"How is it possible? If White Fox Surrey goes crazy, there will be few awake people in this world." Ansel said with a laugh.

"After all, the four northern leaders were surrounded by mountains and blocked by the hundreds of miles of wasteland that could not be cultivated. They had to be considered an enclave isolated from the Kingdom of Gilt. If Sir Ander Tilles was ambitious, the Leicester family would not be able to handle themselves in the future."

The Four Northern Territories were originally a ghost place where birds could not shit, but the pioneer knights had no good choice at that time. It was good to have a piece of arable land to gain a foothold. With the efforts of generations of pioneer knights, four baron-sized territories were finally opened up between the two ridges.

But these territories are surrounded by mountains and wastelands, and their development potential has been exhausted, so it is already impossible to raise a viscount family.

"I think the White Fox Surrey is still a little less courageous." Warner said angrily: "If it were me, I would use this Ander Tills as the edge and go to the south to fight for a larger territory!"

No one stipulates that the territory of the nobles must be connected together.

For example, there was an Earl of Lill whose main territory was in the Kingdom of Mosoran, and two other territory were in the Kingdom of Disne and the Kingdom of Rift, the kingdom of Mosoran.

Every time the three kingdoms go to war, this man will divide the knights in the territory into three groups, and will work their lives to serve their lives for the three kingdoms.

"Haha." Ansel just smiled, not commenting on the junior's ambition, but lowered his head and took a step: "General!"

"ah--"

Warner's words are easy to say. The Leicester family has been upgraded from the Baron family to the Viscount family. It has been a hundred years of hard work. Surrey Leicester has been planning and disguising for decades, and finally achieved success in one go, shocking the Kingdom of Gilt.

This means that the four northern lords are relatively isolated from other territories of the Kingdom of Gilt.

If you were in the heart of the Kingdom of Gilt, would you please let the Leicester family do this? I wonder how many people would have to intervene. Even if he could annex a baron, others would not allow him to swallow the other two baron territories, let alone be promoted to the Viscount family.

Besides, after this territory war, the Leicester family had all accumulated connections and wealth, so why should they compete for the throne of the earl?

And let alone the Leicester family, even the Terrence family, I will say clearly that I want to fight for the title of Earl of the Realm?

Believe it or not, the first one to kill the Terrence family is the Ottoll family! Friendship is friendship, but in my territory, if you want to develop a force that threatens me, you are seeking death.

Since the Leicester family has no hope of taking a step forward, keeping a promising young man like Ander Tilles is seeking death.

The chess game has ended, so naturally a servant came up to remove the chess board and served refreshments - this is the time for afternoon tea.

"Warner, let's put it aside. It's not worth it to make a vengeance with a promising mid-level professional for this little thing. No one else knows that you are going to propose marriage to your sister, right?"

"That's right, I haven't even said Carol." Warner Terrence nodded.

As long as no one knows about shameful things, it is not embarrassing.

"By the way, since that's the case, I'd like to send a gift to congratulate them on getting married today." Warner Terrence was also able to hold it up and put it down. Since the other party was not a little ant that could be crushed to death directly, there was no need to make enemies about this matter.

Of course, this gift was not mainly for Ander Tilles, but for Miss Amilia who was greatly offended by her.

"It's my part. This is the city of the Ottor family. We also have a responsibility for the guests being assassinated here."

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Ander and Emilia walked side by side and walked into the White Snow Hotel.

As the new jazz, Ander and Emilia, who have never been to Grae City, have no friends here. However, Ron, the eldest son of the Reultes, is said to have a hotel in Grae City.

However, how can Ande now have time to think about this guy?

After instructing the hotel waiters to prepare a sumptuous dinner, Ander took Amilia back to the room directly.

Entering the room, Ender turned around and looked at his newlywed wife.

Ander really wants to organize language to express his love.

There were thousands of feelings and billions of love in my heart, rushing to spit out my lips and teeth, but maybe it was because my throat was too narrow, maybe it was because a tongue could not express so many love at the same time, and thousands of words were blocked in my throat, which made Ander's face turn red for a moment, but couldn't say a word.

"End—I love you!"

Amilia stretched out her arms and gently hugged Ander's back.

The two of them hugged each other quietly and leaned against the wall.

Time passed quietly, and the two of them hugged quietly, neither of them spoke, nor did they want to move, for fear of breaking the sweet tranquility.

The sunlight shone in from the window and slowly moved on the wall until only a red sunset was seen outside the window.

"Sir Ander, Ms. Amilia, your supper is here." It took me a long time until the knock on the door outside broke the tranquility in the room.

Amilia gently let go of Ende and walked quietly into the room.

