(Thank you Xue Gesen for your review vote, and thank you Longjiantianxiaxing for the reward)
Winterset Castle, core tower, restaurant on the first floor.
As usual, Geer sat in the main seat, with Sophia and her daughter on the left and right sides, and then the other wives and concubines of Geer's father and their children.
There are many fewer people than when Lovren and the others were there a few days ago, but the atmosphere now is more lively.
The children at the bottom were all chatting quietly while eating. Several maids were diligently changing dishes for the guests, and their steps were much lighter.
The children were impatient and ate very quickly. Within ten minutes, the children began to leave one after another, followed by the mothers of these children. In the end, only Geer and Sophia, mother and daughter, were left on the table.
Geer found that Sophia's mother, Mrs. Taliyah, had been winking at Sophia during the meal, and Sophia also let her eyes glance at Geer from time to time.
In the past few days, because the situation in Winterset Castle has stabilized, Sophia has moved out of Gale's bedroom. In addition, Gale has been patrolling and handling affairs throughout the territory these days, and he has rarely seen her.
Most of them were in restaurants, and there was very little communication between the two.
After finishing the soup, Geer pushed away his chair, stood up and left the table.
Just when Geer walked to the door, Sophia's voice came from behind and stopped him.
"Brother Geer."
"Gel turned around and saw Sophia trotting in front of him in a hurry, almost tripping over the chair.
"Sophia, what's the matter?"
Sophia's face turned slightly red. She looked around and found no one before whispering: "Brother, can I sleep at your place today?"
"Mrs. Talia asked you to come here?" Geer turned his head slightly and saw the concerned look of Mrs. Talia sitting at the dining table.
Obviously, the reduced communication between Geer and Sophia in the past two days has caused a certain amount of worry in Mrs. Talia's heart. She knows very well why her current status comes from, and I believe those who were once regarded as sisters with her also know the same.
, but their children were still too young and not suitable, so Mrs. Talia took the advantage.
The changes in the past two days made Mrs. Talia feel the crisis, so she urged Sophia to return to Geer and not give others a chance.
Geer immediately understood Mrs. Talia's thoughts and looked Sophia up and down.
Her black shawl hair and white dress highlighted her already curvy body, which looked small and charming. As she got closer, a faint girly fragrance penetrated into Geer's nose, making his nose feel a little itchy.
At the same time, my heart also moved slightly.
When you open the monitoring interface, you can see symptoms of accelerated heartbeat and blood flow. I can only shake my head and lament that this body is really young and vigorous.
"Yes." Sophia answered cautiously, and then added after thinking for a moment: "Alex misses you too."
Geer laughed. The following sentence was purely a lie. Geer was so happy that the monkey could stay away from him. However, Geer did not expose this statement and replied with a soft smile: "Okay, you can wait for yourself."
Just go up there.”
"Okay...okay." The girl was so embarrassed that even her neck turned crimson.
This is when Little Miller came over from outside and whispered: "Sir, the guest you were waiting for has arrived."
"I know, I'll go over right away." Geer nodded, turned to Sophia and said, "You go first."
The girl nodded hurriedly and "ran away" like a deer.
Gale and Little Miller walked out, and when they turned along the aisle, they glanced over and saw what Mrs. Talia was saying to Sophia, and Sophia's head almost dropped to her considerable chest.
.
Outside the corridor tower, Geer saw an ordinary-looking black carriage driving towards this direction, escorted by four tough knights.
The carriage stopped at the door of the tower, the door opened, and an old man with white hair and beard, gorgeous and noble clothes stepped out.
"Welcome to Winterset Castle, His Royal Highness Prince Philip." Geer stepped forward and bowed.
"Hello, Baron Colbenson, I'm looking forward to this trip." The old man looked at Geer with a kind expression, as if he were looking at a familiar junior.
"I believe you will not be disappointed. Please come in and we can chat slowly."
Along the spiral staircase, Geer accompanied Prince Philip to the reception room on the sixth floor.
The two arranged themselves as host and guest, and the prince's guard placed a small brass box on the table. After Little Miller gave him two cups of hot tea, he left the reception room with him and stayed outside.
After all, Prince Philip was old. Although he relied on help to reach the sixth floor, his breathing was still a little short and his face was a little pale. He sat on the chair and began to close his eyes and meditate.
Geer didn't rush him. He picked up the cup and took a sip. A stream of heat immediately ran down his throat and directly into his abdomen, making him feel warm and comfortable.
After a while, Prince Philip recovered, and the paleness on his face slowly faded.
