Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 38 The Song of Seven the Bard

Fortunately, His Majesty the King is clear-minded and protects his children well.

But this is also very much in the spirit of a dragon that will protect its cubs first, no matter what.

Lori actually had some doubts that the dragon knight in this world had really exchanged blood with the white dragon.

However, among the main members of Tiger Blade, no one looks like His Majesty the King!
Including Leon, who has an unshaven beard and a face full of pits.

Although Alex seldom goes out, Lori has seen him before.

Lowry tried hard to recall the appearance of the young knight in his mind: tall and thin, 185 cm tall, weighing only 130 catties, and very skinny.

But her figure is quite good, with a standard 9-head height, a small head, and dark brown shoulder-length hair. The front hair is a little long, covering her forehead and eyebrows.

However, his eyes are not small, but he always likes to look at people from behind his hair, which gives people a sinister feeling.

If it weren't for her healthy skin color, she could have starred in a vampire movie.

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

Lori compared Alex with the princes he had met, but he was still a little unsure.

But if you really have to think about it, it's not completely similar.

Although the eyebrows and eyes cannot be seen clearly, the shape of the mouth does have some traditional royal features. However, those families that have married royal princesses may also inherit this royal feature!

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

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

People in the palace still mention him occasionally.

Especially when the new queen gave birth to a princess and didn't plan to have any more children.

No matter in which world, there will always be people who hold their begging bowl and worry about other people's golden rice bowl.

Lori really wanted to ask them at that time... Could it be that if the queen gave birth to another child now, would be able to live longer than His Majesty the King?

Do they know how long Bailong can live?
Even if the exchange of blood and blood is discounted, His Majesty will probably be able to see his Lowry's descendants for eight generations.

Therefore, even though he had a decent golden finger and the knowledge from his previous life, Lowry never had any ambition to achieve great things. Although he did not want to curry favor with His Majesty the King, he definitely did not want to go against him.

However, since he knew it so clearly, why did His Majesty the King bring such a big trouble to his territory?

Lowry felt dissatisfied from the bottom of his heart.

Then it quickly turned into foam.

In fact, he knew very well that if His Majesty the King really sent one of his sons to the border for training, it would definitely not be directed at him.

Rather, he called them "a pair of fools".

All the face and status that Lowry has in front of His Majesty the King also comes from his foolish parents.

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

Cheska, who was wearing a bell, came quickly. "Baron, Taylor has prepared everything, and Mal is handing over to him." Cheska said quickly, "Do you want him to go with Tiger Blade?"

"No, let Mal take the bard Tiger Blade to see my mother." Lori replied calmly, "Also, this letter."

Chesca was stunned for a moment: "Baron, they might cause trouble in the earldom."

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

Of course, Chesca understood what Lori meant... Regardless of whether the Count was playing dumb or not, the other party would not want Lori and Madam Yagris to know.

Then there is no need for Lowry to bring this matter up.

Even so, the Count might have gotten himself into trouble.

But Lowry couldn't let Mrs. Yagris get involved in all that shit.

Chesca, who was also a little confused, couldn't help but ask: "Mother Pat, you should know that something happened here, why is there no movement at all?"

"Who knows?" Lori murmured softly, looking at the sky outside the window.
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"Hasn't Lowry's people arrived yet?" Mrs. Yagris paced back and forth in her living room anxiously.

"When they come, they have to see the Earl first." Pat said slowly, "I heard that it was Mal who came."

"Ha~" Madam Yagris laughed with glee, "My baby son is just like me!"

"Mrs. Yager, Master Masood has once again proposed the idea of the right wing, and the Earl seems a little hesitant." Pat shook his head and brought up the recent troubles. "According to common sense, Master Lowry, who has officially separated from the family, should not continue..."

"Should? What do you mean by should?" Yagris curled his lips in anger. "If it really should be, Masood should have separated from the family and left long ago!"

"But we shouldn't say that." Pat said with some distress, "They keep bringing this up, aren't they hoping that we will take the initiative to give them a chance to split up?"

Yagris waved his hands irritably: "For the last time! Pat, for the last time!
Say it again, I will never give in again."

Pat sighed softly, "Okay, I'll be ready."

"Lady Yagris, Mal is here, and he brought a bard with him." A voice came from outside the reception room.

Pat stood up curiously, "Bard? I'll go check it out."

When she turned around again, besides Mal in uniform, there was also a boy in a white silk shirt and black straight trousers following behind her.

Is it a boy? Yagris looked at him a little confused: golden curly hair, curved smiling eyes, a pair of dimples at the corners of his mouth, and a natural smile.

Then she was distracted by Mal's words: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Yagris, this is a letter from Master Lorry.

Oh, yes, there is also the bard Severn. Master Lowry said he has an epic poem that is very touching. I hope Lady Yagris will like it too."

Yagris blinked: "Ah... please."

Seven narrowed his eyes at Yagris, thanked Pat who brought him a chair, then took out his lyre and began to sing with a calm look on his face.

His voice was like the sound of a spring, clear and peaceful, and the maids in the reception room were all fascinated by it.

Accompanied by this sound, Yagris opened the letter in her hand.

(End of this chapter)