The silence was broken. "Have you ever heard of the name Wolfgang?"
The sudden question made Dalton stop. The fire in the fireplace was blazing. He stared at the flames and thought deeply for a moment. "Is this a legendary hero?" He felt very familiar.
"Wolfgang is a court knight." Ingrid turned around and leaned against the shelf. "He is indeed a legendary figure."
Dalton also remembered where his sense of familiarity came from. "He was my senior, and he's been dead for many years now. I saw him on the roster."
Eastman's court knights originated from the bodyguard of the founding monarch, Watson Talbot of Crockane. At that time, Watson I was just the son of the lord of a small country, but he was eventually crowned with a crown, and the knights who accompanied him in battles were naturally famous in history. This was the original Knights of the Eastman Court, symbolizing the loyalty of the knights and the highest honor they received, and its system continues to this day. Although the current conditions for the appointment of palace knights are still the top few in the royal capital knight competition, it is inevitable that there will be noble children to fill the number. Dalton didn't know much about the knights of the human kingdom, but he could also see that the implementation of the ancient legal system was being compromised due to the passage of time.
But Wolfgang, his deeds are not within the scope of knowledge that night elves should know. "Did Wolfgang leave a legend in Knight's Bay?"
"There are many legends about knights in the bay, otherwise it wouldn't be Knights Bay." Ingrid said.
"I don't know much about the history of Knights Bay."
"I know this, Mr. Shadowfang." The half-elf lady smiled and explained for him: "Wolfgang is a noble knight, and his family fiefdom only has a small town. He became a palace knight when he was twenty years old and participated in war against Brestatik.”
This is far from a legend. "Then what?"
"His territory was burned down in a natural disaster, and it is said that there was a devil in it." Ingrid continued to tell in a soft tone, "Wolfgang therefore abandoned his duties as a palace knight and returned to his hometown. He insisted on finding out the truth. , so he began to pursue the traces of the devil and wandered on Binyaio."
"I think he found it."
"This is the beginning of a legend." Ingrid's breath accompanied the clouds. "He first went all the way north, crossing the hot earth hills. At this time, the Northland Principality was infested by green elves. Wolfgang chased an evil spirit that could transform into various strange animals, and he killed it with his family sword. , sewing the fur into his cloak. The story of him killing evil spirits is still circulated in the Pulin area. Later he left Eastman and arrived in Brestatik. There he found the love of his life, a woman from an enemy country. .The hatred of war cannot stop men from loving each other. Wolfgang and his wife left the Empire and Eastman and headed west for another country."
Dalton was convinced that the so-called evil spirit was actually a druid blessed by the forest. "He went to Fife Tanner?"
"Think with your tail, they won't go to the kingdom of the mist elves."
"That's Motog." He thought of the lost human kingdom.
The lady nodded. "Wolfgang did not stay there for long. Soon the war between Eastman and Motogg broke out, and he set off again. This is the last story. He took all his belongings into the autumn leaves of the Shimmering Forest Walkway armor and sword, fox cloak. This time he killed a two-headed dragon and got its treasure."
It's a very traditional heroic deed, but it may be filled with falsehoods. "Why is he going to slay the dragon? Is this related to his revenge?" Unconsciously, he was attracted by the story.
"It is said that Wolfgang has been eradicating demons from the continent."
"Dragons are not demons," Dalton corrected.
"That's impossible to say. Isn't Winserspoon the evil dragon?"
"Do you really believe this?"
"Why don't you believe it? This is what my mother said."
"Maybe she has a point." The guard captain coughed, "It's a legend from a thousand years ago, but no one knows whether it's true or not."
She continued: "Wolfgang killed the dragon and returned to Eastman with its treasure. He used the wealth to rebuild the castle and lived there alone."
"Where are his family?"
"Nobody knows. I guess his wife got into an argument with him and they separated."
Normal people would not guess like this. Dalton thought to himself that he thought Wolfgang's wife probably fell ill and died. But Ingrid's idea may not be wrong. Maybe her wife couldn't stand such a husband running around the world, so she chose to abandon him.
He inserted a wooden bar into the gap to ensure that the shelves would not tip over due to the shaking. "So, are you planning to go to Wolfgang's castle?" The captain of the guard didn't understand why she mentioned this palace knight.
"You should say: Can I invite you to the castle, madam?" Ingrid corrected. "I am glad to."
"I have benefited a lot." Dalton couldn't help laughing. He straightened up, "But I'm afraid it will have to wait until next week. The lord has a lot of things to deal with, and he is not very happy to see me idle all day."
She lay next to his ear, wrapping her arms around the cold armor. "Say you have something serious to do, and he will agree. Don't try to use the lord to prevaricate me anymore, I know everything now."
