The Legend of Fatality

During the next two days, the team became larger and larger. The enthusiasm of the residents of Somerset led Catherine to believe that her choice was correct. However, when the team left Somerset, many of the people who had been following the team were like melting snow, which disappeared the next morning, which made Catherine very puzzled.

When they entered Betford completely, the mountains were numerous and the road was difficult to walk. The residents here are not Somerset enthusiasm. Most of the residents just stand on the side of the road and look at the team from afar, neither trying to glance at Catherine's true face nor shouting words like I love you.

The only new members to join the team are the knights who were sent by the Duke of Betford to guard the convoy. They were wearing neat armor and were riding on horses. Moreover, they do not have the habit of dyeing their hair in Somerset, which makes the dancers with white hair dyed in the team very special.

But perhaps Bateford has not enough residents to meet Catherine, but there is something else here. Catherine suspected that sheep from all over the world had gathered here. The shepherds drove the flocks of sheep all over the mountains. Once the convoy came across the flock to the meadow on the other side. The huge flock forced the convoy to wait for hours. Peverly had no choice but to jump up and down, which may be the only thing that made Catherine happy.

Bateford's indifference is in sharp contrast to Somerset's enthusiasm. Catherine dare not imagine whether other duke lords are as indifferent as Betford. Fortunately, after passing through Betford, another prince can come to Lancaster where Prince Lotter is located.

The Cavaliers of Betford did not stay with them. When the team left Betford, the Cavaliers stayed in the territory. Catherine regretted that she had been riding a horse instead of staying in a carriage after leaving Betford, because riding in Betford was really a stupid thing, which was not welcomed by local residents. She wasted her energy in vain.

The leader of Betford was followed by the Duke of Gascony, where Catherine once again felt the enthusiasm of the people. Although there was also a knight escort, the residents here came to the banquet held by the convoy every night, and brought a lot of Wine. The local wines are extremely delicious, and there are some fine products that they will not even sell to foreign countries.

Catherine's convoy gathered at a country house not far from Lancaster for a lunch while she was still on the final day of her destination, and made her final preparations for entering the city. Catherine's room was decorated with white things, newly renovated, specially prepared for her. The color she adopted was obviously successful.

But Catherine was too nervous to eat, and the maids were worried about her.

"Your Highness, have you watched the play?" Nia asked. "The actors rehearsed for a whole week. Maybe it will make you forget some troubles."

"What drama"

"Your play, Your Highness. This is the story of your marriage."

"Really?" I, I think I should see it, "Catherine said, forcing herself to smile." I really want to know the end of things. "

Seats were quickly arranged in the garden and the play began. There is no language, only dance. An actor, a young boy in a dazzling white robe, and three other boys in red, black, and green clothes.

Standing opposite them were two people, one older in purple and one younger in blue, apparently playing King Charles and Prince Lotel. The two men danced, the younger one imitated the older one, but in the end everything that the younger did had a higher jump or more spins, and finally the actor wearing a lady ’s white dress jumped up with joy , Caught by the prince, collapsed in his arms.

Peverly sneered. "Only the Burtanians will think that women will be conquered by dance."

"And the Bill Pali only want women to be subdued," Catherine replied sharply.

Sir Roland applauded. "In Bill Barry, people use competition to prove their worth. In Burtania, they dance. Both of these pastimes are skillful and show great athleticism, and" he leaned over to Catherine. "Both favor young people."

"In my opinion, dancing does not prove any masculinity." Peverly shouted. Then he stood up and left them.

"But if you can, Sir Roland, which one would you choose? You have been away from Brigan for so long, can you only dance now?"

"Well, I have never been a good fighter."

"Just talk about it."

"Your Highness, you cannot fight with words alone. Language without action is like dancing beautifully but without effect."

"But my words and deeds angered Peverley. You are helping me, not stopping me. I think that once I get married, you may be recalled to Bill Barry."

Sir Roland nodded. "I also guessed it. I'm wise. I know I must make my usefulness always greater than my value. I have been working hard for Bill Barry for all these years, but I have no illusions when working for your father. Not sure. But I do think that if I can say "we" have achieved some results in these few days, Your Highness, you have made Bultania more positive than Bilbao.

Catherine had never thought about what to do, but now she felt she had a role. At Bill Barry, she was just a princess who did nothing and was not asked to do anything. She felt frustrated at the thought of returning to such a life. She likes to make plans and put them into practice, but the most interesting thing is to do it with others. "You helped me a lot, Sir Roland. Whether it's my achievements or freeing my attention from other worries."

