Dear Broom Knight

The people of the Northlands saw it very clearly.

The current situation had little to do with who Schroeder the High Priest's enemies were, or how strong they were.

The most important issue was that this High Priest was completely without the Storm Lord's favor.

Two consecutive retreats proved Schroeder the High Priest's lack of confidence and helplessness.

If some people previously thought he had the ability to turn the tables, that possibility had now become extremely slim.

No one believed that the Storm Lord was unaware of what was happening.

During this time, Duke Schroeder in the capital was also extremely troubled.

If the Schroeder family and the Macmillan family were to clash, most storm nobles would have stood behind the Schroeder family, but now, that ratio had begun to gradually change.

Especially after Selestia Macmillan, who had escaped from 'Count Grzal' back then, advanced to become a level 14 Storm Knight.

Storm Knights at this stage, as long as they gained the Storm Lord's approval, could almost all reach level 16.

Not to mention she was so young.

The Schroeder family, however, had clearly lost the Storm Lord's trust and favor… of course, they never really had it to begin with.

It was just that the Schroeder family, who had grown up in the Storm Church's strict system, had made the Storm Lord believe in their ability and loyalty.

It was actually not much different from being a family servant for generations.

In a situation where divine power could not be easily wasted to investigate whether mortals were sincere, such families, bound to the Storm Church for generations, were indeed more suitable.

This was originally the foundation of the Schroeder family.

But how were the Macmillans any worse than them?

Both families were storm worshippers who followed the founding king in establishing the nation, and the effort and blood they shed were no different. In the end, one became a duke, and the other was only an earl… The reason for this huge gap was not because Schroeder was stronger than Macmillan, but because that Macmillan knight was a woman.

This was not gender discrimination, but rather, men would naturally stand behind men.

Although there weren't few female great knights who could make it to the end, the number was still less.

Macmillan's subordinates simply didn't have as many great knights led by Schroeder, so the military merits she received would naturally be much less.

Don't even mention that there would always be men willing to follow a woman… Unless Macmillan was much stronger than Schroeder, and her personal charm far exceeded Schroeder's, it was absolutely impossible.

She wasn't strong enough to that extent.

Everyone was for their own benefit, so of course, stronger individuals with more shared interests were more worthy of following.

But now it was different.

Macmillan was still the Macmillan who insisted on a female family head, but Schroeder was no longer the Schroeder he once was.

The storm nobles must have someone who can lead them against the royal nobles, and Macmillan was just right… At this time, that little difference between men and women was completely unnecessary to care about.

The position was the most important thing.

Especially when the next generation of the Schroeder family was much worse than Miss Selestia Macmillan, making it impossible to compare them.

You should know that even now, some people still compare Selestia Macmillan with that Baron Green Maple!

At least in terms of level, there was indeed no difference.

The Schroeder family was truly in deep water.

But without offerings, no one buying potions, how could they support so many people with the little money they made from treating ordinary people and exorcising evil?

For such a trivial matter related only to money, Bishop Blair, as an appendage of Schroeder the High Priest, really didn't dare to mention it to him.

He could only be caught in a dilemma.

Blair sighed deeply and turned to look at the sky outside.

Autumn was coming soon.

Would that illusion appear again?

He couldn't help clenching his fist: Not acting once or twice was acceptable.

This was going to be the third time!

Even the Night Goddess and the Lord of Knowledge wouldn't be angered at the High Priest because of this, right?

As Bishop Blair, who rose from the common people, was grateful and in awe of Schroeder the High Priest who had promoted him, his greatest loyalty was definitely dedicated to the Storm Lord!

Without love and respect for the Storm Lord, he would never have entered the Storm Church and followed Schroeder the High Priest.

If this continued, Blair was really worried that his loyalty to Schroeder the High Priest would be exhausted.

Right now, he was relying entirely on the Storm Divine Power that still existed in the High Priest's body to support him.

—

Recently, the situation in the Northlands was a bit off.

He had clearly expressed his attitude to the outside world that he did not intend to compete with the new Earl Hamilton, but because of the two big explosions at the Storm Church entrance, his statement had completely lost its meaning.

Every day, people tried to find Fabris to chat and casually mention that brave Mrs. Yagris next door.

Fabris sighed helplessly.

If Lowry had done this, it would have been easier for him to refuse.

