Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 502: The Guest House That Cannot Be Inhabited
Valera turned her horse's head and said, "What does that have to do with me?
No one should be unaware of who I am.

Let’s go now! It’s getting late.”

The reason why Valera and Ortiz have been communicating here is to confirm each other's attitudes.

Although Fabrice followed Lori all the time, he was a count after all, and there were so many people following him.

No one knows when he will decide to go his own way.

It is impossible for Valeira to assume that both parties have the same attitude before the other party expresses his position.

This is because Ortiz himself has a straightforward personality. Although he still has the usual aristocratic style of talking about this and pointing fingers, at least he won't test it over and over again.

However, Valera originally intended for Ortiz to go first.

Although she is far ahead in terms of level, Ortiz is of the older generation after all.

Moreover, the Montes Territory is a countship after all.

However, Ortiz had no intention of taking up this issue. In his mind, Lori's territory was the strongest in the North, and Valera should be in the front.

Valeera will only give in once.

Since Ortiz was willing to back down, it was only natural for her to take the lead.

As soon as she passed through the main gate of Hamilton City, Valeera silently reached back and pulled up the hood of her cloak to put it on herself.

Really, it’s so bright!

The sun in the north in winter began to set slowly after three o'clock in the afternoon, so even if they set out early in the morning, they still arrived at the main city of Hamilton before dusk.

However, the weak sunlight of dusk at this moment produced rays of light that were enough to drive people crazy.

She is going blind.

The knights following behind Valeera all pulled down the goggles on their helmets... These goggles were originally designed to prevent people from looking at the snow for a long time, and they really saved everyone's lives at this moment.

No wonder the common people who boasted about the castle were all standing in the outer city area.

After being separated by two walls, the damage was indeed reduced a lot.

Ortiz didn’t actually plan to say it, but in the end, under the blinding light, he couldn’t help but say, “Did the white dragon eat his brain?
Don’t you know that snow reflects light? "

Valera looked up at the sky: "Maybe it will be better at night?"

"Hamilton's people are here." Ortiz, who wanted to continue insulting, gritted his teeth and suppressed his resentment.

Although Leon’s blue-black castle used to be ordinary, it was actually very conspicuous in winter.

But now, that castle covered with flowers and full of refracted light...it seems that it can be said that it is not eye-catching.

It's so eye-catching that it makes people want to smash it.

"Ah... sorry, sorry." A man dressed like a ball hurried up to them, followed by a few people dressed similarly to him.

However, although those guys were quite big and sturdy, they were at least just an oval shape.

The one at the head is a short and fat man who is rarely seen in the North.

It’s not that there are no fat people in the North.

Every family has decadent people who have no talent but don’t want to work hard, don’t want to get married and have children, and just want to live a life of idleness and wait for death.

But people in the North are naturally tall, with women being around 1.9 meters tall.

Madam Yagris, who was considered a tall girl in her family, instantly became a delicate girl after arriving in the North.

Even if tall people wear more clothes because they are afraid of the cold, they still don't have much sense for the ball.

But this short and fat guy was probably only about 1.7 meters tall, and he was wearing a fur coat that reached his calves, and thick boots... Although he ran over, everyone thought he was rolling.

"I'm sorry..." Furball, who finally arrived in front of the horse team, took a few breaths before continuing to apologize, "I'm Bowen Holmes, the political officer of Hamilton.

I'm so sorry, I should have been waiting for you in the outer city... Miss Valera, but I just... um?"

A man behind him grabbed the back of his fur coat and whispered Ortiz's identity.

“Ahhh! Sorry, sorry! Great Knight Ortiz, I didn’t expect that the two of you would arrive together.

Oh, no, no, I..."

After repeatedly apologizing incoherently, he finally organized his words: "Although it is indeed my incompetence, Baron Watson just brought a team of a hundred people, and I had to ask people to arrange their accommodation because the outer city is short of manpower.

I am still not very good at recognizing people, please forgive my rudeness, Miss Valera and Knight Ortiz."

Valera glanced back at Ortiz.

Ortiz couldn't control the gloomy expression on his face, nor did he want to.

The Watson family...can appear independent because the Montes family hopes to have a buffer in the conflict with the royal family.

This buffer point can be the Watson family or the Wolf family, but it is actually decided by the Montes family.

