Flor city

The next day, Locke finally figured out what had happened the night before.

It turned out that these relatives, whom he had never met before, saw that they had nothing to do with Locke's family, so they turned their attention to Lia.

One of them said that Lia wasn't young anymore and that it was time for her to find a good man to marry. Everyone agreed with him.

The skinny man was the candidate that his father had recommended. He tried to attract Lia's attention with his only passable height.

Unfortunately, Rheia didn't even roll her eyes at him. She treated him like air.

As for the skinny man, he didn't have any self-awareness. Seeing that Rheia was beautiful, he was tempted and wanted to pluck this beautiful flower under the instigation of his elders.

As long as he could marry Lia, he would be the brother-in-law of a noble knight. By then, he could have anything he wanted.

Just like that, a farcical suggestion, a guy who didn't know his place, and a group of 'relatives' who only cared about profit came together to form this ridiculous scene.

Locke only had one word for them, and that was, "Scram!"

At Yoshk's behest, all the people involved were locked up in Quarryton's prison. Because they had not done any actual harm, they would only be locked up for two or three days. But these two or three days would be something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

The soldiers in the prison would treat them well.

Locke was still comforting Lia, but it wasn't very effective. Lia didn't smile for the whole day.

In the afternoon, the convoy sent by Cardoj arrived. Locke's family packed their things, got in the baron's convoy and left Quarryton.

Before leaving, Locke, Hans and Cain hugged each other silently. This wasn't a farewell, they secretly promised each other.

The two relatives in Quarryton didn't join in the trouble last night. Locke treated them kindly and gave each of them a hundred silver thalers. He also asked Yoshk to take care of them. This was all he could do.

Lia was still unhappy in the carriage. It was probably her first time in a carriage, but she didn't seem happy at all. Locke tried to cheer her up several times, but it was to no avail.

"What's wrong with Sis?" Locke asked his parents in another carriage. The baron had sent a total of three carriages, and one of them was loaded with some daily necessities.

Locke Senior pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but his mother, Tia, told him the truth.

"Your sister, Lia, is actually not your biological sister." Tia's words were so shocking that Locke couldn't react for a long time.

Tia continued, "Yesterday, when the relatives were chatting, they talked about this and Leah overheard it."

Tia told him everything about Lia's life and what happened last night.

It turned out that Rheia's crying and unhappiness were not caused by the skinny man, but by her sadness after finding out about her parentage. Rheia's parents and brother, who had accompanied her for more than 20 years, were not her biological parents and brother. It was obvious how devastated Rheia was.

Yesterday's skinny man, as well as the large group of relatives who were locked up in prison, could be said to be innocent bystanders, because Rheia was crying about her past.

It wasn't entirely accurate to say that they were innocent. After all, it was a slip of the tongue when they were chatting and Rheia overheard it. They deserved it, so he didn't feel the slightest bit of pressure.

Only by knowing why Rheia was upset could he find the right remedy.

He spent the whole day in his sister's carriage, telling jokes and stories, especially about the dangers he had encountered and the battles he had participated in. Unknowingly, the tears on Rheia's face dried up and she began to listen to his nonsense.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Rheia smiled again.

When they arrived at Cardoj's castle, the convoy expanded to eleven carriages. The baron and his family were almost all going to the royal capital for sightseeing.

Second Master Barton squeezed into the same carriage as Locke. He didn't act like a son of a baron at all as he chatted with Locke.

Rheia, who was in the carriage, didn't attract much of Barton's attention. Rheia's beauty was top-notch in Maple Village, but it wasn't enough for Barton. She was just an ordinary-looking woman, which was Barton's definition.

Locke found that Barton mainly talked about the internal affairs of the territory and didn't talk much about war and personal strength. Compared to the talkative Barton, Locke was more interested in Solon, who was already a stranger to Locke.

Locke really didn't have much to talk about. How could an illiterate person who could only write his and his family's names find a common topic in front of a peer who had received a high noble education?

The awkwardness in the carriage soon dissipated because Wyr had also joined the convoy.

The number of carriages in the convoy had increased to fifteen.

There were also five squads of cavalry on both sides of the mighty convoy. The baron had probably mobilized all the available cavalry in the territory.

Because Wyr's family was in the carriage, Locke only saw one. It should be his son, who looked a little weak.

"Greetings, Lord Wyr!" Locke got out of the carriage and rode on a horse brought over by an attendant, catching up with Wyr.

Wyr was riding in front with his son. When he saw Locke, he smiled and replied, "You're going to be a knight soon, so you don't have to call me Lord anymore."

"That's not necessarily true." Locke smiled. Cardoj's promotion to viscount was certain, but what about Wyr? Locke didn't believe that Wyr, who was a high-rank Knecht, couldn't go any further.

