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When he saw this magnificent building for the first time, Anderson said casually that Bailey's mansion is really nice.Ryan laughed loudly: "Honey, do you really think this is the old guy's mansion? This is called the City Hall, and Bailey has to move out of here when his term expires."

Anderson lived in an aristocratic family since he was a child, so he doesn't know the time limit of his rights.In his impression, if his father didn't die, his elder brother couldn't inherit the earl's title, and if his elder brother didn't die, he couldn't inherit his elder brother's title.He once lamented that the Liberal Party's way of granting rights and life separately is indeed more effective in restraining the behavior of those in power than the pedantic Bibles and oaths in the old aristocratic system.

Supported by two tall men, Anderson walked through the long corridor and up the wide steps.When the red carpet under his feet gradually turned into a cold slate floor, he was pushed into a wide hall.

Because it was night, the four corners of the hall were lit with torches, and the air was filled with the smell of turpentine.The shadows cast by the flickering firelight on the walls of the hall were reminiscent of church frescoes of hell.

He was sent to the stone platform in the middle of the hall, where a chair was placed alone.

The audience was densely packed with people.

Whispering, whispering.

Anderson heard only a few vague words: "spy," "Marquis Seth Elberd," "unhealthy relationship."

Someone exclaimed: "Really?"

Someone suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "Hang the spy of the Royal Knights!"

In front of the crowd was a row of jury seats.The black bear Bailey sat in the middle, and the people next to him were lined up in order according to their positions.Ryan sat next to Bailey.He didn't look in the direction of Anderson from the beginning to the end, but just chatted with Bailey absent-mindedly in a low voice.

It was just a simple question at first, and Anderson answered truthfully.

When asked why he appeared next to Seth, Anderson said that when he saw the child being bullied, he chased after him to see the situation, and was invited into the house for tea by the child's elder brother.

"I didn't know he was a member of the Royal Knights."

"If you really don't know who that silver-haired young man is, Mr. Boots, I can tell you who he is." A bald old man in the jury adjusted his glasses and said, "He is an adjutant of the Royal Knights. Abel the Silver Knight. Many Liberal fighters died under his torture."

Anderson raised his right hand and swore: "I really don't know him. I agree with the manifesto of the Liberal Party-liberty, equality, and hard work."

Someone asked him about his relationship with Seth, and Anderson responded in the negative.Another middle-aged woman in the jury asked: "So Mr. Boots, can you explain the kiss at that time."

"That was a unilateral action by the Marquis and has nothing to do with me personally."

Bailey the Black Bear hadn't said a word before asking this question. At this moment, he suddenly interjected: "I'm sorry Mr. Boots, I want to interrupt. You can swear to God, you have nothing to do with the Royal Knights?"

Anderson thought for a while and raised his hand to swear.

At that moment he seemed to see Bailey smiling.He showed his white teeth when he smiled.

He clapped his hands and asked someone to deliver a letter.He stood up, showed the letter face-to-face, and read out the contents.

When Anderson answered, his gray-blue eyes were always downcast, quiet and submissive.The thin body and the heavy seat are in stark contrast, and the calm expression is like the martyrs who died centuries ago for spreading the Christian gospel to this land.

But when the letter was read aloud, he suddenly looked up.

"I'm sitting here to win back the trust of my peers. This is a blatant frame-up. You can't erase my hard work over the years just because of a letter."

The letter was written on a piece of parchment printed with the gorse emblem, in dark blue ink, in smooth and beautiful cursive script.

Dear Duke of Lancaster:

It's a great honor to meet you again.

Regarding your return to Castle Aiye, you have already reported to His Majesty and received a favorable reply, please do not worry.

Your faithful servant and lover

Seth Elberd

"The Duke of Lancaster."

Recalling this distant and unfamiliar title is like recalling the merchant ships with white sails and tall masts on the sea outside Aiye Castle.Together with those old memories of boyhood, it is full of dust in a certain corner of the heart.

Anderson thought he would never be called that again in his life, so when he said the name, he suddenly raised his head and met Lane's inquiring eyes.

Ryan just leaned on the back of the chair, watching him quietly from a distance.For the first time, Anderson saw an emotion called sadness in the back of his dark eyes.

Reading "Your Faithful Servant and Lover," Lane turned his head and was suddenly intrigued by a certain shadow cast by the torch on the wall.

After Black Bear Bailey finished reading, he pushed the letter to him.Ryan picked up the parchment, looked up at Anderson, his lips moved, but no sound came out.He laughed at himself, and finally said: "Yes, I promise in the name of the supreme supervisor, and judging from the information in my hand, this is the word of Marquis Elberd."

Anderson tried to explain, but the explanation was not accepted.The dead past was turned out of the coffin, decorated and displayed in front of everyone.The youngest son of the Duke of Aiyebao, the cousin and illegitimate son of King Curtis.This child escaped the chaos of Aiye Castle five years ago by various means, survived and inherited the title of earl.Seth Elberd, the current chief executive of the Royal Knights, is his knight and lover.