"Okay. Tomorrow then." Dalton assured her. Since the newspaper's Nightingale swore allegiance, DeWitt had a short period of free time, and the captain of the guard no longer had to run errands for the count all day long. DeWitt even came to Beacon Town yesterday afternoon and invited Ingrid to spend the night at Wavesound Castle. Dalton was shocked when the lord presented this surprise to him.
"She is suitable for you, there is no doubt." The count said firmly, "But if you don't take the initiative to speak, you can't win the favor of a beauty. This is also a fact. Little boy."
"This is against the rules, my lord. And I am older than you."
Having said that, Dalton's worries disappeared. That night he had dinner with Ingrid and went for a walk on the beach near the castle. Compared to Ingrid, Dalton's knowledge of the sea was as dry as a puddle on a rock. She was cheerful and talkative, a night elf Dalton had never imagined existed before. The scenery of Tide Sound Castle excited her, but what Dalton was thinking about was the smoke escaping from her white lips under the night light. The waves and sand were not half as soft as Ingrid's purple skin, and the room Sir Giles had prepared for his guests had been vacant all night. They buried themselves in the sand and looked at the stars, even their hair was covered in sand.
When the captain of the guard finally remembered his duty, the sky had turned white. DeWitt complained that he wasted his efforts. "While you are having fun, I need to deal with all kinds of boring things in the entire bay." If Dalton hadn't learned from the adjutant that the count had spent the night in a certain maid's room, he might have felt a little guilty about it. Love comes.
Ingrid loved Tidecastle, Dalton could tell. It can't be said that he will have no affairs tomorrow, but they all seem dispensable compared with the time he spends with her. Dalton had wanted to find a job for her in the castle so that he could balance his duties and family. But DeWitt considered it an insult to his future wife to be a maid, even to an earl. So after Nightingale brought Ingrid solid proof of her identity, the lord allowed her to enter Wavesound Keep.
Maybe Ingrid could study business, Dalton thought to himself, as she was talented in this area and could also provide maintenance for the knights' weapons. In this way, if one day the acquisitiveness of Steward Gilles Arnald becomes too much for the earl, Ingrid can take over from him. She also loves reading. The last time Dalton finally entered the store that chaotic night, she was resting by the fire from her work. The smooth briar pipe remained with her, beneath the title page of a hard-cover book. "You know all your stories from books?" he asked in a low voice.
"Not entirely." Ingrid leaned on his shoulder without moving. "There are also guests coming and going, and the small adventurer news module of the newspaper. You can read more interesting stories and learn how to deal with women. Take the initiative.”
Dalton also reads newspapers. Just two days before, he and the Lord of the Bay had seized the Beacontown newspaper office from Steward Gilles Arnald. "They'll write more interesting things in the future," he told her, "so you'll have more stories to tell me."
"You learn so fast," she teased, but she was obviously satisfied.
As the evening bell rang, Dalton prayed that there would be no more chaos tonight. The open staircase seemed to calm the conflict, and the ascetics came and went, not knowing what they were planning. The merchants kept to themselves, for fear that the captain of the guard would attack them. The lord asked him to go to Beacon Town to intimidate some scum who were afraid of chaos in the world. Of course Dalton knew that this was a honeymoon vacation given to him by DeWitt in disguise. After returning from Castle Tide, although Dalton still thought it was too early, DeWitt actually expressed his attitude on his behalf.
More importantly, Ingrid agreed.
"She has only one request." The lord relayed the half-elf lady's reply to his captain of the guard in the study at that time. "Miss Kumoi hopes that you will wait until the situation calms down before officially announcing the news. I guess she is worried that it will bring you trouble. After all, you are the mysterious person of the High Circle and my knight. Not to mention the relationship between Chief Giles and his The henchmen are still in the castle, and I’m afraid she won’t be able to adapt to it like you.”
Dalton regained some sense from the shock. "Yes, I am your knight, my lord, and this is my duty. You are right, marriage will hinder my work." He was not fooled, "But you can't make the decision without authorization, my lord! How can you Tell her directly?"
"Do I still want to see you guys talking to each other in front of me all day long? Hell, I'm not even married yet. That half-elf is a good girl, so it's easier for you, a fool who doesn't understand the charm. Wait until the unsightly vampire comes from my territory. If he disappears, you'd better get out too."
"But……"
"...I've heard enough of you, Dalton. Don't think I don't know where you took her last night. Go find her today and propose to her. Okay, do you still want me to teach you? "
The bitter aroma of smoke flooded into his nostrils. Dalton pulled her arm and kissed her mouth. In the ambiguous aftertaste, he looked directly into Ingrid's pupils and felt her heartbeat gradually synchronize with his. The lord is right, I have to take the initiative to give her a sense of security. So he took a deep breath and revealed the love that lingered in his heart
