Dear Broom Knight

“Wait a moment, Charles.” Yuri, having completed his spellcasting, voiced his inner doubts, “Pat, what does it mean for you to leave with them?”

He didn't react at first, but upon further reflection, he realized how unbelievable those words were.

Pat was Countess Yagris's head housekeeper!

Unless the level 12 Great Knight and Count Montes were separated, Pat should be staying in the Montes County.

But, even if those two had truly fallen out…

That wouldn't be surprising.

The couple's bumpy relationship was a well-known story in the borderlands.

Moreover, the Countess, who had rushed past them just now, was anxiously searching for her head housekeeper, without even glancing at the circular protective cabin in the center of the castle.

However, the Great Knight, who could only hold the title of Countess Montes for various reasons, could only go to her biological son Lowry's barony!

Then Charles's words didn't make sense.

Although there was indeed something wrong with that woman Pat, Yuri had always thought that she was just a head housekeeper who was using her mistress's power to do some private business.

At most, the direction of her profiteering was a bit abnormal, but as long as it didn't harm the master's interests, it didn't matter.

Wasn't that normal?

Just like the two unlucky fellows from the Toler family, although they weren't good people, no one would suspect that they would betray the Great Knight Yagris.

But the meaning in Charles's words was clearly that Pat was going to leave the Northern Lands with some people!

No matter what Pat had done, even if she was colluding with the Church of the Storm, it shouldn't have made it impossible for her to stay in the Northern Lands… The Dire Wolf Blades adventurer group had deduced from various clues that Pat should have some connection with the Church.

And the Gezal family has always had a close relationship with the Church of the Storm.

If the White Dragon King hadn't suddenly appeared, forcing the Church of the Storm to put down its airs and adopt a more conservative style, how could Count Gezal have bothered with the petty squabbles between the princes for a bit of profit!

But if Pat was a member of the Church of the Storm, then what she did would be the 'private business' that the nobles tacitly approved of… purely internal struggle, not enough to make her have to leave Countess Yagris.

That is to say, Pat was very likely a cultist, and, given her intelligence and style of doing things, she must be from the Church of the High Tower.

The Ice and Snow Cult had a nickname called the Mad Dog Gang, although only adventurers usually called them that.

Logically speaking, a cultist in Pat's position should always choose to hide their identity.

They would only be activated at critical moments, otherwise it would be too much of a loss!

Count Montes, although physically unharmed, felt like his head was about to explode.

Even when he heard his powerful wife anxiously calling out the head housekeeper's name as she roared past his hiding place, he didn't react at all.

Right now, he just wanted to strangle his second son, Masud, whom he had doted on and cherished for decades.

“Masud…” Count Montes said faintly, “If I did wrong you a little for the sake of Alex, the compensation you received far exceeded the freedom you sacrificed, am I right?

Otherwise, with your status as a second son, even if I, as your father, went all out to get you a baronial title, it would be impossible to create a barony large enough for you to have the same lifestyle as in the Count's castle.

Even one-fifth the size of Lowry's land was me shamelessly relying on my identity as a border count.

You have no battle merits and weak strength.

Being able to enjoy a sufficiently large barony after Dugen and Bati like this is all thanks to me turning a blind eye to their excessive behavior all these years!

And you can't deny that all of this was at the expense of my interests!

Even the future interests of Alex!

Alex also knows this, but hasn't he defaulted to it?

Masud, what else are you dissatisfied with?”

“Heh heh~ That's really well said!” Masud sneered twice, saying in a sarcastic tone, “Alex, my good brother, indeed didn't say anything, but that's because he has a good wife who can charge ahead for him!

I'm on the left flank! I can't even get a decent meal!

My wife wants some good things to nourish her body, but she can't get them!

I can't even decide what I want to eat at night. As soon as I make a suggestion, there's a guarantee that nothing remotely related to what I want to eat will appear within half a month.

What a wonderful sister-in-law!

She's just short of pointing at my nose and telling me to get lost!

If you have the ability, then say it!

Can I not leave?”

Natalie, who had been standing behind without saying a word, suddenly burst into loud laughter: “Ha~ Haha! I say, younger brother Masud, can you not portray yourself as a pure and flawless lily?

Why am I at odds with you… why are you pretending to be confused!

