(What kind of spell is Lightning Arrow? You can roughly understand it by looking at the name. What is there to talk about...)
A convoy was marching on the muddy road. The dark and brown stains were rolled up by the wheels, raised by the horse's hooves, and thrown everywhere, but they did not damage the majesty of the convoy. It was a frenzy that seemed to be a merger of gold, silver and steel, exuding the fiery breath brought from the furnace and sweeping the earth.
The villagers who were about to work in the farmland stopped quickly. They did not recognize the pattern on the convoy holding high the flag, nor did they know which family emblem of the crow standing on the double swords with roses, but they all understood what the gap in status and strength meant. At this time, it was best to kneel on the side of the road and look down at the splashing mud dots.
"Slow the convoy, is there anyone in the village right?"
A gentle and fragrant word floated from the red curtains of the gold and silver carriage. The kindness in it was self-evident. Just hearing this beautiful voice made people want to get close. The closest position to the carriage has always been the goal of the knights, just like the title of the martial arts competition. Now, this honor belongs to the Paladin of Sithman, who is proud of being the first to hear the Marquis.
"As for orders, madam, I will slow down the convoy." The two white beards on Paladin's mouth were slightly raised and trembled with the rhythm of the mount. The most proudest thing he had in his life was the shining Paladin armor and these two white beards that never drooped. It is said that there was a third one, but only a few people were lucky enough to see them in person. "Madam, can I distribute bread and salt to these farmers in your name?"
"Mr. Xisman, are you going to serve me?" The voice behind the curtain was slightly rushing. The Paladin immediately thought of the excitement of seeing him, and his skin was rosy because of his speed of breathing, and his beard was raised higher. "Oh no, what can I do, I dare not enjoy this honor. Why not... let us praise the truth, Goddess of Thunder and do good deeds for the glory of the goddess."
"Of course, this is better." Paladin Sithman straightened his chest on the horse's back and waved his right hand. His servant was beside him, and after seeing the gesture, he would distribute food and send out the disturbed farmers on the roadside. Of course, this must have been done in the name of Paladin and Marquis. You cannot remember the two names at the same time, and you will not expect to receive anything.
"Mr. Xisman, can you tell me about my grandson's situation?"
"Of course, Marquis." The Paladin relied on his masterful riding skills to get closer to the carriage, allowing several of his colleagues to grind their teeth. "Although young, Gresham is the pride of the Sunset Mountains. He is excellent in every aspect, but is still improving. Many Paladins are willing to choose him as the Thunder Lord."
"Mr. Xisman, what is Lord Thunder? Maybe I shouldn't know about this?"
"For others, this news cannot be said. But the Marquis has always been a supporter and donor of the Goddess Church, and your piety and kindness are recognized. And Gresham Gary is your grandson. Why should we hide it from his closest relatives?" Paladin Shisman waved his hand and said in a majestic tone: "Of course the model leader should choose the best from the vibrant Paladin, and Gresham will definitely get my vote. My Paladin friends have the same idea!"
"I don't know how to thank you, Lord Shisman." The voice in the carriage slowed down and sounded again with an undeniable elegance: "Sir, I really like to hear good news from you. Can you tell me the story of Gresham fighting the griffin again? I hope to hear something different from a brave and warlike Paladin like you, such as where he did not do well, and how should he improve it?"
"Of course, Marquis, I am willing to give you a detailed explanation. With your elders who care so much about him, Gresham's progress will not stop."
Next, a wonderful story echoed in the convoy, which was probably the attack of two huge griffins during an escort mission. With the sacrifice of his teammates, the young and promising paladin fought bravely with the griffins, and finally killed the monster and protected the story of the Bishop and his beautiful elf female disciple.
The story is just a story, and there is no power to change reality like a spell. The cold north wind still roars, afraid of rushing over the flags above the convoy. Their target is the Sad Fortress in the Sunset Mountains. The poor road conditions have already lagged behind, so they have rolled up more mud ideas.
The eagle lives in the cliffs and the horses stand on the plains. So we go to the Ice Peak Fortress to climb the hill, while the Sad Fortress is just slightly higher than the surrounding mud. This is the castle with the most horses in the Sunset Mountain Fortress group, and only the Paladins here are the real "knights". The night falls, and when the convoy approaches, a team of knights are already standing on the ground to greet them. Of course, Gresham Gary is in front.
First, he watched the escorts pass by, then saluted and expressed his gratitude to Lord Shisman, and then Gresham hurriedly came forward without waiting for the carriage to be stable. He had three smiles, a pious smile, a smile of affection and a smile of love. The last one was rarely revealed, but this did not prevent his affection from blooming on his face.
"Grandma! I was shocked when I received the letter. I didn't expect you to be here! The spring cold is not over yet!"
