Jonah was half lying on the bed, listening to Elliot tell a story about forty years ago.
The Rose Knight leaned down and used a fire hook to stir the red coals in the brazier. The holy river was running in the distance, and the early spring night was very cold.
"Then what?" Jonah asked.
Elliot stoked the fire a little more and clapped his hands: "Yes, they fell in love. Then, not long after, Mr. Javelier found out that his only daughter was pregnant."
Of course, Master Javelier was furious. He could guess who the child's father was without asking around. For several months, rumors about Miss Daniela and swordsmanship coach Volstar spread throughout the Dewey Bluegrass Manor.
Javelil chose to turn a blind eye. In fact, he really liked the young swordsman from the north, and even secretly had the idea of accepting him as his son-in-law.
The master didn’t mention this idea to anyone, not even Mrs. Javelier knew about it, but now, Daniela’s slightly swollen belly shattered all the master’s beautiful imaginations like a bolt from the blue.
With a pinging sound, the expensive Oriental porcelain bottle shattered on the oak floor. "Unforgivable!" Javelil roared angrily and grabbed an exquisite silver wine flask. "Unforgivable! You did such a thing.
This thing is a disgrace to Javelier! It is a shame to Bluegrass Manor! It is even a shame to Mr. Dewey Sutherland!" Duke Dewey's distant relative, the hereditary Baron Javelier of Bazelar, although it is only a manor in a remote area
Lord, but he attaches great importance to etiquette and ethics, and he also understands how the sick circle of the aristocracy usually treats women who have had adultery.
Daniela and Volstar knelt side by side in front of the master's desk. The northern elf lowered his head deeply and did not say a word.
Daniela tugged on his sleeves. When her lover didn't respond, she raised her head and said loudly: "Dad, please don't blame Volstar. This is my own choice. I am willing to accept any punishment."
"Punishment?" Javelil tore his tie in pain, "You said it too easily. My dear daughter, the king's envoy has sent this news to the royal city. It won't be long before Duke Dewey and His Majesty the King will be punished."
I know that a scandal occurred in the remote corner of the kingdom, Alivia, that insulted the entire royal family. They will send out royal etiquette investigators to determine the crimes of you and that damn swordsman, send them to the tribunal for trial, and impose corresponding punishments. Finally,
The worst punishment, my dear daughter, is hanging!"
Mrs. Javillier sat aside and wiped her tears, thinking that she should not have agreed with Daniela's words in the first place and invited this handsome swordsmanship teacher from the royal city.
"Dad!" Daniela stood up, her little face flushed: "This is not fair! Wollstar and I love each other freely and willingly, why should we let those old-fashioned old men censor us? If loving each other is sinful
, then who in the entire Bazelal Kingdom is innocent?"
"Shut up!" The master was so angry that he smashed the silver flagon on the ground. The half-flask of bubbling ale soaked the gorgeous wool carpet.
His lips trembled, "For...why? Just for this!" He pointed at the family crest hanging on the wall tremblingly, "Just for our names... Even if we are exiled to this desolate province,
Our name is still Sutherland!"
Daniela's green eyes widened: "That's just a stupid word, a useless curse! I am Daniela, dad, you are Javelil, he is Volstar, we don't need any Sather
Lan Lai is dictating our love!"
"Wait!" Jonah couldn't help shouting, stopping the Knight of Rose from continuing.
Elliot looked at him quizzically.
Jonah clenched his fists nervously, "Pamela's mother is a Sutherland royal?"
Elliot nodded, "That's absolutely true."
"But the hatred between Toba and Sutherland..." Jonah couldn't finish the second half of the sentence.
"Listen to us, Your Excellency Astrologer. Later, you will get the answer." The Knight of Rose said calmly, and the night wind blew by, blowing a strand of blond hair on his forehead.
Baron Javier Sutherland pointed at Daniela, opened his mouth, and his Adam's apple twitched, but nothing could come out. He stood for a long time, let out a long sigh, and sat down weakly in the armchair.
middle.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Daniela's rosy cheeks were covered with tears. She walked to her father, sat on the ground, and put her little face on her father's lap. "Wolstad and I really love each other. Originally,
We wanted to tell you personally and pray for your blessings, but we didn’t expect that everything happened so suddenly..."
"Daniela, Daniela." The master murmured, stretched out his hand and stroked the long wheat-colored hair of his only daughter, "I would have given you my most heartfelt blessings. Volstar is a good young man, Lancao
Everyone in the manor likes him, respects him, and regards him as a true friend. But now look, my good boy, what have you done?"
Volsta still knelt on the floor and said nothing.
Master Javelir pointed at the swordsman's head with a trembling finger, "And you, now, you are not even willing to take off that funny top hat and show some basic respect to the family you have deeply hurt!"
The brim of the northern elf's hat trembled slightly.
After coming to Bluegrass Manor for so long, he rarely took off his hat in front of others. In his own words, this was "a little quirk from his hometown." The small quirk did not harm the elegant and humble Volstar.
His image makes him appear more approachable.
When the master raised this point, Mrs. Javillier also raised her head from her sadness. She realized that she had never seen the fencing teacher without his hat.
"Dad, this...he's not used to taking off his hat, don't force him, okay?" Daniela shook her father's hand with tears in her eyes.
"In the name of your employer, your child's grandfather and the owner of the manor, I order you to take off your hat!" Seeing the silence of the swordsmanship teacher, Javelil's anger continued to grow.
The northern elf didn't hesitate this time. He stretched out his hand and took off his wide-brimmed hat, revealing his gray-white curly hair.
"Very good, very good." The manor owner caressed his undulating chest and leaned back on the chair. "At least, you are still a polite young man... Wait a minute, what is that in your hair? It's you.
Some kind of little trinket from home?”
Volstar lowered his head and said softly: "No, sir. Those are my ears. I didn't mean to hide this fact. I'm sorry, sir, I am a northern elf."
Daniela sighed, and the Javelir couple couldn't believe their eyes and ears. Although northern elven migrants began to appear in the Western Continent decades ago, there were too few people who had seen this mysterious race with their own eyes.
There are so few that in the minds of the Bazelar people, the Northern Elves are more like an ethereal and formless myth.