baron for a long time!
After Tuman took it, he touched the two pieces of papyrus and read the words on them again and again. This was the first time in many years that he touched paper.
He even rubbed rough letters on his face.
Weird behavior, old and frail appearance, and black spots on the exposed skin.
This makes it difficult to feel close.
Tuman had just found out everything from the mouth of the old servant of the castle.
Since his territory was recovered by the former baron, his pregnant wife was also expelled and her whereabouts are unknown since then.
In this chaotic era, the fate of a woman who loses the protection of a man can be imagined.
When he put down the letter and looked at Mrs. Rowling, the manly fire in his heart emerged again!
This is the enemy's wife. He wants to use his deformed hands to leave his mark on Rowling...
"Your Mightiness?"
Mrs. Rowling's cry brought Tuman back from his daze.
"Madam, if you believe me, please give me the command of the castle. I am also a member of the Canaan family. I will use my life to protect you and the Baron from being violated."
Tuman lowered his head. He had been tortured excessively in the prison, and like Kunsang, he had an appearance that was extremely inconsistent with his actual age.
He is less than forty years old, but he is like a person in his fifties. His limbs are thin and his back is not straight.
If he hadn't killed three people in a row with the extremely terrifying throwing technique just now, no one in the hall would believe his ability at this moment.
After hearing Tuman's request, Mrs. Rowling looked at the four young trainee knights in the hall, forced herself to calm down and spoke,
"I have promoted you to the baron's knights' guard. Can you resist the enemy?"
In the past, this was a great thing, but at this moment, the four young trainee knights looked at each other. They had all seen the scene just now and heard the contents of the letter. They might encounter a fierce enemy attack tomorrow.
The fierce attack meant that death was imminent, and the four men lowered their heads with an attitude that was unexplainable.
"Tuman... Canaan!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then can you... fight back?"
"Please believe me, madam, this castle has been attacked many times since my grandfather (the same grandfather as the former baron), but today, the Canaan family still controls this place."
One year, Tuman accidentally chewed the flesh of a dead rat, which left Tuman missing one of his front teeth, causing leaks when he spoke. In addition, Tuman had not spoken to anyone for many years, so his speech was slurred, and even Mrs. Rowling could not understand some of the words.
But when people are helpless, they often believe in all kinds of weird words. Mrs. Rowling didn't even dare to ask further. She was afraid that Tuman would lie to her, and she was also afraid that he would not lie to her.
This morning, she and her son Dasif were forcibly separated by the rebel knight Granger. Then her lover died in front of her, and her sister was seriously injured. She had only a little strength left and was still shouting the name "Marcus"... …
She has no one to discuss with!
I deeply blame myself at this moment, if I had known I would have surrendered to Oran...
So he changed his mind and said, "Then let's talk to Oran. As long as we can reach an agreement and keep this castle and retain the status of baron, that's fine..."
"Whether it's war or peace, I will do it right away, but before that, I need your and the Baron's forgiveness to restore my reputation before I can order everyone." Tuman further said.
This proposal was very reasonable, so Mrs. Rowling ordered someone to fetch the sword, and then directly in the hall, witnessed by the castle priest, she made Tuman half-kneeling, and then she saluted him with the knight's sword.
"In the name of Baron, I forgive all your sins, restore your family name, and grant you the position of Knight Master of the Castle..."
"The sinner Tuman will defend his lord with his life..."
This castle is mine!
You are mine too!
I want to be the master of the Canaan family!
Tuman respectfully presented his hands, but he had something different in mind.
He took the blessing and the sword, and then waved the knight's sword twice.
Just yesterday, I was cutting dead rat meat with floor gravel. Unexpectedly, today, I had a sword.
All nobles who can fight love swords. Tuman looked at the knight's sword like a hunter looking at his prey. This feeling made Mrs. Rowling very uncomfortable, especially because Tuman smelled bad!
It's not sweat, I don't know what the smell is, it's like a combination of blood and rot!
Tuman's entire facial features twisted together as he spoke.
Mrs. Rowling's stomach ache grew worse.
People always "judge books by their appearance". Just now she was grateful for the man's appearance, but now she didn't want to deal with it for a moment.
Rowling suppressed the rude impulse to cover her mouth and nose, stepped back, and returned to the room under the protection of the maid.
When Tuman was alone in the hall, he blew out the candles.
Accustomed to being on death row in the dim light of night, his eyesight was not affected at all.
Then he approached the lord's seat and sat down. The scent of the woman just now was still on the chair.
He sniffed hard, and then showed a gloomy and terrifying expression...
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"You all go down, but don't go too far. Wait outside the room."
Rowling led the baron into the room, then undressed and rested.
After a tiring day, the Baron had forgotten the horror of the morning and soon fell asleep.
Mrs. Rowling, who was wearing only thin clothes, stepped out of the bed and opened another door.
