Dalton closed the door, leaving the lord alone in the study. Originally, he needed to send DeWitt to the bedroom and arrange for his knights to stand guard, but now he didn't have that chance. DeWitt was so busy with his affairs that he couldn't sleep peacefully, so the study became his new bedroom. He did not know who was in better spirits than Sir Laurent, who was in a difficult situation.
His lieutenant stood at the side of the study. "Lord Shadowfang." He lowered his head slightly, his expression stiff.
Few people could pronounce the syllables of Elvish correctly, and Dalton spent some time teaching DeWitt to say his name in full. Now he felt like he wouldn't have that patience. Night elves are different from humans. Dalton has never seen hybrids survive to adulthood: the tribesmen have countless ways to find these "mongrels" and then throw them into the bottomless cloud well to feed the lizards. During the execution, all clan members had to witness it. After so many years away from the Dark Corner, he still imagined that the baby's lavender skin was torn open by sharp teeth, and the red tongue rolled around the flesh. The visions were so terrifying that when DeWitt came of age, Dalton stood guard outside his room with a sword in his hand all night.
This foolish act later led to him being laughed at for two weeks. Human rumors are just rumors and do not need to be paid much attention to, but Dalton could see that DeWitt was deeply hurt by this, but he still had to express his relief. My actions emphasized that he was biracial, and DeWitt hated his identity. It took the palace knight a long time to figure out that sometimes his patience and attention were unnecessary.
Maybe it is now. Dalton is at a loss when it comes to women, but he's good with men. He could tell at a glance that his adjutant was hesitant to speak. "What?" He asked anyway.
"Just now, sir, a brother saw Owen bringing a woman in from the side door of the castle."
"Come from a small town?"
"That's right. But I guess she's not a whore."
She doesn't necessarily think so herself. Dalton followed DeWitt to Knight's Bay and witnessed with his own eyes the maids beside the lord changed three batches in two weeks. This was the only aspect he couldn't understand, but he couldn't give any advice because it was usually a matter of mutual consent. Regardless of whether she is a prostitute or not, as many people in Iron Claw City hate DeWitt's deep sea bloodline, there are as many people who are willing to offer beautiful maids to please him. But now that Dalton is engaged to Ingrid, the count is still alone... Of course, he will never sleep alone.
"A woman dresses up," he told the lieutenant. "It depends on who she wants to sleep with. One thing you have to remember, Grady, is that girls from good families don't come to Tidecastle in the middle of the night."
Another guard turned his head and snickered, and Knight Grady's face turned a little red.
"Keep your focus on standing guard, Grady." Dalton patted his shoulder armor and told him.
"You can't blame me, sir." He responded dully, "Everyone knows you are going to marry Miss Ingrid."
"As guards, you know so much!"
"And I have to make sure that the person who climbed onto the lord's bedsheet is not an assassin." Grady finished.
Even Dalton has to admit that there is some truth in it. Although he very much suspected that the other party had held it in for too long, as was the case with all humans.
His bedroom was next to the lord's bedroom, so that if any assassin thought that a wall would work, he could teach them the power of the cursed sword. Dalton sleeps with his weapon under his head, ready to hold it, but now that he's still awake, he pulls it out and inspects it.
Ingrid's skills in maintaining weapons are more exquisite than he imagined: the sword body is the dark purple of the night sky, with fine incantations engraved all over the side wall, but it still feels smooth when touched; the hand guard of the handle has been corrected, eliminating the scratches. The magic pattern; the amethyst at the end is magnificent and deadly, enough to ensure that poison is injected into the flesh the moment the spikes scratch the skin. Dalton waved it gently, and the steel penetrated the candle flame, but the halo was calm and waveless. This is a mysterious magic sword. The captain of the guard thought that the only ones who can use it and protect it are night elves. And once someone is stabbed by the tip, the only ones who can save them are the gods and me, not even Ingrid.
The lord did not return to the bedroom, but Dalton heard him open the door and shoo the guard away, and knew he was about to be relieved of his duties. Then came soft steps, the sound of skirts dragging on the carpet, and dirty words between men and women. The Earl of the Bay would not be tempted by these women, just as Dalton never wanted to find a human wife.
The senses of the high-circle mystic have been enhanced by magic to a terrifying level, and Dalton can even tell the girl's weight and height. The body shape of the night elves was slightly different from that of humans. He judged that the new maid was taller than Ingrid, but her weight was very similar. This means she was not carrying any weapons. No need to worry, Dalton said to himself, Irving must have been searched beforehand. Then he couldn't help but think of the night he spent with Ingrid on the beach, and he suddenly lost all sleep.
