Bailu Castle, martial arts training ground.
When Marquis Vincent walked in, the competition in the arena was coming to an end.
With a shriek, a strong holy light enveloped the audience like quicksilver, and then the three knights of the St. Pros family fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
Clap clap!
Marquis Vincent approached with applause, and exclaimed, "Sister, you should have been promoted to a sixth-rank knight, right?"
Anna in the arena drew her sword and stood, bowing down to pay tribute to the three knights on the opposite side.
The youngest daughter of the Duke of St. Pros is wearing an enchanted armor made of fine gold. The body-fitting design not only highlights the graceful figure, but also does not lose flexibility. The complex magic patterns carved on the surface of the armor look exquisite and gorgeous.
Powerful, beautiful, and heroic were perfectly interpreted by this female knight, and the charm and momentum displayed made Marquis Vincent slightly distracted.
"Not yet. It always feels close." Anna turned her head and smiled at her brother, and replied.
"Don't worry, you're still young." Marquis Vincent reassured in a gentle voice, "The generation of the St. Pross family is your best hope to be promoted to the Sanctuary."
Anna nodded without speaking.
She had heard similar words too many times, but every time she heard such words, it would only make her feel heavy pressure.
There have been no paladins born in the Eastern Territory for nearly a hundred years. This embarrassment has gradually become a shame for the St. Pross family.
And she, who showed her knight talent early on, carried the hope of the family and even the people of the entire east.
But such pressure gradually made the young Anna feel out of breath.
However, Anna is also very sensible, no matter how great the pressure is, she never slacks off.
When other noble ladies were drinking tea and admiring flowers, she was practicing martial arts. When other noble ladies were dressing up and putting on beautiful long skirts, she was always wearing armor.
She understands that she can't live up to the family's expectations, and can't waste her talent, but she also hopes that someone can understand her, and don't just see her as a tool to achieve family revival.
So, when she heard Marquis Vincent's words of encouragement, Anna thought of another person.
The only person in the St. Pross family who has never said anything similar to her—her second brother, Earl Evan.
Not only did Earl Evan never say anything similar to Anna, but he often dragged her around to play around. Although the Duke of St. Pross repeatedly reprimanded his second son and warned him not to disturb Anna's training, Anna liked it very much. indulgence, because it can greatly relieve her psychological pressure.
Therefore, the relationship between Anna and Evan has always been very close.
When Earl Evan was ordered to go to Silvermoon City, Anna sneaked out with him.
However, after returning that time, the Duke of St. Pros locked her in confinement.
After such a long time, Anna's young heart has long been restless, and the road to martial arts has encountered a bottleneck, so Anna couldn't help asking:
"Brother, is there still no news from Evan?"
Marquis Vincent shook his head and said, "Not yet. However, I can roughly guess where he is now."
"Where is it?" Anna's eyes lit up, and she asked quickly.
Marquis Vincent smiled slightly and said, "Tinder City."
"Peddle City?" Anna thought about it carefully, and seemed to have realized it, "Then when will he come back?"
"I don't know about that." Marquis Vincent shrugged.
Anna was a little disappointed, but deep in her eyes, there was a hint of restlessness hidden.
Marquis Vincent seemed to have caught this restlessness, and immediately reminded him: "Don't even think about running out to find him! Otherwise, father will know, and he doesn't know how long he will lock you up."
"I won't." Anna said with a little guilt.
Marquis Vincent seemed to believe it, nodded, then turned and left the training ground.
All the way back to the residence, as soon as he entered the door, he saw a small figure running towards him with staggering steps.
"Father!"
Marquis Vincent hugged his son with a smile, kissed him a few times, and then stretched out his hand to scratch under his creaking nest for a while, which made the little guy giggle and beg for mercy before he stopped.
The Marquise looked at this warm scene with a smile on her face, but she couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.
Marquis Vincent walked over, kissed his wife lightly on the forehead, and then told the maids in the room: "You all go down."
The Marquise seemed to realize something, and after the maids left, she couldn't help asking:
"Vincent, is there any news about your father?"
The so-called father of the Marchioness was Earl Hall.
During this period of time, the Marquis has been living in fear.
What exactly happened in Clover City has yet to be determined, but some bad rumors have already spread in Bailu City.
Moreover, it is an undeniable fact that the Hall family suddenly turned against the water and wiped out the fleet of the St. Pross family.
The reason why the Duke of St. Pross has not yet convicted the Hall family is because he is afraid of the Hall family's fleet.
The Nushui River is too important to the East Territory. Even if there is a glimmer of hope of winning the Hall family back, the St. Pross family will not give up easily.
Not to mention that they will not make any move to completely push the Hall family to the north.
But for the members of the Hall family in Bailu City, it was a torment.
Marquis Vincent pressed his wife's shoulder, squeezed it lightly, and comforted him: "Not yet, but don't worry, I have already made arrangements."
The Marquis shook her head and said, "You keep everything from me, and you refuse to tell me anything, how can you make me feel at ease?"
"It's not that I'm hiding it from you, it's that the time has not come..."
"When will it arrive?" The Marquise's anxiety could no longer be suppressed.
"Soon." Marquis Vincent put his son back into his wife's arms and whispered in her ear, "I hope you will go back to Hall Manor tonight and tell your relatives that if a man in red armor If the knight comes to the door, immediately follow him!"
"The knight in the red armor?" The Marquise's voice trembled a little, and she didn't know whether it was because of excitement or fear.
But just when she was about to ask in detail, Marquis Vincent put his finger on her lips and said:
"Don't ask about anything else, it's not good for you to know too much."
"But… "
"Do you believe me?" Marquis Vincent asked in a deep voice, putting his arms around his wife's slender waist.
The Marquise stared into her husband's eyes and remained silent for a while.
It wasn't until the son in her arms couldn't bear the loneliness and started to writhe, that she came back to her senses:
"Of course I believe you."
Marquis Vincent let out a long breath, and said, "Then do as I say, don't worry, your Hall family will be fine."
"good."
(end of this chapter)