His little uncle hadn't even looked him in the eye until now.

But Mrs. Yagris was different!

She was Fabris's formal guardian.

Fabris couldn't possibly say things like 'he wasn't familiar with Mrs. Yagris and didn't have any relationship with her'.

Until now, the second most powerful person in the Montes Territory, or rather, the backup manager, was Mrs. Yagris.

This was a fact that had been backed up at the Noble Affairs Office.

If Fabris, who didn't have a wife and children yet, had any problems, Mrs. Yagris was the one who had to come out and clean up the mess.

Fabris didn't understand why these people had only realized the importance of Mrs. Yagris now.

Just because she hadn't made any noise before, did that mean she wasn't Uncle Lowry's biological mother?

It wasn't until she severely injured Schroeder the High Priest that they suddenly realized that this former Countess Montes was a big shot who could make the entire Northlands tremble with a stomp of her foot.

Although he was complaining inwardly, Fabris wasn't completely ignorant of the reason… It seemed that there had been many personnel changes in the Northlands in recent years, but in essence, most of them were still the same people.

Only the Hamilton Earl Territory had changed.

That was actually just three baronies, and there weren't many proper nobles in them to begin with.

The other nobles, especially those emerging nobles, were all people who existed during the Montes Earl period.

They had long been accustomed to Earl Montes's suppression of Mrs. Yagris.

But at that time, Mrs. Yagris was a level 12 Great Knight, and her knight order could kill three in and three out of these small territories!

His grandfather was really amazing, able to transform the anger of such a great knight into a little romance between husband and wife… No wonder Mrs. Yagris hit him in the face in the later stages.

Fabris sighed deeply: It had been more than twenty years, and he was still repaying the debt owed by his grandfather.

What could he do? He could only find a way to hide and make sure no one could find him.

Fabris looked up at the small corner he was staying in and suddenly showed a bitter smile: Even when hiding, he could only hide in Uncle Lowry's secret garden.

He just didn't know how Uncle Lowry had created this mountain crevice with an invisible entrance.

“Earl Fabris! Earl Fabris!” The fragmented voice reached his ears again, “Come out quickly! There are important guests! From the capital!”

Fabris immediately stood up, circled a few times in the twisting and turning passage, and appeared directly on the top of the stone mountain: “What's going on?”

His butler stumbled over: “It's a Storm Great Knight who's come!

From the Macmillan family! With a warrant from the King.”

Fabris said hesitantly: “Then she must be going to Hamilton!

Why is she here? I don't charge tolls.”

“That Macmillan Great Knight wants to ask you to pass on a message, she wants to see Mrs. Yagris.” The butler, who had finally caught his breath, replied quickly, “She said it too directly and confidently, I, I don't have the qualifications to handle such a big matter!”

“Mrs. Yagris doesn't see outsiders, what's so hard to say?” Fabris jumped off the stone mountain in a few steps, then suddenly reacted, “Macmillan? Selestia Macmillan?”

Everyone knew how this person had survived from 'Count Grzal's' group.

Logically speaking, she should indeed be grateful to the ladies of Grzal.

However, people who knew the High Tower Church better could more or less guess that her sudden departure from her heavily guarded home back then must have had Pat's hand in it.

In the eyes of that bloodthirsty woman, the storm nobles were probably not good people, and children were no exception.

Being used by her was Selestia Macmillan's honor.

Fabris was also someone who knew a little about this.

After all, Ms. Pat, um, this kind of method was previously used to deal with his biological parents.

And the most common way to pinch his parents' weaknesses was his unlucky second uncle.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then simply picked up a feather to contact Lowry… The style of pushing responsibility to others rather than fighting internally was what Lowry had taught him.

—

“What's there to hesitate about?” Lowry sneered, “Does she think it's useful?

I still think the Night Goddess owes me a lot of money!

Just send her away properly.

Are you old and have no ambition?

What does the affairs of the storm nobles have to do with you, a royalist noble?”

It was clear that she was here to give Schroeder the High Priest a hard time before the autumn winds rose.

They can seize their power, but don't think about borrowing the power of Green Maple Territory.

“Is that what Mrs. Yagris thinks too?” Fabris hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

“Do you think my mother would look at her differently because of what Pat did?” Lowry couldn't help but laugh, “When did you become so naive? Fabris.”