Soon the study door closed, and Grady led the guard back to the door, waiting for the next shift. Dalton couldn't hear the sounds in the study, and he had no interest in peeking into the lord's night, even though DeWitt never guarded him. I wish the girl could stay in the castle longer, this thought crossed my mind before falling asleep, instead of being chased away like Umi and Lily. I would never drive Ingrid away, and a night elf would never betray a mate.
The next day he woke up to the sound of rain. The gardener brought him a pansy and asked the captain of the guard to deliver the letter to the lord's study. Ever since the last time DeWitt was angry, the gardener was deathly afraid of him. However, Dalton had no time to rebuke the other party's courage for the time being. Good news was waiting for Laurent Vig, commander of the Earl's fleet, to finally surrender to them.
"His awareness is really slow." DeWitt Hearne yawned and complained. He seemed not as surprised as Dalton thought. Perhaps for a qualified lord, it is natural to remain calm when dealing with changes.
The lord asked Dalton to leave for Tide Sound Castle immediately as planned, but he changed his mind before leaving. "I'll go with you." He said suddenly.
"Please don't trouble me, my lord. And it's raining outside."
"I just like the rainy days, don't forget who I am. As for the burden, as I said, it is your duty to deal with the possible troubles around me. I bet Giles will come to force me to sign paperwork again today, you can Has he dealt with it?"
"This will mess up your plans."
"That's it. Go and make arrangements." DeWitt sent him away.
Dalton had no choice but to comply. He has never been able to change any of DeWitt's decisions, and he doesn't need to. As a knight of the guard, he is qualified. At least in the human kingdom of Eastman, no one can harm the earl while he is still alive. The previous advice was out of caution, but he was fully capable of taking the possible risks.
Now he has to instruct Grady to prepare the lord's mount.
Chaosheng Fort does not have as long a history as Dragon Cave Fort, but it looks dozens of years older than the latter. The heavy rain was pounding against the stone walls and glass, and the chandeliers in the vaults were shaking. The strong wind seemed to be uprooting this coastal fortress and sweeping it into the waves of the Sea of Singing. Dalton is indifferent to the dryness and humidity of the weather. Anyway, there is magic that can protect him from rain and wind, and the harsh weather can also deter bandits. He passed a deer's head hanging on the wall, turned a corner, and met his guest in front of a half-figure carved from whalebone.
"You woke up so early, Your Majesty the Witch of Destiny. Didn't you get enough rest?"
"On the contrary." The voice of Chloe's masked witch is pleasant, and the veil is even more evocative. "I rested too long."
Her shoulders and skirt were both dark purple, and for a moment Dalton mistook her for Ingrid. Fortunately, her blue braids were long enough to stick out of her cloak, and the round bell swayed silently at the ends of her hair, and the magic awakened him. I'm not getting enough rest, Dalton thought. This kind of mistake is unacceptable. "Steward Gilles Arnald has been ordered to fulfill all your requests," he said thoughtfully.
"The smell of blood on him was unpleasant."
"Maybe because he is a vampire." Obviously the witch was not satisfied with the reception of Knight's Bay. He needed to report this to the lord, and perhaps DeWitt would pass the job over to Laurent Vig. "I'm so sorry, he will appear less in front of you in the future." But that is for the future, where is this guy now?
The witch's eyes were fixed on him. "You also smell of blood, knight, stronger than the vampires."
"This is your duty, Your Excellency." Maybe it's the scent of the vampires, and the night elves are the enemies of those big bats.
"I hope you stick to your own path."
"Of course I will."
"Your destiny is not here, night elf of Tinudal." She looked at his alien face, revealing a strange sympathy when her eyes passed the cursed sword at her waist. "Can you tell me your name?"
It is said that astrologers can deduce a person's past and future based on their real name, and no secret can be hidden from them. There's a niche for such claims in the occult realm, but Dalton isn't worried. He is already the mystery of Gao Huan. Even Chloe's "Witch of Destiny" cannot see through his soul at a glance. As for his hometown, the name of the night elves is hometown. Even Grady knows this.
"Nathanel Dalton Shadowfang," he answered.
"Mr. Shadowfang, you won't like Controller Giles, I know that." She seemed to smile slightly, "You hate each other. Don't you?"
"I didn't say that, Your Excellency."
"You are a pure night elf. Maybe I have dealt with your people. They are familiar with magic texts and cursed poisons. I wonder how accomplished you are in poisons?"
Dalton didn't understand what she was getting at. "We don't hold ourselves to human standards."
"Since you are among humans, you should abide by their standards." The witch passed by Dalton. "This is very important. Of course, the enemies of the night elves will always be your enemies. I only remind you: you There is also blood flowing in your body, which will tie you down... There is a deadly toxin in the blood, which may be more difficult to deal with than the curse."
A small uneasiness rose in his heart. "The blood curse of the vampires? Thank you for your warning, but I have never relaxed."
"I hope Otto will look after you." The witch's back disappeared at the stairs.
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