"Your Highness, I hope you have left most of your worries behind."

Apparently Sir Roland thought she was referring to her family, although she was referring to Ambrose.

"Ah, not all. But you are helping me recover. If my father recalls you, please don't go. I welcome you to be my permanent consultant."

Sir Roland bowed, and Catherine felt his eyes seemed wet. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Then Sir Roland hesitated for a while and continued. "His Royal Highness, I must remind you that you and Prince Peverly, and even me, do n’t really understand Burtania. Even the Burtanians do n’t necessarily really understand here. Like I said before about dance . "

"Don't they like dancing?" Catherine asked.

"Like I said before, this is Somerset ’s custom, Betford, Gascony, Lancaster, or anywhere else. But they are more like Prince Peverley. People I agree with. "

"What" Catherine exclaimed.

"Yes, this is a kingdom of knights. Somerset is the most influenced and enlightened by the Marnus Empire. But it is not the case elsewhere. King Charles is the most wise and fairest king I have ever seen. Kind enough. But he is a true knight, far more than any knight in Bill Barry. "

"Then he doesn't like this dance"

"I think he will like it, but it won't be that important," Lord Roland replied.

"Okay, maybe I'm looking forward to these too, think about it too. Then other hair coloring, will the band offend him or the prince," Catherine asked eagerly.

"Should not," Sir Roland said after thinking for a while. "These are, after all, the customs of Somerset. King Charles and Prince Lotel understood this earlier than we did. But Prince Lotel"

"how"

"Prince Lothal might not like these too much, he" Sir Roland tried to find a more appropriate statement. "He is known as the best swordsman in Burtania."

"But he" Catherine hesitated to tell Sir Roland what he heard about Prince Lothal.

"If you plan to say that he is disabled or disfigured, then you can rest assured." Sir Roland said with a smile. "This is just a rumor. I have seen the prince twice, although it was only seen from a distance. He is very young, but he has participated in hundreds of duels and contests, and has never been defeated. This is unbelievable, and this is also the spread of rumors. No one believes that he did not hurt after so many battles. "

"Is he really unharmed?" Catherine asked.

"No, in fact, he suffered a lot of injuries. Rumors of disfigurement also resulted from this. There are many scars left on his face during the battle, and he should also be on his body." Sir Roland paused. "But like I said, he and King Charles are real knights, proud of their honor and scars."

"Do you know exactly who he is?" Catherine continued to ask.

"Sorry, Your Highness. Not many people know him. He spends most of his time traveling, including destroying monsters or participating in knight contests. According to me, he has hardly attended any parties or parties."

"It sounds more like an Ranger Knight." Catherine hurriedly changed her mouth.

"Yes, the knight lords of Burtania may have been addicted to hedonism, just like Somerset. But Prince Lotel is not that kind of person. He is still pursuing the highest honor of the knight of Burtania."

This conversation not only reminded Catherine of Ambrose, but also reminded her of the "message" Miss Anne wanted to convey to her. She felt too focused on her costumes and parade, and suddenly felt ashamed. Miss Anne has been trying to communicate with Catherine at the last moment of her life, so she, Catherine, is responsible for doing her best to understand this information. She asked Sir Roland: "Can you tell me about the smoke of monsters"

Sir Roland looked surprised. "Well, this is an expensive way to relax. And it's illegal." He leaned over to Catherine ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ said: "No one will admit to using it, but I believe in the court of His Majesty the King At least half of the people have tried it once. "

Catherine hesitated, and then said, "I trust you, so I confided to you, Sir Roland." She told him about the execution of Miss Anne. When she finished, she asked: "Do you know why Miss Anne would warn me to beware of monster smoke"

Sir Roland shook his head. "I hope I can help. But as far as I know, this kind of smoke is just a pleasant medicine. It sounds like she is suggesting that your father has this kind of thing."

"He does. I know he bought at least two thousand gold coins of cigarettes. But he will never use it himself."

"Yes. I can't imagine your father will find a way to relax from this smoke."

"But Mrs. Anne gestured on the guillotine. She was miserable and was about to die. She would not use this time to tell me something irrelevant. The smoke must be important.

"Let me investigate." Sir Roland paused, then said: "When we are discussing your father, I hope you don't mind, I said he will do everything possible to achieve his main goal."

"That is to retake Istania"

"Exactly. And your marriage is a way for him to ensure that Burtania will not help Margarita in future wars."

"At the same time increase his trade income to fight this war," Catherine added.

Sir Roland smiled. "I see you fully understand the situation. But the monster's smoke seems to add another factor. Like I said, let me do some research."