A spy next to the Liberal Party's top overseer.

He was eventually thrust into a dark, dank dungeon.

When the guards took him away, Ryan kept watching him from afar across the crowd until he disappeared at the end of the passage.

The crowd gathered and dispersed, leaving an empty courtroom.

Ryan leaned on the baroque tall columns in the hall and looked at the stone door where Anderson disappeared. The shadow was stretched very long by the fire.

Black Bear Bailey took a bottle of gin and patted him on the shoulder: "I thought the traitor was exposed, and you should be happy. We almost all-" He gestured with his hand on the neck " ——But the Earl of Lancaster... I didn't expect that man to be a royal blood relative."

Ryan took the wine casually: "Ann hasn't joined the Liberal Party yet, so she can't be considered a traitor."

"Are you speaking for him?"

"No," Ryan played with the wine bottle for a moment: "I want to say that instead of focusing on Ann, it is better to strengthen the defense of Oak City. With Seth's generous appearance, I have a hunch that the Royal Knights are coming. "

The first snow in Oak City came suddenly.The sky in early winter was gradually cloudy, and the cold wind blew for several days in a row. Finally, one morning, people opened the door and found a piece of white snow on the street.

The maid knocked on the door and came in, adding new firewood to the fireplace. Ryan sat casually in the armchair in front of the fireplace, stretching his legs to look at the defense map of Oak City.

Soldiers had been deployed, and every house had been checked—Seth was out of town.

But the bottom of my heart is empty.

Open your palms, you can only catch the cold mist of winter.

If it is Kele with a warm current passing by, there should be migratory birds on the seaside that have not migrated.Anderson would definitely sit in front of the window with a thick woolen blanket on his knees and sigh, it’s already the south, where are these birds going?

Fly across the cold winter seas to islands further south.

Anderson once pointed to these broad-winged migratory birds and said, when we have money, we will buy a boat and go to the other side of the sea with the migratory birds.Go to a new continent where there are no nobles, no royal knights, and everyone is equal and free.

How could such an be--a member of the Royal Knights?

Soon the captain of the guard came to report that there was no abnormality in the inspection of the city.The guard was a tall young man who was slightly nervous. He yelled twice to report before he saw Ryan turn his head casually: "Damn it bites. Take me to the prison."

Henry III bared his teeth and ran back to the corner, Ryan threw away the dried meat in his hand: "Go back, gecko."

Henry III jumped forward and bit his trousers, four small broken legs grabbed his calf, and he couldn't shake it off no matter how hard he tried.

Anderson didn't like the musty smell of straw, nor did he like the damp and smelly dungeons, and he didn't like wearing only a thin shirt in December winter.The shirt was Ryan's and looked a little baggy on the body.The guard took away his coat, and in order to warm his injured knee, he could only sit with his knees tucked in the corner of the room, avoiding places where the air circulated.

When Ryan pushed the door open, his heart was stabbed sharply.

It's only been a few days, but this thin young man's face can become so pale, his body can become so cold, and his gray-blue eyes can be so desperate.

This is his baby Ann.

Ryan didn't know how to speak, so he had to say: "I heard you don't eat, I brought wine and bacon."

"Do you know what despair is?" The gray-blue eyes raised up, with a little sarcasm: "At the most critical moment, someone you trust is regarded as a traitor and thrown into this kind of place. The fear on the battlefield is not being strong. enemy, but a foolish ally."

"Your lips are dry and cracked, take a sip of wine first."

Anderson pushed away the wine glass and smiled: "Why don't you help Black Bear Bailey check the defense of Oak City? You are the highest officer here." He slowly stretched out his hand and caught it with the palm of his hand. A few flakes of snow: "It's snowing. If I were you, I'd have twice as many guards on rotation today. If you believe me - Seth's favorite thing to do is raiding in bad weather."

"how do you know?"

"He is a knight given to me by my father. We have been together for many years. I said it at the trial meeting."

Suddenly the shoulders were grabbed, Lane's face was very close to him, and his long black curly hair fell on Anderson's chest.

"Why don't you deny it." Ryan asked gently: "I have been waiting for you to deny it, you are not Anderson Lancaster. You just need to say that you have nothing to do with the royal family, and I will believe you. Wait for everything It's over, we're together in Heather Valley. Though I can't take you out to sea to those distant islands, I can take you to a place. I promise it will be a surprise. No nobles, no knights, and no wars, in October There's purple heather all over the hills, and it's beautiful, really."

His fingers gently slid across Anderson's cheeks, as if he wanted to describe the sweetness of the future through the touch of his fingertips.

"You have to understand my position. I can't change your trial with my own power." "Let me ask you again, you have nothing to do with Seth Elberd, right?"