Dear Broom Knight

Fortunately, His Majesty the King is still clear-headed enough to protect his children very well.

However, this also has the feel of a dragon, regardless of anything else, protecting its cubs first.

Lowry actually suspects that the Dragon Knights of this world have really exchanged blood with the White Dragon.

But, among the main members of the Tiger's Blade, absolutely no one looks like His Majesty the King!

Including Leon, with his stubble and pockmarked face.

However, his eyes are not small, he just always likes to look at people from behind his hair, giving a gloomy feeling.

If his skin color wasn't healthy, he could play in a vampire movie.

How could their King, who can wrestle with the White Dragon, raise such a son?

Lowry compared Alex with the princes he had seen, and he was still a little unsure.

But if he had to rely on it, it wasn't completely dissimilar.

Although his eyebrows and eyes are not clear, his mouth shape really has some of the traditional appearance of the royal family, but, those families who have married royal princesses may also inherit this royal characteristic!

Moreover, if Alex is really a prince, then judging from his age, he must be the son of the former queen.

Although when Lowry went to the palace, the little prince had already moved to his own palace, his presence was not as weak as his elder brothers who did not intend to fight for power.

Those people in the palace still occasionally mention him.

Especially when the new queen gave birth to a princess and did not plan to have any more children.

No matter in which world, there will always be people holding their beggar's bowls worrying about other people's golden rice bowls.

Lowry at that time really wanted to ask them… Could it be that the child born by the current queen can live longer than His Majesty the King?

Do they know how long the White Dragon can live!

Even if the blood exchange is discounted, His Majesty can probably see Lowry's descendants for eight generations.

Therefore, even with a decent golden finger and the knowledge he brought from his previous life, Lowry has never had any ambition to make great achievements, although he has never thought of clinging to His Majesty the King, he has absolutely never thought of opposing him.

However, he is so clear-headed, why does His Majesty the King still send such a big trouble to his territory?

Lowry felt dissatisfied from the bottom of his heart.

Then it quickly turned into bubbles.

He actually knew very well that if His Majesty the King really sent one of his sons to the border to train, it was definitely not aimed at him personally.

But, at Earl Montesber's couple, who in his mouth are 'a pair of confused eggs'.

All the face and status that Lowry has with His Majesty the King also come from his confused parents.

He frowned and thought carefully for a while, then he wrote a letter seriously, and then shook the black metal bell on the desk.

Cheska, who was wearing a bell, came very quickly.

"Baron, Taylor has prepared everything, and Marl is handing it over to him." Cheska said quickly, "Should he set off with the Tiger's Blade?"

"No, let Marl take the Tiger's Blade's bard to see my mother." Lowry replied calmly, "Also, this letter."

Cheska was stunned for a moment: "Baron, they might cause trouble in the Earl's territory."

"It doesn't matter." Lowry shook his head, "I always feel that the Earl is not really that naive."

Of course, Cheska understood what Lowry meant… Whether the Earl is pretending to be stupid or not, anyway, the other party will not want Lowry and Mrs. Yagris to know.

Then Lowry doesn't need to uncover this matter.

Even if the Earl may have played himself in.

But Lowry can't let Mrs. Yagris be trapped in those messy things.

Cheska, who was also a little confused, couldn't help but ask: "Patty-mama should know that something happened on our side, why is there no movement at all?"

"Who knows?" Lowry looked at the sky outside the window and whispered.

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"Hasn't Lowry's man come yet?" Mrs. Yagris paced anxiously in her reception room.

"Even if they come, they have to see the Earl first." Patty said slowly, "I heard that Marl is coming."

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"Heh ~" Mrs. Yagris laughed gloatingly, "My darling son is just like me!"

"Mrs. Yagris, Young Master Masoud has once again proposed the idea of wanting the right wing, and the Earl seems a little hesitant." Patty shook her head and brought up the recent trouble, "According to common sense, Young Master Lowry, who has officially separated from the family, should indeed not continue…"

"Should? What is should?" Mrs. Yagris curled her lips angrily, "If it really should, Masoud should have separated from the family and left long ago!"

"But we shouldn't say these words." Patty said a little distressedly, "Isn't the reason why they repeatedly mentioned this matter is to hope that we will take the initiative to create an opportunity for them to separate from the family?"

Yagris waved her hand irritably: "The last time! Patty, the last time!

If the second child says it again, I will definitely not back down again."

Patty sighed softly: "Okay, I will prepare."

"Mrs. Yagris, Marl is here, and he also brought a bard." A voice came from outside the reception room.

Patty stood up curiously: "Bard? I'll go take a look."

Turning back again, behind her, in addition to Marl in a uniform, there was also a boy wearing a white silk shirt and black straight trousers.

Is it a boy? Yagris looked at him in confusion: golden woolly curls, curved smiling eyes, with a pair of dimples on the corners of his mouth, a natural smiling face.

Then her attention was attracted by Marl's words: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Yagris, this is a letter from Young Master Lowry for you.

Oh, by the way, there is also this bard, Seven, Young Master Lowry said that he has a very moving epic poem, and he hopes that Mrs. Yagris will also like it."

Yagris blinked: "Ah… please."

Seven squinted at Yagris, thanked Patty for sending him a chair, and then took out his seven-stringed lyre and began to sing with a calm face.

His voice was like a tinkling spring, clear and peaceful, and the maids in the reception room were all fascinated.

Yagris opened the letter in her hand to the accompaniment of this voice.