When disembarking, a basket of salmon on the dock was knocked over, and a black-nosed wildcat took the lead and jumped up the wooden ladder that Sir Laurent had lowered. DeWitt almost stepped on its tail.
"Damn beast." He cursed, "Do you dare to run any slower?"
But even so, Dalton felt like he was in a good mood. The "Ethetel" went to sea this morning, and its passengers were almost the nobles of the entire Knights Bay. Dalton's face turned ugly as soon as he stepped on the deck. DeWitt suggested that he stay, but he refused without thinking. With the blessing of the shallow sea girl, the voyage was calm and the ship encountered no danger, and brought back many catches in the evening. Most of it was given to the sailors by the earl, but the game he caught himself was brought back to Tidecast by Dalton. DeWitt insisted that the chef make dinner from the ingredients he brought back, and asked those participating in his sailing game to eat only what they caught. Dalton's dinner consisted of salmon and grilled crab, along with bread and a bottle of cider, which he doubted would even feed the cat. Fortunately, the vacation is only one day.
The game Sailing on the Singing Sea was Sir Laurent's idea. Since his complete break with Giles, he has tried every means to please the lord, and Dalton was even shocked by his sudden change of attitude. "We invite everyone." The commander of the Gulf Fleet declared, "This way we don't have to worry about the danger to the people on the ship. Because if something goes wrong, none of us will survive except the Earl. Think about it, there will be people who are willing to pay for it in vain. Are you risking your life for people’s entertainment?”
"What about the pirates?"
Sir Laurent's smile was uncompromising: "Pirates? They will avoid us. The Ethetel is heavy enough, has the best sailors and captains on it, and is loaded with turrets - all of them are completely Vicky. It’s a lot of dwarven craftsmanship. If you still don’t worry, I can guarantee that the helmsman is also the best. The mage blowing the sail will definitely allow us to withdraw from the battlefield as soon as possible."
His banquets are well planned and full of temptations. DeWitt had wanted to get out of work for a long time and immediately agreed. Dalton still doesn't think this is a good idea, but he knows that if the lord's safety is mentioned again, DeWitt will not only not listen to it. He will insist on keeping me on shore, thought the captain of the guard, to show that he does not need my protection. How is this possible? Laurent Viguet's surrender was forced, and if he was full of resentment and wanted to do harm to the lord on the ship...
Worried about this, he silently participated in the lord's banquet. Now that the Lions have left, the fleet has pledged its allegiance, and the Earl has taken control of Knights Bay, De Witt does have reason to relax. "It's time for us to enjoy our victory." The lord suggested that he bring Ingrid with him, and maybe they could have a wedding on the ship. Steward Giles was also on board, something DeWitt seemed to have forgotten. To avoid the worst, Dalton boarded the ship alone, and his refusal disappointed the count.
If there was only one fish for dinner on my wedding day, I would rather not get married. Dalton lit the candle and opened the door to go to the kitchen. The corridor was dark and quiet, and the halo enveloped his steps. When he passed by the whale bone carvings, he unconsciously thought of the witch of fate. She refused the banquet at sea as the count expected, and her only request was to stay with two maids.
"There is a deadly poison in the blood"
The Lion's departure was as sudden as his arrival, and his actions seemed entirely unplanned. Ronald Zachary looked like one of those bastards in the world, and Dalton didn't like him because of his racial habits. The witch is different. The Lord of the Sky Realm not only reminded him to be careful of Giles, but also saved the poor maid Nanna. The priest's verdict meant nothing to her. As for witchcraft...whoever caused such a farce, the count thought it was a good thing.
The difference between the sky realm and the ring level is greater than Dalton imagined. The witchcraft that controls the maid to become an assassin only sends a "late night snack" to the lion. Steward Giles repeatedly gave in to this and offended the tower. When the lord handed him the position of general affairs of Chaosheng Castle, he was probably looking forward to this day... not even a day passed. The Lions were causing trouble, but how did DeWitt know?
He didn't have time to think about this question. Dalton was preoccupied with other things. He was able to ensure that the count was not affected by witchcraft, but he was worried that someone would use the same method against the count, so he asked DeWitt to suspend his little night game. Judging from the banquet at sea during the day, it seemed that he didn't listen at all. Dalton had no choice but to let the priest stay temporarily and set up magic in the lord's bedroom and regular study. If someone gives something to DeWitt, it must be judged by divine magic after being interrogated by the guards. It is absolutely foolproof. Dalton thought about the count's sumptuous dinner and decided he didn't need an extra midnight snack.
