"It is a pity, my lord, that your nightingale did not bring good news. There is no doubt that the prisoner knows the operation and tricks of the nightingale better than we do." Laurent Vigue reported carefully.
His fear was not without reason. A book crossed the back of the sofa and hit Jazz directly in the face. "You think it's my fault?"
"No, sir, please forgive my incompetence." The fleet commander hurriedly denied.
"Leave far away."
He obeyed the order and quietly closed the door.
There was a fireplace in the bedroom, but it was still damper than dry. DeWitt leaned against the bookcase and opened a new volume. The heavy rain had stopped in recent days, and the weather had even begun to warm up, and even the waves were soft and calm. He should have taken a boat to Tielong Port in Lighthouse Town to travel up and down the bay at such a rare good time. The affairs were handled by his newly promoted logistics director. Sir Laurent Vig went to war to clean up the pirates in the vicinity - as long as the lord was willing, these wandering bandits could not pose any threat to the kingdom's fleet except running fast.
As an earl, it was his duty to be assisted by the nobles of all sizes in the fief. Anyway, their territory is within the scope of Knight's Bay, and also includes several small islands and uninhabited rocks. These all belong to DeWitt, and only he can lead them. Their people and ships, sea goods and silver also belonged to him, and most fortunately for them, he was not a greedy lord like Isbon Gronion. He is kind and willing to listen to their difficulties and accept thanks; he restores the ancient waterways to allow more poor people to become sailors and fill their bellies; he distributes the transportation and procurement channels that Giles has obtained for the Arnald family to the captains. , re-enter direct contracts to reduce their taxes. Isn't this enough?
A small voice screams: They don't trust you. Why not trust? Because he even chose to betray his own knight.
"But is that my fault?" DeWitt pushed the desk down with a slap. "It's just a woman. No, she's not even a human at all! She's not a night elf either. A bastard..." He had no doubt that someone was behind it. He even heard him describe himself this way once. This statement came from a captain, but he could not have made it up. There were many more people who said it worse than him. It doesn't matter, let them say it, I am still the legal lord of the bay. "It's just a woman," he said loudly.
But that's the companion to Dalton's decision. Night elves are loyal to their loved ones, and DeWitt knew it all. It's just that Ingrid is not a real night elf, and she doesn't have the same feelings for Dalton. Of course not, she is a thorn in the side of the night elves. Once she returns to her ancestral land, her people will let her live with her ancestors. What's wrong with the mortal kingdom? There are legends and legendary heroes here, there are songs and treasures, the banquets of noble lords provide delicacies, ladies and ladies wear gold and silver, and spin their gorgeous dresses in the sun.
This is the life that women dream of, even night elves are no exception. Didn’t Ingrid’s mother marry a human? This little bitch, like her mother, had no intention of being clean and caring for herself. She did it entirely of her own free will.
But Dalton obviously doesn't believe it. If it were true, DeWitt wouldn't believe it at first. He didn't say much when he brought her to Tide Castle, hoping to give Dalton a surprise. As a result, she mistakenly thought that the lord was interested in her, so she wore a tight dress that was more leaky than the old fisherman's tattered canvas. God knows how DeWitt felt when he saw her in the bedroom! He must have laughed so hard that the blush on Ingrid's face turned from shyness to embarrassment.
"This is my mother's dress, my lord." said the half-elf, "but I assure you, it has not become so shabby due to age." She swung her bare legs and sat on his bed, then touched her chest. Take out a short pipe.
Of course he knew why. Dalton is an innocent little boy, but his lord is already a man. His ridicule was directed at his captain of the guard, you idiot thought you had met your true love, look what she is. "You surprise me, Ms. Ingrid," he heard himself reply.
"As long as it's not disappointing." Ingrid didn't mind. She looked past the lord, scanning the paintings and long horns on the wall, and finally stopped on the narrow bookshelf. "I have never learned the etiquette of aristocrats, sir, so please do as you please."
"I have always been polite to my friend's lover. He is loyal to me."
"Of course, the earl loves his retainers and the castle. I also open my arms to the person I love...even if he may not love me."
She doesn't deserve Dalton. DeWitt concluded that this bitch had opened her legs to countless captains in the bay. If he were in Iron Claw City, he would not even look at such things, and the blood of night elves would not be a temptation. But this is in Knight's Bay, his territory. Although the women in the royal capital were charming and charming, they all treated him differently. They chanted his name with all their strength in bed, and when they got out of bed, their sisters shared Naga blood, which made him different from the others, as if he paid them to go to bed, and he couldn't hang them all. .
Ingrid wants status and wealth, Dalton just wants her, that's why. I just had sex with a prostitute, DeWitt thought, and she and Dalton are my property. In the end, Dalton actually betrayed him for someone like her, which made him extremely angry.
