Not far east of Shoufeng Town, inside Apple Manor.

In an empty land, a middle-aged man was wearing the most ordinary training suit, holding a training sword, and was practicing sword skills meticulously.

If someone who knows how to do things stands here, you can see that he is practicing an extremely exquisite sword technique - the Linghu Sword Technique, which has a reputation in the Kingdom of Cavalry.

The morning sun gradually rose, illuminating every corner of the manor.

However, except for the middle-aged man who was practicing swords, the rest of the entire manor did not get angry at all.

The servants do their own things lazily, and the maids are also absent-minded.

After Viscount Ryan practiced his sword skills, he secretly looked at the various forms of sentient beings in the manor, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This Apple Manor was originally just a small manor he used when he was on vacation in Shoufeng Town. He never thought he would stay here forever in his life.

"I didn't expect that because of the invasion of the sea tribe, I actually fell to this point."

Viscount's heart was very gloomy. After practicing sword skills, those sad thoughts surged up like a tide.

"Griffin is probably locked in the dungeon of the castle now. Damn Longbottom! With the support of the northern nobles, he forced himself to marry His Highness and control the royal military power."

"My territory has been completely recruited by him. Although he would nominally redistribute a piece of territory to me in the kingdom, he did not allow these people who voluntarily follow me to leave this territory. Without the people, even if there is a new territory, what can I use to reclaim it?"

"Terry reported yesterday that the money in the manor can only last for about three months. Although the expenses have been cut continuously and a lot of servants and maids have been reduced, it is still not enough. If we continue to descend, how can I maintain my dignity as a viscount?"

"Damn the sea clan! Damn Longbottom!"

When Viscount thought of these things, he was upset.

However, what worried him the most was Griffin's experience.

This eldest son is very similar to him in all aspects. He stepped into the realm of the Golden Swordsman at a young age, ignited the spark of life, and had extremely powerful combat capabilities.

Even Longbottom's son, Longbottom, the so-called genius who had been accumulated with various resources since childhood, could only tie Griffin in a one-on-one battle.

But in front of the royal guards, Griffin had to surrender. Although the charges were not yet decided, with Longbottom's attitude towards him, I'm afraid that this matter would not be good.

"He really wants to drive me out of here and go to a dead end!"

Viscount Ryan held the sword in his hand fiercely, and a murderous aura appeared in his heart.

On the small road leading to Shoufeng Town in the distance, a figure suddenly ran over.

The viscount narrowed his eyes. It was the old butler who had always been with him. This child was very clever, and the old butler always wanted to cultivate him.

"Has the old butler encountered any trouble when he went out to buy things?"

Viscount was very clear and knew that if something hadn't happened, the child wouldn't have run back alone.

His heart sank and he immediately strode forward to meet him.

"Little John, what's wrong?"

The thin John ran away and was out of breath. When he saw the Viscount, he immediately stopped and calmed his breathing. He told the whole story of the matter.

Viscount's face darkened, knowing that someone was deliberately looking for trouble!

I was in Shoufeng Town. I was almost unable to make it, but that Prince Longbaton was really cruel and insisted on provoking me and forcing me to confront him head-on.

This time Longbottom came to the west coast, but in the name of resisting the sea tribe.

If Viscount Ryan disobeys, it will not stand in principle. Even if there are support from other nobles in various realms, Longbottom will take the most cruel means to treat himself and his family.

But just sitting there waiting for death is obviously not a solution.

The Viscount pondered slightly and said to Little John: "Go and come to Poirot, let him take six people with him, and go to Shufeng Town with me."

Little John nodded and immediately ran towards the manor.

Soon, a small team of people gathered at the entrance of Apple Manor. Among the seven people, Poirot was the leader, and the young man was always loyal to the Ryan family.

After the major change, the Ryan family even lost the castle territory. The original castle guard captain Ora left, but the young man always followed Viscount Ryan.

"Sir, what's the matter with us? Is it Mr. Griffin?" Poirot's expression was serious. Although he was just a soldier, he still had some understanding of these things in the manor.

The Viscount suddenly summoned the soldiers, and he would inevitably guess whether it was because of Master Griffin.

Viscount Ryan shook his head: "The old butler was framed in Shoufeng Town, let's go there."

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then they showed an angry and depressed look.

Once upon a time, Shoufeng Town was their territory, and the old housekeeper had a high position in the territory. How could anyone dare to frame him?

Now that the situation has turned sharply, the situation has become so embarrassing that even these soldiers can't help but feel emotion.

Viscount himself quickly changed into a suit of armor and was about to go to Shoufeng Town.

Who knew that at this moment, two figures suddenly appeared on the path in the distance.

One of them was quite hunched, and everyone was familiar with him. He was the old housekeeper who went out to purchase in the morning.

The other one is a man in black robe.

"Huh? Why is the old housekeeper back?"

Poirot asked in surprise.

Little John was also confused.

The old housekeeper walked back quickly, and he was still carrying the purchased items in his hand, and it seemed that he had suffered no losses.

However, the more this happens, the more the doubts in Viscount's heart become stronger.

Before he could ask, the old butler shouted loudly:

"Master, the Master is back!"

...

Master?

Everyone was stunned. Master Griffin came back from the dungeon in the castle?

The little Longbottom was not proclaiming aggressively that he must look good. How could he just let him out?

Everyone looked at the old butler, but did not find Griffin.

Although the man in black robe was also tall, he was not of the same type as Griffin.

Only Viscount Ryan's eyes were confused and suddenly thought of a possibility.

The man in black robe and the old housekeeper gradually came to the door of the manor.

Lance took off his cloak and mask and said softly:

"Sir, I'm back."

...

The young master is back. But it is not Mr. Griffin, but the second Master Lance.

This answer was something that no one expected.

The soldiers stood there in a daze, and the name Lance had almost been forgotten by everyone in two years.

Only those boring tongue-in-laws would mention by chance that Viscount Ryan has two sons, the second son Lance went out to study and never returned.

Over the years, the castle soldiers have also been replaced by several groups. In addition to the viscount and the old housekeeper, there are only Poirot.

He still remembered that the first time he learned swordsmanship, he learned it secretly from this soldier.

"Lance...you... are back..."

Viscount Ryan was obviously caught off guard. A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on his face. He never expected that his second son would return at this time.

When he was at his most down.

"Master, let's go in first and then talk." The old butler whispered.

Viscount Ryan suddenly woke up like a dream, waved his hand to let Poirot and others disperse. The group entered the house.

...

In the study, the father and son sat opposite each other as before.

Lance looked at his father in this world quietly. He looked much older, with many wrinkles on his forehead and a lot of white hair dyed in his sideburns.

"I'm very happy that you can come back." Viscount said embarrassingly: "But as you can see, my situation is actually not very good. Your brother..."

"I already know about his brother's affairs." Lance said unquestionably: "Longbaton hopes to drive our family out of this land. This is obvious, and he needs some fuse."

Viscount Ryan's face seemed to be feeling relieved when he heard Lance using the word "our family".

He sighed and said, "Indeed, but he is now the prince of the kingdom. Even His Highness is held hostage by him. I cannot resist him."

Lance was silent for a while, and suddenly at this moment, a bustling sound came from outside the manor.

"What happened?" Viscount asked unhappily.

Poirot rushed in with great strides: "Sir, little Longbottom led two squadrons of Blue Feather Knights to surround our manor. He said that if we do not hand over the murderer who killed his knights, we will attack our manor!"

The Viscount was stunned. The next second, he immediately reacted and set his sight on Lance.

Lance slowly stood up and nodded.
To be continued...