"You have to accept old age. I thought I had been here before, and it was so easy to get up and down. How different it is now..." Prince Philip said with emotion on his face.
"Your Highness, have you been to Winterset Keep before?"
"Yeah, let me think about it, it was probably more than forty years ago. At that time, I was sitting in the same position. Your great-grandfather was sitting in your seat, and Andre was sitting next to me. Then
At that time, Andre was really too mature to be like a young man. It’s a pity that we didn’t get to see each other for the last time. Another old friend was missing..."
Next, Prince Philip told how he and Andre fought side by side against the barbarians, and even broke into the northern wilderness to pursue the enemy.
Geer didn't interrupt and listened with the same interest, even chiming in from time to time.
"...When people get older, they tend to be verbose. Stop talking and get down to business first."
Prince Philip groped around for a while, took out a key, unlocked the lock on the box, opened the lid, took out a scroll and handed it to Geer: "You are so similar to your grandfather, you are so calm.
He didn't choose you wrong."
"Thank you." Geer smiled and took the scroll, unfolded it carefully, and read the content inside. It was exactly what he needed, the royal family's recognition of his inheritance of the title.
"When do you want the inheritance ceremony to take place? I can be your witness at any time." Prince Philip said.
"There's no rush." Geer shook his head: "Let's talk about a deal first. I have a product I want to sell to the royal family."
"What cargo?" Prince Philip's eyes flashed, and the twilight look on his face suddenly disappeared.
"Winterset Keep."
Hearing these three words, Prince Philip's face was not shocked at all, but only a little surprised and appreciative.
"Oh, this is a good product, what price do you want?" Prince Philip looked at this young man for the first time, instead of relying on Prince Fayelino's recommendation before.
"The price is not cheap."
"That's good, we can talk slowly..."
The old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled meaningfully together.
…
May 29th, sunny.
The sky is blue and blue, and the sky seems to be covered with a huge blue carpet, with a silk-like cloud curtain added on top, gently entangling the huge fireball, turning her original blazing light into a magnificent colorful
The aperture ripples with the ups and downs of the cloud curtain.
This was originally a good weather to go out, but at this time the residents of Winterset Castle were not in a good mood. It was as if they had encountered a sudden hailstorm, and they were hiding in their homes and not daring to go out.
What made these residents so abnormal was the sudden appearance of hundreds of warriors outside the city. When these warriors appeared, they lined up in a neat and orderly formation outside, and their bright armor looked like a huge piece of armor under the sunlight.
The wall of light dazzled the eyes of the soldiers standing on the city wall. Their eyes were burned by the flickering light, and they lost their vision for a moment, making it difficult to see.
Fortunately, under Geer's order early this morning, the suspension bridge was put up and was prohibited from being lowered. Although it caused many complaints, it also achieved good results - if the suspension bridge had not been put up, the opponent might have charged with it.
Entering Winterset Keep.
After receiving the news, Geer immediately climbed up the city wall, but by this time the soldiers outside the city had already set up camp and made no preparations for a fight.
"The Seventh Squadron, one of the most elite squadrons in the Northern Army, has always been the core assault force of the Army. The front is just a demonstration." Tavron, who was following Geer, took out a monocular telescope and observed the soldiers for a while.
Camp, shrugged at Geer. Tavren arrived last night and intervened in the negotiations between Geer and Prince Philip on behalf of Prince Fayelino.
Due to the fierce exchange at the negotiating table last night, the elderly Prince Philip couldn't bear it. He was still resting and unable to get up. Only Geer and Tavren came.
"How do the three squadrons you mentioned first, third, and fourth compare to the seventh squadron?" Geer didn't know much about war in the cold weapon era, but he could also see that these soldiers were well organized when setting up camp, showing that
It has good discipline, and discipline has always been one of the main indicators to measure the combat effectiveness of an army.
"It's definitely not possible one-on-one. It's absolutely fine if three of them fight one, but I guess they won't be able to fight this time."
"How to say?"
"Even the commander of the Northern Army, Siyaweda, would not dare to attack a lord and nobleman without any military order. I have to say that you did a very good job that night. I guess they didn't run away even after they got Lovren."
I was very depressed after this incident came out. I could have intervened on the pretext of maintaining the order of the title inheritance, but now...hehe..."
"I guess Count Carter won't let go so easily."
"It will be two days before they get there, so there is no need to worry by then."
"Let's go then. Some terms still need to be discussed." Since there was nothing to do, Geer turned around and left, leaving Isolde and Brian to watch.