Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 906 A sword can stab, and it can cleave.

The main reason why the Edwards family has only now found a way out is that the Marquis himself had too high moral standards, was too conscientious, and cared too much about his children.

He would rather choose a weaker family than let his eldest son marry a girl who has nothing but status and looks.

But at least Brutus was able to marry the darling of a family of similar status to Edwards.

The Edwards family was very loving, so when choosing a wife for their heir, they generally selected girls who grew up in love, were valued by their families, and were willing to value their families in return.

It's easy to imagine how lavish David's mother's dowry must have been.

David, who was entitled to half of the family fortune when he came of age and divided the property, really didn't care about his uncle's small amount of money.

But he really liked his uncle.

So, even though he knew his father might be angry with Wyatt, David still struggled to speak: "Uncle, shouldn't we at least give him a heads-up?"

His father must have found the location of the Storm High Priest to speak like that.

No matter where it is, it's definitely not where his uncle lives.

According to Wyatt's Law of the Past... Uncle must have found someone who is unrelated to this matter but is even more terrifying.

Furthermore, they have already begun to act in a way that offends people.

David, I really don't want to see my uncle's tragic end...

“If you’d like, you can go and keep him company,” Brutus said expressionlessly.

"No, no, no!" David refused repeatedly.

That's all he can do.

Judging from Brutus' performance, Wyatt will at most suffer a bit, but he won't die a horrible death.

Then his dear uncle will have to bear it himself!

David quickly retreated, slipping past a crystal vase into the corridor.
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Pat gracefully opened and closed the ivory fan, looking with a half-smile at the... well... colorful ice dog that was jumping around holding a tattered flower?
In short, it's not a person.

She couldn't help but secretly berate her northern companions in the Book of Shells... What was the point of recommending this thing?
Pat never expected that the person he had come to Edwards' banquet with such enthusiasm to investigate would be so...foolish.

If it were just a one-night stand, Pat could tolerate it, given that his face was still quite pretty even when he was being silly.

But... who would dare to have a child with this thing?

The Gezar bloodline will optimize the other party's most distinctive bloodline, but it's not necessarily the best bloodline... There are also quite a few cases of reverse optimization.

The secret location of the tower has long proven this.

If Ice Dog King were optimized from Stupid Dog, would she even survive?

Although the Lord of the Tower might not necessarily use her child as a vessel for her descent, and Pat had no such desire... she never imagined that this child was someone the Lord of the Tower would avoid at all costs.

She had worked so hard for so long so that she could smoothly escape those troubles, instead of being abandoned by the Tower Lord for giving birth to the wrong child, and then being beaten half to death by the church leaders who had long disliked her... who might not even be able to leave behind a complete corpse.

Out of the corner of his eye, Pat caught sight of the elegant, beautiful, calm, and composed leopard cat among the old foxes, and he sighed from the bottom of his heart.

How did he become the chief steward of the King of the North?

“Padrick! What are you doing here?” A playful female voice interrupted Wyatt’s rambling.

Wyatt turned and looked at him, a warm smile spreading across his face: "Oh, Patrick, go out and have some fun with your friends!"

Patrick Garfield Edwards, who had accompanied his uncle to investigate the source of the danger but could only watch his uncle go mad, glanced bewilderedly at the beautiful young lady standing there gracefully... wearing a pale purple silk dress and with long, light golden hair.

Although it looks simple, the long dress alone, whose color perfectly matches her hair, is enough to buy a standard set of knight's armor.

This dress is made by Qingfengling.

For the nobles of the North, the only downside of these rare and unique aristocratic robes from the Maple Ridge are their high price.

However, for the nobles in the capital, the biggest drawback is not money, but the inability to buy things, and the fact that they can only rob the northern nobles of what they have already picked.

For the great nobles, this was the most unbearable thing.

However, no one could approach the Qingfeng Territory Merchant Guild, which only traded with the King's Merchant Guild, to discuss whether they could bring over more formal attire.

After all, negotiating with people is easy, but negotiating with wolves... even the most intelligent wolf won't work.

Their lines of thought are completely different.

Therefore, nobles with some power would send their own caravans to Qingfeng Territory.

The Edwards family was no exception.

And Patrick had just returned from there recently... Some items were too expensive, and it was actually difficult for the chamber of commerce leader to handle them properly.

They wouldn't understand why clothes that are both purple and made of the same material have two different prices.

In order to achieve the so-called cost-effectiveness, tour leaders usually choose the more affordable option.

