Duke of Grief

　　Looking at the castle without any beauty in front of him, Viscount Boggs frowned slightly.

　　‘Military buildings hundreds of years ago are really not elegant at all! The Viscount Boggs thought, ‘Is there anyone still willing to live in such a place? ’

The gate of the castle is not made of pure white stone, there is no relief, and there is no gatekeeper. From top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, there is a rough and vulgar feeling. Viscount Boggs shook his head, and it was only barbaric. People will live here.

　　Only barbarians will serve a black dragon as their lord.

　　After a night of rest, the driver, who felt more tired, flicked his dull arms and drove the horses. The carriage slowly drove into this towering castle.

　　The accompanying knight is only the captain of the knight. This is the city of Wind, the main city of the sorrowful wind, the residence of the sorrowful wind, and does not need so many guards.

Viscount Boggs glanced at the Baron Isaac who was sitting opposite. The other person with a pair of black-framed glasses actually put the book together and leaned on the back of a comfortable chair to close his eyes and relax. This surprised him a little. Yes, he thought the colleague was ready to spend a lifetime with books.

　　 The horse team passed the side door, and the drivers needed to whip continuously to drive these tired horses. Even the horses with the blood of Warcraft can hardly maintain their spirit after a month and a half.

　　The whole team, except that Viscount Boggs seemed to be more energetic, the rest of them could hardly hide their tiredness.

　　 Seeing their appearance, Viscount Boggs was not in a good mood anymore, because he felt that these people made him lose face in front of the ‘beast’ who had just succeeded the Duke’s seat.

　　 Fortunately, the good cultivation of the nobility did not make him lose his temper in public, but this feeling was not good.

　　 Baron Isaac took the spell book in his arms and stepped into this ‘Black Dragon Lair’ with the vigorous Viscount Boggs.

　　 did not anticipate the moist and rancid air, and even a faint floral fragrance filled the air, which made Baron Isaac begin to doubt whether the illustrations he had seen were wrong.

　　A deacon led the way for them. The expected Longwei did not feel that when the servants hurried by, Isaac did not see anything from the faces of these servants.

　　He is thinking whether the black dragon lord is a dragon mage who is proficient in the illusion department.

　　 "Masters, the meeting room is here."

The deacon opened the door for them, and Viscount Boggs adjusted his collar, confirming that there was a courteous smile on his face, and led Baron Isaac into it, and the rest had to stay outside the parlor .

When he first walked in, Viscount Boggs was stunned for a moment, wondering if the deacon had just taken the wrong place. After all, in this kind of place, one should not expect to have a good deacon--the deacon just now, besides doing things In addition to being serious, I am afraid that there are no other advantages? Even the place is wrong.

　　Unlike the short-sighted Viscount Boggs, Baron Isaac had just entered the reception room and felt a suffocation that was suddenly thrown into the center of the battlefield without wearing any armor.

　　 They only have a few simple tables and chairs in front of their eyes, and they don’t need to look up to see the portrait—I don’t know which master painted the portrait of the predecessor Duke of Winds and the powerful and powerful Sword of Winds.

　　 Especially those eyes, looking at those brown eyes, Baron Isaac even ridiculously felt that the old prince was alive and stood in front of himself!

　　 On both sides of the parlor, there are armor pieces that are well maintained-but even if the broken armor is well maintained, it is broken.

　　 This is a helmet depression, the other is the breastplate torn apart, the leg armor further away is completely flat, completely supported by the shelf, and the next one...

　　 Armor, there are layers of weapons, but just like broken armor, these weapons are also broken.

　　 Some of them were broken in half, some of them were curved, and others...

　　It's not like a parlor at all, it's more like a ruined showroom for the miserly aristocrat, but looking at these'broken copper and rotten iron', Baron Isaac was terrified.

　　 After King Krylov I settled the rebellion, it has been more than 500 years ago. During these 500 years, the style of the armor has changed twice, and there is also a transition period, but these armor are here.