Knights were at the bottom of the nobility. Many nobles with a long history had always regarded knight-level nobles as their retainers and servants. Only by becoming a lord could one truly integrate into the noble circle.

Perhaps Locke should address Wyr as a knight in a month's time.

Wyr understood what Locke was implying. He smiled reservedly and didn't answer. Instead, he introduced his son to Locke.

"This is Sverre, my son."

Locke took a good look at him and stretched out his hand. "Greetings, Sverre!"

"Greetings!" Sverre didn't have the imposing manner and boldness that his father had. On the contrary, he looked very shy. When Locke reached out to greet him, he hurriedly stretched out his skinny arm and small palm.

It was hard to imagine that Wyr, who was a high-rank Knecht, had a son who didn't inherit any of his physique or personality. Apart from their similar faces, they were completely opposite ends of the spectrum.

It wasn't until they shook hands that Locke noticed a slight difference. Sverre obviously didn't use any force, but he gave off an aggressive aura. This was a sign that he couldn't suppress his impetus. Locke had also experienced this when he was promoted to a low-rank Knecht.

It seemed that Sverre had just become a low-rank Knecht not long ago. Locke recalled that Wyr had used three favors in exchange for his strengthening potion.

He smiled and chatted with Wyr and Cardoj while greeting Barton, who had followed them out of nowhere. They were chatting happily.

Locke didn't take Sverre's strength to heart. If Locke took the strengthening potion to break through a bottleneck, then Sverre was purely spoiling things through excessive enthusiasm. Locke even felt that a strong ordinary soldier could defeat Sverre. His arms were as thin as willow twigs.

"You young ones can chat. I'll go talk to the baron for a while!" Wyr said to Locke and the other two with a smile. He then went to the front of the convoy to look for Cardoj.

Locke didn't feel anything when Wyr left, but Sverre and Barton heaved a sigh of relief at the same time. Both of them seemed to be under a lot of pressure when facing Wyr.

"Congratulations, Sverre! You've become a low-rank Knecht!" Barton smiled. Unlike Locke, who was meeting Sverre for the first time, Barton and Sverre were old friends.

"Thank you, it's all thanks to my father," said Sverre shyly.

Locke felt that Sverre was no different from a woman except for his male face. His body trembled and he tried not to look at him.

The three of them talked about meaningless things. Barton was the main speaker, and Locke would chime in from time to time. Sverre was just a listener.

"When we get to the royal capital, I'll show you around!" Barton promised. "I've been there several times!"

"Sure, you'll lead the way!" Locke and Sverre kept nodding.

If one looked closely, they would notice that both Sverre and Barton were consciously or unconsciously following Locke's lead.

One of them was the baron's second son, and the other was a good-for-nothing knight's son. It was unknown what they would become in the future. At present, Locke, a 'knight-to-be' noble, was much more popular than the two of them. None of these noble children were stupid. Locke, who had been in the army for so many years, didn't notice it at first. It wasn't until a few days later that he realized it.

Wyr looked back at Sverre, who was walking with Locke and Barton, and sighed. The strengthening potion he asked for from Locke had indeed been given to Sverre, but the effect was very low.

With the help of many other precious potions, Sverre had barely become a low-rank Knecht, but the improvement in his strength wasn't obvious.

If it wasn't for the fact that Sverre's mother was Wyr's most beloved woman, he would've changed his heir.

Three days later, Cardoj's convoy arrived in front of Felor. The towering city walls stood tall, and there was a long queue under the city gate. All of them were ordinary people who wanted to enter the city.

The largest city that Locke had seen before was Audis, followed by Bideslane. Now that he stopped to take a good look at Felor, he came to the conclusion that Felor was the real behemoth in terms of the magnificence of the city walls.

The outer wall of Felor spanned thousands of metres, blocking the eyes of all outsiders.

Of course, Cardoj's convoy didn't need to queue like ordinary people. Nobles had their privileges. There was a small passage on the right side of the main gate for nobles to enter and exit.

However, at this time, there was also a queue for this passage. Countless carriages formed a long snake, the length of which was second only to the passage for ordinary people.

"Almost all the nobles in the country have come to the royal capital this month," Cardoj explained to the people in the convoy with a bitter smile.

Just like Cardoj, these nobles were here to 'share the cake'.

The city guards were very efficient when dealing with the nobles. It only took two hours for Locke and the others to get their turn.

The baron paid a silver thaler for each of them, and the convoy drove into Felor.

It wasn't as busy and depressing as Bideslane. Felor was dignified and lively at the same time. The busy and orderly city scenery attracted the attention of Locke and the other country bumpkins.

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