Who cares about that little bit of money?

Have you forgotten that my dowry filled an entire floor of the left wing!

What dishes that the kitchen didn't make for you haven't you eaten?

The beautiful Madam Nancy could probably dig out her own heart to feed you, right?”

The Count's subordinates, standing far away in the corner and pretending not to exist, couldn't help but steal glances at the senior castle staff in the other corner.

Of course, they were mainly looking at the beautiful head maid of the left wing.

Of course, those who were somewhat familiar with the interpersonal relationships in the castle were also whispering:

“Didn't they say that Madam Nancy and that bard are lovers?”

“Lovers only, not a proper couple. It's nothing to look for some new excitement.”

“Oh oh, no wonder I heard people mention that Marshall was flirting with some maids from the right wing.”

“Ah ah? Was the purge on the right wing because of this?”

“He doesn't necessarily have any bad intentions, but no girl on the left wing dares to flirt with him!

No wonder the few girls sent out from the right wing clearly don't have any attributes.”

Madam Nancy looked at this side with a pale face: “I have only been taking special care of young master Masud because of Madam Newman's instructions before her death!

Madam Natalie, you are going too far!”

“I'm going too far?” Natalie revealed an icy smile, “I say, head maid Nancy, do you really think that the places where you and Masud date are so uninhabited?

That's right, maybe you think that after Lowry left the castle, those hidden corners wouldn't suddenly have a head pop out, right?

Too bad… there are always people who like to hide and play around.

Ah~ Mommy Nancy~ only your bosom is so broad, that I can't bear…”

“Enough! Natalie!” Count Montes opened his mouth in a rage, “Is this the kind of thing to say in a place like this?”

“Heh heh~” Natalie opened her fan and began to fan herself quickly.

Masud, who had been publicly shown disgust and directly told to ‘leave quickly,’ could only express his dissatisfaction with a pale face.

However, because his expression was subtly similar to Madam Nancy's, some people in the corner couldn't help but snicker.

Masud could only turn his eyes to Kyle, who was standing behind Natalie: “I really didn't expect, my dear little nephew, I treated you so well, but you…”

“My position can only be on the side of my own parents! My uncle.” Kyle, whose eyes were covered by long bangs, replied softly, “I don't need to be swayed by ill-intentioned soft words.”

“Haha~ It seems that among my brother's children, the one with the most fatherly demeanor is actually you!” Masud laughed loudly.

“Ah… but I don't need to struggle like you! I'm the third child.” Kyle said with a smile, “I'm not like you, uncle, who only needs to kill one brother.

If I really did that, who could I hide it from?

The Montes family isn't without other heirs besides me.

I'm not like you, uncle, who has so much courage.”

He tilted his head, his expression looking very subtle.

Masud didn't hesitate to make Kyle's unfinished words clear: “Of course, if you kill the Montes family until there's only one of you left, wouldn't that work?

After all, this country needs a Montes. However, His Majesty the King doesn't care which Montes survives.

Even if our dear father swept his dragon droppings for 10 years.”

“Masud, it seems you already know that Dugen and Bati are dead.” Count Montes ignored his rebellious son's madness, “And your wife.

Although it's a pity, you should consider the identity of your new wife.

Then prepare to go to your own territory!

As for whether those unclaimed lands occupied by Bati and Dugen can still be kept in your hands, that's your own business.

I won't care, and I don't have the ability to care.”

He heavily patted the wall beside him: “The strongest knight order in Montes County is now Yagris's.”

Although the strongest knights were not in trouble, and were promptly pulled into this defensive cabin, but… what really allows a knight order to gain a foothold is the continuous stream of younger generation knights.

Only when the old, middle-aged, and new generations of knights are uninterrupted can the battle spirit of the knight order live forever.

Among knights, once the conscious resonance formed by long-term cooperation is lost, it is impossible to establish a truly effective knight formation!

Armies can, because they are numerous, and the soul resonance above ten thousand people can directly bring newcomers into their resonance.

But nobles' private armies can't do this, even if many of their knight orders have retired from the army.

What they are fighting for seems to be just a slogan, but it is indeed the only way for knights to unite their fighting will.

To put it bluntly, knights must first convince themselves before they can integrate into the collective.

And that big explosion just now almost wiped out the new generation of knights in Montes County.