It was fine for Baron Watson to come to meet the new border lord, but it was wrong for him to arrive before them with his family. Normally, except for the small territories near the Hamilton family and the families that had openly followed Earl Hamilton, everyone else should wait until Qingfeng Territory and Montes Territory made some moves before taking action.

This is not only because of the strength of the Montes family, but also because this is the rule.

The strong go first, which has always been the rule of the nobles.

But confidants are definitely not within the scope of these rules.

Baron Watson, is he planning to completely surrender to Earl Ezra?
Valeera thought about it and asked Bowen Holmes: "Why? Did Baron Watson come here suddenly?"

Bowen Holmes grabbed the fur hat he had just taken off, and a strange look appeared on his fat face: "Our earl doesn't know about this.

I was arranged to stay in the outer city in preparation for welcoming you, Miss Valeira.

Although the arrival of Knight Ortiz was somewhat unexpected, Montes understood that the Count had also explained the matter of sending someone to follow Miss Valera. "

The chubby Bowen Holmes looked at Ortiz with his sparkling eyes: "Our Earl, we really didn't expect that Earl Montes would send a big shot like you to Hamilton.

Although I am not a border soldier, my Earl, who comes from the military, admires the professional ethics of the Montes Knights and has never thought about wasting your time on such a trivial matter. "

"How can you say it's a waste?" Ortiz couldn't help but laugh. "Count Ezra is a model for the army."

Bowen Holmes immediately smiled and said, "Haha~ Respected knights, you will always cherish each other!"

Valera mentally gave the new Hamilton political official a high score.

Bowen Holmes may not be as capable as his predecessor, Yuri, but he fits the bill perfectly for Count Ezra's needs.

The great knight, who was used to being in control of everything, must have only needed subordinates who could help him handle interpersonal relationships.

He doesn't need someone who can make decisions for him.

Although it seems that anyone can be the second-in-command, it is difficult to do it for a long time.

From Bowen Holmes' tone, it can be heard that he has obviously been with Ezra for a long time and has been handling these interpersonal network issues for him.

Being flustered, talking nonsense, and stuttering can also be a perfect personality.

The fat white guy who always smiles and is good at flattering others does have an advantage in this regard.

Even though its eyes are not as big as a mouse's, it still looks very cute.

No wonder Ortiz, who was clearly fed up with the castle, softened his tone.

Of course, it is also possible that his hatred has shifted to Baron Watson.

Watson?
Valera looked up in the direction of the castle, then looked down at the fat man: "Mr. Bowen Holmes, is it?
Please arrange an accommodation for us that doesn't overlook the castle. I like a quieter place.

Knight Ortiz..."

"I'm the same as Valera!" Ortiz quickly shifted his attention and spoke in a decisive tone.

Bowen Holmes smiled awkwardly: "That...that...castle...that crystal exterior wall, it will be very beautiful at night."

"I'm old and like a quiet sleep." Valeera stared at him and spoke nonsense seriously.

Bowen Holmes was stunned for a moment, then he straightened up immediately: "Ah~ There is a good place, Miss Valera, you will definitely be satisfied."

Ortiz didn't care at all that the other party only mentioned that Valera was "not intentional" and rode his horse leisurely behind.

"It's really beautiful, and it's a green maple tree." Ortiz looked at Valera with a blank expression and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Valera, doesn't this suit your taste?"

Hamilton, the old Hamilton, who would plant a green maple tree in his home?
Not to mention, the people who planted these trees had originally asked her for the saplings and had once boasted to her about their success.

"This is Miriam's home," Valera said coldly.

Even an old man like Ortiz knew the story of these two men. He couldn't help but move, and the horse under him instantly took a big step back.

"Did you do this on purpose, Mr Bowen Holmes?

Moreover, even if Swordsman Milian left Hamilton, his home would not be taken back, right?

There is no such thing! "

Although Valeera didn't say anything, she still had subordinates who could speak.

Bowen Holmes wiped his sweat awkwardly: "Baron Watson..."

"You don't want to say that Baron Watson and his family have taken the place that was to be arranged for Miss Valera?" the knight asked sharply, "Baron Watson, do you have the guts to do that?"

"I did arrange their family at the edge of the reception hall, but Baron Watson brought his children with him!" Bowen Holmes growled helplessly, "A bunch of children who can run, jump and scream! How dare I arrange Miss Valeera in that area!"

The knight froze on the spot.

Although this statement is speechless, it is very true.

If it were him, he wouldn't be willing to live next door to a bunch of children.

(End of this chapter)