The kitchen was busier than expected, and Sir Laurent almost bumped into him, but fortunately the candle made him realize that someone was in front of him. "Lord Shadowfang." His tone was very friendly. On the day he returned from sinking the Arnald family cargo ship, Laurent Vig got a tip from Dalton.
It would not be accurate to say that he curried favor with the count. The fleet commander seemed to want to have a good relationship with everyone under the count's command. Dalton sympathizes with him but wants nothing to do with him. "Good evening, Sir Laurent." It seems I'm not the only one who hasn't had enough to eat tonight.
"I asked the chef to make supper." Laurent Vigue said, "He just got up, I'm afraid we have to wait for a while." He squinted his eyes, "It might be good to go to the balcony restaurant to enjoy the night view."
An emotion made him hesitate, but Dalton accepted the suggestion. The balcony still had traces of the heavy rain the day before, but the seats on the inside were completely dry. As they sat down, Dalton placed a candlestick on the table for light. The night elf is used to darkness, and he only carries candles so that others can see him.
"I knew I would meet you here." Sir Laurent seemed to be swallowing candlelight when he spoke, and his appearance was not very similar to usual. The determination on his face seemed to mean something. Dalton was very surprised when he met him, partly because of the chance encounter in the middle of the night, and partly because of his attire. This was the second person Dalton saw in Knight's Cove who didn't take off his armor before going to bed. The first was himself, caused by the habits of the court knights.
He took a sip of wine. "So, Jazz, what else do you know?"
"I think we have a good relationship, sir." Laurent started a different topic. "Especially after the arrival of Lord Lion. To be honest, Lord Shadowfang, you made me determined."
It was DeWitt who made your mind up. "I?"
"You." The Fleet Commander admitted, "Of course, the Lord is special to you and me. I dedicate my loyalty to him, and he doesn't need anything else from me... But for you, I have nothing to give you. of."
"You don't have to think about anyone but the Count."
"I am different from you, sir. I have a family, a wife and four sons. This is why I initially had doubts about surrendering to the earl. If Giles sends him back to the capital, I will How can a family survive under the hands of vampires?" He shook his head, "You are alone, Lord Shadowfang, and you only need to consider the earl's safety every day. Oh, not anymore, you are getting married."
"Ingrid owes you a favor." Dalton roughly understood where he was going to get to the point. But he hated saying this in private with Laurent Vigue, not least because a few days ago this guy was his enemy. His loyalty to DeWitt had long been transparent, and developing partisans was not for him. "I'm just repaying this favor for her. Now we don't owe anything to each other, Sir, you don't have to think too much."
He had made it very clear, but the other party just didn't understand. The captain of the guard thought, maybe he also thinks that I don't understand? Either way, I want to know the answer. He suddenly realized that he was panicking.
Sir Laurent sighed, and the flame on the candlestick dimmed suddenly. "You think differently than we all do, my lord. It's hard to say whether that's a good thing or a bad thing."
"I'm a night elf."
"But you're surrounded by humans. Except Miss Ingrid."
Dalton stood up and said, "Sorry, I don't want to talk about my wife to the commander-in-chief of the Gulf Fleet in the middle of the night. We are done with you." He had had enough of the torture. "Enjoy your meal, ser."
"I will, I have a great appetite tonight. There is only one thing I have to remind you, Lord Shadowfang, in Tide Sound Castle, some words cannot be said directly."
Dalton glanced briefly at him. "I will report your words to the count verbatim." His voice was thick and thick. It's weird, I didn't scream out loud today and I just drank.
"He will not be grateful to you, and the priest still lives in the castle." Sir Laurent added: "I expected to be your friend, my lord."
"I don't have that honor yet." He turned around and left quickly, but then stepped lightly, letting the sound of the armor change from rapid to mechanical. He hoped Laurent Vigue didn't notice this, but the other man's eyes were piercing his back, like two spears piercing his chest. I will tell DeWitt what you said, he thought, and he will punish you. What is the crime of falsely accusing the lord? Where is the priest? Where does this bastard get the courage? !
"Without further ado," Dalton heard himself say. I'm going to tell DeWitt now. There was something wrong with his tongue, and his teeth would tremble if he didn't clench them tightly. His body gradually became numb, his limbs became stiff and weak, and the high temperature of the blood washing through the wall of the tube burned all over his body, as if he had been inadvertently scratched by his own cursed sword. It was the sword that Ingrid had maintained for her, and her hands caressing the steel touched my chest. The sound of waves crashed on the purple-black rocks. The moonlight fills the corridor like clouds, and the bone sculpture silently witnesses everything with its black pearl pupils.
He climbed the stairs sleepwalking.