　　 More than fifty broken armor, and hundreds of broken weapons, it is like telling him that tragic wind led the history of more than 500 years.

Viscount Boggs didn’t know what his colleague had in mind, he just saw the painting-oh, I’m so sorry, he used to think that the sad family had nothing, now he doesn’t think so, just This painting can double the value of the entire castle.

　　 thought that there would be no more authentic images of Master Basso in this world. I didn't expect to see a portrait here, and it was still a portrait of the old Duke!

　　The court noble who knew nothing about the world stood on tiptoe and looked at the portrait obsessively, and said in his mouth: "It's so beautiful..."

　　 "Cough!"

　　 Viscount Boggs looked back angrily at the man who disturbed his appreciation, but he saw the baron ‘nerd’ glaring at him, and he remembered where he was now, what his identity was, what he was doing!

　　He found that the handsome man with two horns on his head was looking at himself with interest. Even if he felt a little embarrassed, he quickly paid his respects to the new Duke of Winds.

"Sir Duke, good day." Viscount Boggs introduced in an "elegant" tone, "I am Herald of Her Majesty Krylov III, Viscount Boggs, come to congratulate your successor, the one next to me My assistant, the deputy head of the mission, Baron Isaac."

　　 Cervantes nodded and stretched out his hand: "Please sit down! Viscount Boggs, Baron Isaac."

　　 Cervantes' unflinching attitude undermined the good mood that Viscount Boggs had just recovered. Although he still smiled on the surface, what about this? His good mood has been destroyed.

　　After the two of them sat down, Cervantes pointed to the broken armor and asked, "Do you know why our sad wind family put these armor here?"

　　 "Uh..." Viscount Boggs was speechless and helpless, "Want to hear the details."

　　Although he wanted to hear more about the origin of the painting—although he had guessed some vaguely—not these ‘tattered’.

　　Even if there are many stories behind these things, what does it have to do with him?

　　 is nothing but observation, it is an essential skill for every court nobility, and Viscount Boggs is no exception.

Cervantes turned to look at the armor, and his eyes seemed to be filled with emotion: "Every knight, yes, every one! These armor, once had a master, but they all died, died on the battlefield. The body was buried in the tomb, the armor was picked up by his father, and it was put here after a little repair. This is the honor of the sad wind family, because with them, UU reading books www.uukanshu.com only has the current sadness Wind collar; this is also the glory of the sad wind family, each of them is the proud existence of the sad wind family. We will never allow anyone to insult them!"

"Oh, this is really..." Viscount Borges swallowed a spit and held his heart with his right hand. The words were full of admiration. "It's too great! Sacrifice for protection, the romance of the knight, the greatness of life and death Glorious, please allow me to express my highest respect to them here!"

　　 "Thank you." Cervantes smiled and nodded to Viscount Boggs, then frowned and sighed.

　　 Viscount Boggs rubbed his index finger on the wooden chair and grinned reluctantly: "What's the trouble with Lord Duke? Let's talk and listen to us, maybe we can find a solution?"

"Don't hide from you..." Cervantes sighed again. "I wanted to hold a banquet to catch the wind and dust for you, but now the tragic leader is in financial trouble and has no spare money... what can be sold at home. It’s all sold, and even simple tables and chairs are left with these sets, I’m really sorry!”

Viscount Boggs felt that his face was a little bit stiff, and even his voice became a little bit mechanical: "That's...it doesn't matter, after all, I didn't come here for the banquet. Since that's the case, no Is there no way to horse?"

After a little greeting, Cervantes invited Viscount Boggs and Baron Isaac to dinner, but Viscount Boggs had a long way to go, and his hard work caused him to refuse Cervantes' invitation. .

　　After Cervantes expressed regret, Viscount Borges took the man and left Wind Castle.

　　 Baron Isaac has not spoken, nor will he tell Viscount Boggs-that ‘Duke of Winds’ is not Cervantes himself.