But for the great nobles, what mattered was that they were unique.

For example, this pale purple dress, dyed so beautifully, resembles the moment when the sunset and the new moon embrace intimately.

Although the moon quietly appears at dusk, it is rarely touched by the evening glow, which touches its cool, clear halo.

Most of the time, sunsets are orange-yellow, but only those that witness the moment the sun sets are pink. And then, this pink sunset can even embrace the newly appeared moon... Even the most outstanding painter would find it difficult to capture such a rare and beautiful sight.

However, Lord Lori of Qingfeng Territory dyed his clothes with the special sunset glow.

It's easy to imagine how expensive this seemingly simple long dress must be.

The reason Patrick remembered this dress so vividly was, of course, because it was the dress he had personally bought… and the one that the ladies who almost slit his throat after losing it!
Logically, this dress should have been one of the most sensational items from the Edwards Chamber of Commerce.

But... his dear mother chose to leave it to her future granddaughter.

Patrick wasn't foolish enough to ask what would happen if he didn't have a daughter.

They didn't even ask.

He looked at the girl in front of him carefully again before walking over with a dazed smile on his face.

He only has one younger brother, right?

Wyatt glanced at his nephew with some suspicion... When did Patrick have someone like this to pursue him?

How could someone be so easily captivated by just seeing her?
The girl was indeed quite pretty, and a little playful too; she was definitely the type that a conservative like Patrick would like.

But it's not that beautiful, is it?

He tilted his head and thought for a while, but still couldn't figure it out.

But her features seemed somewhat familiar, so she must be a girl from a prominent family with whom she had dealings.

As for why he doesn't recognize them... he doesn't recognize many of the younger generation of girls.

Especially good girls from strict families are usually reminded to avoid him when going out and socializing.

Wyatt would never associate with such troublesome girls; he'd rather no one be interested in him!

He likes...

He put the roses away from his hand, then took out an amaryllis named 'Cupid' from his sleeve and presented it to the beauty before him with a sincere expression.

Regardless of where this beauty came from, Wyatt could smell her alluring charm.

This is the kind of girl he's used to hanging out with!

Before stabbing each other in the back, wouldn't it be better for us to have a beautiful get-together?
Staring at the flowers in front of him, Pat just wanted to slap Wyatt to the heavens.

This isn't the kind of tavern they usually frequent when hunting!
The flower 'Cupid' may look magnificent and grand, but it is actually a small bulbous plant, so it is used by the girls of the Book of Shells as a code word for seeking a one-night stand.

As a long-established secret gathering, the Shell House has some coded messages that have long been circulated outside.

Therefore, almost everyone at most popular dating spots knows the true meaning of this flower.

But what is her identity now? Does this guy not understand or look down on her?

Pat bit his lip slightly.

In any case, her goal for today has already been thwarted.

Over there, there was another old man she loathed... Although not all Storm Cultists could evoke those disgusting memories of her past, this one had a similar feel to the villains the Gezar family had once entertained.

Pat, really, it's so hard to hold back.

She looked down at the 'goddess of love', the amaryllis, and gave Wyatt a dazzling smile.

Then, amidst that idiot's big white teeth, she bent down and tore open her long skirt, then pulled a long sword from her folding fan and slashed at him: "Being good at stabbing doesn't mean you can't slash. Next time, remember not to discuss women's muscles in public."

Wyatt dodged awkwardly, and just as he was about to turn around and ask the servant who had been nearby for his weapon, he discovered that... the other party had already disappeared.

The screams that echoed throughout the hall testified to how cold his heart had become.

The floorboards that moved directly to both sides near them further confirmed his guess... his brother knew everything and was just messing with him.

Then he was suddenly startled and froze on the spot.

Wyatt was truly heartbroken.

But the woman with the long sword and a cold, hard expression simply used the small fan in her other hand to swiftly and cleanly send him flying to the ceiling.

Caught by the shaky chandelier, Wyatt lowered his head in confusion... The respectable lady was raising her sword to strike a frail old man.

The sword, halfway through its stroke, shifted from a slash to a thrust, its speed several times greater than before.

Wyatt's eyes widened.

He felt like he couldn't stop it.

But the old man actually stopped him.

Endless wind blades rose up around him, and the clanging sounds were ear-piercing.

It was too fast. Wyatt tried his best to observe, but he could only see about a third of the exchange.

He nervously tugged at the handrail in front of him before realizing that it was the metal edge of the chandelier.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

(End of this chapter)