In the bright candlelight, a middle-aged man with luxurious clothes and a majestic appearance sat in front of a carved oak desk. In front of him was the financial report for this quarter. His two sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned together, and a small figure appeared on his tall forehead. Small Sichuan character.
Tuk Tuk.
There was a knock on the door.
Without raising his head, the man said in a deep voice, "Come in." The door creaked open, and in came Morris, the mage responsible for maintaining the magic circle in the castle.
Master Morris is wearing a blue robe. He is in his forties and has a rather ugly appearance, like a skinny monkey.
"Lord Lord."
Clemont raised his head in surprise. He thought it was a servant coming to bring tea, but he didn't expect it was Maurice.
"Master Morris came to see me so late. There must be something important?"
Old Morris grinned, revealing his teeth that were not neat and were somewhat yellowed and shrunken.
"Lord, the third lady is back."
"What?!"
The quill in the lord's hand fell off the table, and then he snorted coldly.
"Humph, she still knows how to come back."
"But I see that the third lady is sneaking around. She doesn't seem to have any intention of seeing you, and she has no intention of staying."
Morris took out a crystal ball, and Celia's figure appeared on it. She was hiding in the shadow of the corner, avoiding the sight of the night patrol guards.
Clemont glanced at her position and knew who she wanted to see. He couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart. Does this girl really not have me as a father in her heart?
"By the way, she was sensed by the defensive magic circle with a man."
"Man?" Clemont's expression changed. She actually brought a man back secretly? Could it be that this unfilial daughter has done something scandalous that will bring shame to the family?
She had been away from home for two years, so the possibility was very high.
The picture on the crystal ball changed and moved to the old tree outside the castle. A man was leaning on the trunk with a contented look on his face.
Staring at the figure under the tree, Clemont's expression turned ugly.
Damn wild boy, what do you think of the Lord's Mansion?
"Call the guards quickly and arrest him!"
"Sir, do you want to see him in person?"
Clemont gritted his teeth secretly.
"Lock him up first and don't touch him for now. I'll make arrangements after I see the girl."
"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away."
After Master Morris left, Lord Clermont stood up suddenly, walked out of the room, and walked towards the room where his lady, who had been separated from him, was.
After Celia climbed through the window and entered the castle, she dodged the patrolling guards along the way and finally arrived outside the room.
After confirming again that no one was approaching, she walked out of the shadows around the corner and knocked on the door anxiously.
After a brief silence, a gentle voice came from the door.
"Come in."
Celia opened the door and walked in. A noble woman in a white nightgown was lying sideways on the bed, supporting her head with one hand and flipping through the books on the bed with the other. Her plump body was facing the door.
Seeing that familiar figure, Celia called softly: "Mother...I'm back to see you."
The woman on the bed froze, then sat up and turned around. Under the bright candlelight, there was a face that looked like a woman in her thirties. After careful maintenance, her skin was still very shiny, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of the look of a mature woman. Charm.
At this time, this face was full of disbelief and shock, staring blankly at Celia at the door.
"Celia, are you really back? Am I not dreaming?"
Celia threw herself into the woman's arms.
"Mom, it's me. I'm back to see you."
The woman held Celia tightly in her arms and kept kissing her forehead.
"Good daughter, you are finally willing to come back to see me. Your father will be very happy to know that you are back."
"You must not tell him that I have come back. If he finds out, he will definitely force me to stay. It will take a lot of effort for me to escape."
"Ah, you still want to leave?" The woman's voice trembled slightly.
Celia snorted and said: "If you don't leave, why don't you wait for him to sell me to the nobles of the royal capital? But don't worry, I will come to see you often in the future. The premise is not to let him know that I have been here. Otherwise it won’t be so easy for me to sneak in again.”
"Well, your father also does it for your own good. You will get married sooner or later. The ones he selected for you are all young people with good conduct, and there are even noble elites who have become knights before they are twenty years old. Where is the difference? Okay?"
Celia frowned: "But I don't want to be a pampered noble lady. The life I want is to constantly challenge the strong on the adventure journey, keep getting stronger, and get married? At least wait until I become a legendary strong man. "
"That kind of life is too dangerous. Can you bear to let me worry about you every day?" The woman gently stroked Celia's face and once again tried to persuade this rebellious daughter.
"You have advised me like this many times since I was a child. You know I will not give up."
The woman finally sighed helplessly.
"Then tell me some interesting things you encountered during your journey."
Celia smiled and began to tell her mother anecdotes about the journey. The woman listened patiently, her eyes full of love.
The mother and daughter were enjoying themselves happily and talking about their farewells. Suddenly, the door of the room was opened and a tall figure walked in.
"Ah, sir."
Clemont stared at Celia in the woman's arms.
"You still know how to come back."
"Ah, father, how did you know that I was back?" Celia stood up and stared at her father in disbelief.
"Not only do I know that you are back, I also know that you have brought a man back with you. Who is he?" Clemont asked sternly.
"Uh, he was also discovered by you?" Celia scratched her head. In the two years since she left, has the castle's defense level been so high?
"Tell me, what does he have to do with you?" Clemont asked eagerly.
Celia rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "It's just as you thought."
"You!" Clemont's face suddenly turned livid, "This is just nonsense!"
"You know, I've always been a fool since I was little."
"Humph, now that you are back, don't think about leaving anymore. He has been imprisoned in the dungeon by me. If you dare to run away, I will take his life."
…
The dark and damp dungeon was filled with the pungent smell of low-quality alcohol.
Ringer stood in the cell and yawned, looking outside the cell.
Under the dim light of torches, two guards lay drunk on the dirty wooden table.
At that time, facing the well-equipped and well-trained elite guards, it was too late to summon the bar door to escape, and it would be unwise to fight head-on. So he did not resist, was very cooperative, was arrested, and then was stuffed into this building located in In an underground prison.
Now it's time to go back.
A brass key appeared in his hand, magic was poured into it, and nearly a minute later, a wooden door appeared on the cold wall of the cell.
He opened the door and walked in.