"Sir." There was actually something blind that dared to knock on the door. The voice sounded like it was his newly appointed bay manager, Krieffler. He is a local, has a loud voice, and his work is rough but fine, but his beard can feed a litter of mice. "Your Majesty, there's something wrong at the port." His voice was full of fear.
What could happen at the port? DeWitt has completely conquered the nobles and nobles of Knight's Bay, and now it is as peaceful, stable and orderly as Four Leaf City in the South. "If you tell me it's a storm coming or a murloc attack, I'll hang you on the top of the tower."
"It's the Oath Keepers. They brought a warship this morning. The people on the ship asked us to provide a parking location."
"The battleships of the Oath Keepers Alliance, huh, are not here to punish Gilles Arnard, are they? Forget it, I'll go take a look." The former steward was deprived of all rights by him, but he is not dead yet. Sir Laurent requested several times that Gilles' head be cut off. His fleet had suffered heavy losses in previous battles against the Arnard family. However, Nightingale said that the ships he sank were all broken ships that could not be repaired. DeWitt had no time to pay attention to them for the time being. Even if there were, the Earl would not kill Giles before ensuring that all his people were wiped out.
Dalton breaks his oath and leaves, and the king will send new palace knights. He will not act rashly from now on. I'm afraid they are all spies of the royal party, Duke Tracy warned. Out of reputation, he gave Dalton a wanted order naming him as someone who had taken bribes to assassinate the Earl of the Bay. Grand Duke Yotsuba thought this was the handiwork of Sir Norman or Eagle City. DeWitt had had enough of her advice. It's unclear if Laurent Vigo can replace Lord Dalton, but now he seems to be the only option. Perhaps it is a good thing that Sir Laurent will not betray me for a bed partner.
By the time he arrived at Tielong Port, the sky was already filled with purple-red clouds. The gorgeous ships of the Oath Keepers Alliance waited in the waves, their colorful flags flapping. The Earl Lord's "Ethetel" looked like a small fishing boat beside it. De Witt dismounted in front of the watchtower, Sir Laurent at his side, and Crifler preferred to come by boat.
He didn't expect that the first person he met would be someone from the Silence School. "Lord Linde?"
The wizard's expression could be described as arrogant. He glanced at the earl first, and then nodded slightly, as if the person coming was not the lord of the bay but some insignificant nobleman. "Lord Lion has returned to the Royal Capital." Even the way he communicated was very rude, "To be honest, we came to Eastman with a mission, but this goal is far away overseas."
A bunch of arrogant idiots. "Really? I thought no one would take the church's holy scriptures out to sea."
Lind Punabag's gaze suddenly became unpredictable. "You know the Holy Scriptures?"
"Eastman is the Theocracy of Gaia after all." I know your little secret. Archbishop Paton exchanged the wizard's goals for cooperation, and DeWitt felt his sincerity. "The theft of the Holy Code is of great importance. Since the wizards are convinced that it is in Eastman, of course I will fully cooperate with the search. However, you are not the only mysterious fulcrum who wants my help now. Dear Lord Punabag, Guardian The Oath Alliance ship is still waiting for me to make room for them, please allow me to take care of the merchant ships on Treasure Island first... Even sailors will get seasick if they float on the sea for too long, that would be too rude."
Linde stared at him fiercely for a while, "Please be sure to tell us the clues to the holy book." He strode out of the door, the soles of his shoes squeaking with the sound of water.
DeWitt's mood became lighter until he saw someone he shouldn't have seen at the top of the stairs. At first glance, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the other person waiting there. "Dalton." The count thought of the sword point at his throat.
"I am calm now," said his former captain of the guard. "Sir Laurent is your brother's man, and he entertains you and me with Ingrid. I will return the gift to him, and I will return it to you myself, De Witt. "
"You know?" He barely paid attention to Sir Laurent's true identity, "Ingrid is not your partner, she is just a woman, you can see her everywhere."
"But you didn't tell me!" The elf pulled out his sword with a clang, "Teasing my race and dignity, does this please you?"
"Ingrid has never regarded herself as subhuman, and neither have I. Only you are still insisting on your ridiculous habits. In your eyes, she and I are both bastards." What on earth am I talking about? But he couldn't stop. "Are you proud of your race? Do you think you're giving me alms, pitying me? You're a knight of Eastman's court, not some damn lizard from Darkhorn! Damn, it's never been my presence to please Have you lost your 'kindness'? Huh? You are playing a game of knights and lords, and I am your prop, right?"
Dalton's tense expression broke, and he put down his sword, "I didn't think so! But you and Ingrid..."
"You and your bitch go to hell. Sir Laurent is connected with Ister? Where did you hear this?" DeWitt turned around to look for Laurent, but his eyes only looked at Arrived at Crifler. He became furious: "Laurent Vigue! I'm going to chop off his head, he can't escape."
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