Some castle lords will open up the bedroom, study, and warehouse and put them all on the same floor, separated by doors.
That was it for now. Mrs. Rowling opened the door, walked to the study and sat quietly.
She didn't notice that the "food" and "water" in the house suddenly decreased a lot.
Even the "convenient" container is missing.
Looking at the letters all over the table, she had handed them to the merchants before. When she picked them up again, she realized that they were all warning letters, including ones written by Marcus, telling her to pay attention to the border...
As a pleasure-seeking woman, the pressure these men put on her was too great, and she suddenly began to sob.
In order to avoid disturbing her son, she got up, opened another door, and walked to the warehouse.
This is where the baron keeps his treasures,
But now the place is empty. Several large cabinets and boxes are all empty.
Only a piece of armor and a knight's sword are left on the shelf.
When Dasif grows up in the future, he will wear the battle clothes left by his father's generation and command the servants in the territory with a sword.
Mrs. Rowling's movements made Marcus, who was hiding behind the large cabinet, a little nervous.
After Bol left the room, he used his exhausted body to understand all the furnishings in the room. He heard the sound just now and it was too late to hide under the bed, so he hid in the corner of the warehouse filled with empty cabinets...
To Marcus, Rowling's cries were like the cooing of birds waking up on a frontier morning.
I'm used to hearing it, so there's nothing special about it.
Everyone has "pain"!
When he thought of so many people dying on the border, and how he was like a dog, hiding in a closet, not daring to show off, his good impression of this woman disappeared.
The beautiful meeting at the wedding five years ago has no weight now.
He now wants to know even more what happened to Bol?
But he doesn't like Bol either, he just hates "owing people".
Bol always reminded him of his mother as a "shield maiden".
One year, I just said that my mother's "long golden hair" was beautiful, but my mother actually cut it short.
"Looking good only makes a woman weaker!"
Those words made five-year-old Marcus cry for three days.
My mother is like an ice cube in winter, I can't get close to it to keep warm.
The day when you are most gentle to yourself is also the day when you abandon yourself and go north to find "Valhalla".
From that day on, he no longer liked "tough" women.
The year he went to "Wessex" to joust, he went around privately to fight swordsman with others, and half of the money he won went to the "Tavern".
Those women let themselves know the warmth of home.
The people in the tavern were all good people and they spoke nicely, which made him addicted.
His wife could never hold a sword, but could only write with a quill;
Murder will not come out of his mouth, only education and housework.
Marcus held his breath and remained motionless. During the border days, he would often ambush and hide, waiting for prey to come to him for a long time.
When the warehouse was opened and Mrs. Rowling walked back into the other room, Marcus' breathing relaxed again.
"This coward (Olan) is too afraid of death. There are people everywhere around him, and there are several masters. I can't get close. How can I take him down..."
Marcus held the knight's sword beside him, his eyelids gradually darkened, and he slowly fell asleep.
Three hours later, the sun broke through the sky.
The "coward" in his heart walked out of the tent to welcome the early morning sun.
When the sun rises from the horizon and shines on the body, it always gives people a sense of vitality, grandeur, and comfort, and the mood is much broader.
Titan followed behind Oran, enjoying this beautiful moment together.
Titan used to hate mornings and brightness, because it meant that he would have to worry about finding food again in the new day.
But now he doesn't have to worry about that, his interests have also changed.
Bathed in the warm golden light, Titan felt like he was holding something?
It's hard to describe in words, it can only be experienced with your heart.
Olan's back made an idea flash in Titan's mind:
"If I can follow you forever, I can enjoy all this!"
Interest, faith, favor, and admiration combine.
At this moment, Oran became the god of the Titans!
Holiness cannot be looked up to.
Kunsang and others also approached at this moment.
Sudden!
A "drumming sound" emerged, ruining the atmosphere.
Oran turned around and everyone rubbed their stomachs.
After Tai Tan's eyes met Oran's, he lowered his head and said, "Sir, I'm rude."
While thinking, am I not hungry yet?
"I'm hungry." Oran said.
Regardless of whether you are a god or a coward, you have to eat.
"Mrs. Rowling sent someone to respond and is willing to engage in peace talks." Kunsang reminded.
"After eating, let's negotiate." Oran said.
"What if it's inappropriate?" Kunsang asked again.
"Toppled (the city)."
Oran looked at the last dark cloud, suddenly pulled out the "Immortal Sword" from his waist, and slashed the sky.
The old injury to my weak arm has healed a bit recently, and my speed has improved a lot.
Then the earth was completely enveloped in golden light.
"This is 'dawn'!" Olan showed his white teeth, proudly.
"The Divine Sword of Dawn - Your Excellency Oran."
Taitan was the first to respond, and then a dozen people bowed their heads in unison and saluted.