Andra opened the door.

The three waiters came in with a dining cart and began to collaborate on the dining table.

They are not only the dinner arranger, but also the attendants who serve the VIPs to dinner - of course, this refers to the situation where the VIPs do not bring their own attendants.

White tablecloths, red roses, candles burning with fragrance, exquisite dishes and tableware made of rose gold.

One attendant played the harp, with a brisk and a faint joy. The other two attended the wine glasses filled with ruby-like wine.

Ander and Emiliya were dressed and sat on both sides of the dining table.

"Mrs. Tills, cheers!" Ander raised his glass, spoke seriously, and had a smile in his eyes.

"Cheers, Mr. Tills!" On the other side of the table, Emilya smiled like a flower.

The two of them drank all the wine glasses at the same time, put down their wine glasses, looked at each other and smiled - thousands of words, all without saying anything.

The next step is naturally that spring night is short and there is nothing to say overnight.

(The fat man actually has something to say here, but I dare not say it, so let's hold it in for now)

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Early the next morning.

Ander and Emilya got up a little later than usual.

Walking out of the door, passing through the garden, and coming to the entrance hall of the White Snow Hotel, Sir Rodney had been waiting here long ago - it was not that he and the Ander and his wife had an appointment to visit Gra City together, but that they came here specifically.

"End, I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday!"

Sir Rodney is so old that both Ender and Emilia can think that the assassin is coming to him. Could it be that he himself can't think of it?

It was precisely because Sir Rodney thought of this that he did not dare to run out of the White Snow Hotel to deliver medicine to Amilia yesterday, but asked his attendant Roth to bring the wound medicine and other supplies.

Otherwise, it was not Sir Rodney who came forward, how could Roth, a small jazz attendant, ask the White Snow Inn to help prepare so many things?

"It's okay, Sir Rodney, you can't blame you." Ender was in a particularly happy mood today, so he naturally wouldn't take this unintentional mistake to heart.

"I still want—huh?"

Rodney's eyes lit up and suddenly realized that Emilia's outfit today was different from the past.

The aristocratic costumes have metal patterns that mark their own titles, and correspondingly, the aristocratic lady's costumes also have silk laces that mark their husband's titles. This is common sense, and it is much simpler than identifying the strange aristocratic heralds.

Rodney naturally knew that Emilia was wearing the clothes she was wearing today with the unique logo of the Lord's wife.

"Emilya, Ender, you-?"

"Well, we formed a sacred marriage yesterday under the witness of Ms. Altoran's bishop." Ender nodded, affirming Sir Rodney's guess.

——The so-called sacred marriage refers specifically to a wedding hosted by a clergy. This wedding will be recorded in the religion and has generally recognized legal effect.

"It's so regretful, it's so regretful, I didn't even attend your wedding!"

Sir Rodney leaned back slightly and stretched out his hands forward. He shook his head, and his face looked both joyful and regretful.

It was as if my daughter had tied a good marriage, but she didn't catch up with her daughter's wedding.

"Are you going out now?" Sir Rodney asked after sighing for a while, calming down his sad expression.

"Let's go out for a walk and go see Mr. Ron."

"Well, I wish you all a good time. I, a bad old man, will not bother you young couple."

Watching Ander and Emilia walk out of the hotel gate, Sir Rodney waves and the attendant Roth comes over.

Sir Rodney ordered: "Take a few people to carefully choose a decent gift for me, so as to be a gift for Sir Ander's wedding—the amount of the gift must be enough to make up for my mistreat yesterday!"

"As for orders, sir."

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Maybe the unlucky thing has passed yesterday, but today Ander and Emilia have been shopping very smoothly.

The magnificent temples, exquisite sculptures, shops with their own characteristics, and even many restaurants and snack shops.

The commercial area of ​​this world may not be comparable to the earth in terms of advanced nature, but it is not much inferior to the prosperity.

And Amilia are both warriors on the road of qi and blood. Although they are not as big as the authentic berserkers' appetite, they are actually quite edible.

Along the way, the two of them had almost no food and drink.

"I said, are these two really jazz and jazz ladies?" Someone was muttering from afar.

"They are not only jazz and the Jazz Lady, but Sir Ander is also a mid-level pro!"

"That Jazz lady is said to be a professional, and a professional axe warrior."

"No, is that jazz lady an axe warrior? You're not kidding?"

"Either berthwarriors, they are all professionals who are good at power."

"Actually, it doesn't matter what we do. Just keep an eye on them and don't cause trouble."

Although their voices were very small, since they mentioned Ender's name, Ender could hear these words clearly with concentration.
To be continued...