A word urged the car door to open, and the person behind the curtain finally showed her true face. She was as beautiful as the rumors were, and the years seemed to have only added wisdom and elegance, and forgot to leave other traces on her. If it weren't for Gresham's "grandma", she said that she was in her thirties and forties, but the young Paladin's aunt, no one would have doubted it.
Although the light gray coat was not conspicuous under the silver-white and golden knight's armor, the fiery red and blue flags, the Marquis herself was enough to suppress everything. The gem-covered crown set off her long light brown hair, shining under the torches, and putting her a halo-emitting veil with the stars in the night sky. The emerald inlaid and her bright green eyes set against each other, but the rubies and diamonds were slightly inferior to her lips and skin tone, which was a little regretful.
Gresham helped her walk slowly from the carriage and introduced into the tall castle. He was not the owner of the place, but "borrowing" the small reception room was easy, so comfortable seats and warm stoves were prepared early. The Marquis was picky in some ways. She absolutely did not eat or drink too extravagant things, so the snacks and wines placed here were just exquisite and were never expensive.
"You have spices in it again?" The Marquiss picked up the cup and sniffed it, and knew it. She sighed: "You are good at everything, but it's not good to change your surname. Although you want to serve the noble goddess, why change your surname?"
"Grandma, I am still your grandson, and this will never change." Gresham took the warm towel from his servants and told them all to leave.
The Marquis dehumidified her face with a towel and then warmed the back of her hands. She didn't need makeup at all, so the white towel was still white, with no change except for the temperature. She looked carefully and nodded: "No, more determined and handsome, my grandson is getting better and better! How can I come and see this? Don't you welcome it?"
"Of course I welcome it, but this season is cold and even more hurtful than winter. I am just worried about grandma."
"I don't think so. I just feel that spring is full of spring, and a good time is right in front of me." The Marquis smiled and said, "I have two good news. Which one do you want to hear?"
"Of course it's the one grandma likes to say the most."
"The Grand Duke of Aria III, our respected manager, has expressed his opinion, and does not support it but does not hinder the model leader. He will definitely use some means openly and secretly, but at least he is powerless to do anything in the first step."
"Gresham almost jumped and stood up: "In this way, there is a less important reason for those within the church who want to object. I believe that this news will be heard at the meeting of the Holy Trinity Fortress next week."
"Yes." The Marquises smiled and nodded. "Gresham, you must show your heart and serve with your heart under the seat of the Goddess of Truth, and be loyal. Piousness and goodness are the two shields of the family, don't forget."
"Of course, of course, I dare not forget it at all times." Gresham walked around, calculating in his heart that the person who supported him to become the new lord. As long as nothing unexpected happened, even according to the worst expectations, he would get enough votes. Then, he came back to his senses and saw the Marquis who had been left alone for a moment but still had a dignified smile. Outsiders might only be amazed by her temperament and beauty, but the family could tell the expression under that appearance, which was currently kind.
"Grandma, I'm so sorry, this good news made me lose my composure. But... what is the other good news?"
"Princela will be your wife, and all obstacles have disappeared."
"This...I don't want to." Gresham shook his head, his hands clenched unknowingly. "Princela...she...I heard that bastard with Fitch Hall..."
"All things you hear are what others want you to know and then affect you. When rumors spread, Princela came to me and asked for my protection. Without your support, she was very sad. She did nothing but prayer and didn't see any man. She had been with me for eight months. Do you understand? She wanted to come to see you very much, but was very scared. It shows what your status is in his heart. How, are you going to be defeated by rumors?"
"Feige Hall is in the Sunset Mountains, do you know that?"
"Of course. The Hall family is well-informed, the Templars, the Royal Earl, and the dual identities bring double benefits. They never expressed any opinions on the Model Leader before, but as soon as the second son was exiled, they immediately chose the sidelines and became supporters of the Model Leader. What ideas are clear about this? The Principality is useless in the north, and the southeast is blocked by the coast. The Southwest is fighting with Feinberg's gangsters. In the northwest, new nobles can be installed. The church needs models, and does not need a strategic fulcrum that can detour Feinberg's northern flank? This is a good opportunity. Although I have money, can gold coins be directly turned into food? In this regard, you need Princera, which is greater than she needs you."
The clenched fist slowly loosened, and Gresham nodded: "Grandma, you know I listen to you the most."
"Very good." The Marquis of the Marquis sighed: "You must always remember that our family must be closely integrated with the Church of the Goddess of Truth, in order to gain a foothold among the nobles and to be protected. I am always worried that something bad will happen, and only the goddess can save us."
"Grandma, you always do this. Our family is booming, what's wrong with it?"
"Don't say that, be humble. You make arrangements, I want to donate some money to the church. Which bishop do you think I should be looking for?"
Chapter completed!