The move was scheduled for nighttime, because someone like Morgott stood out far too much in broad daylight.
None of them had much luggage. They chose to travel light and moved into Godwyn's Small Courtyard.
On the second floor, outside Godwyn's room, Godrick was trying to persuade Lhutel.
"Listen, Lhutel. I know you're loyal to my father, but I'm his son. His own flesh and blood." Godrick pointed at his chest. "You're carrying out your orders to protect him, and I want to do my part too. I've grown up. Doesn't that make you happy?"
Lhutel, who stood guard outside Godwyn's door, felt rather helpless. To be honest, in her eyes, Godrick was still that little boy who loved getting into trouble and stirring things up.
Thanks to their long lives, children always remained children in their eyes, as though the day they grew up would never come.
Time had become less meaningful.
"But the people you brought want to make alterations here..." That was Lhutel's difficulty.
"Trust me, they're professionals. And they won't affect the building itself." Godrick ran his hand along the wall. "It's all magic and equipment added on the outside."
Only after hearing that did Lhutel nod and relent.
Since their leader had approved, the other knights naturally had no objections.
Zhao Si led the others in reinforcing the entire place and replacing the window grilles. Wonderful. Nobody noticed that the Iron Grille on one window had a very strange design.
After a round of clanging and hammering, Morgott channeled Golden Magic and used his unique power of Incantations to seal every door and window of Godwyn's room shut.
The entire room was sealed with magic, keeping out people like Zhao Si who knew how to slip through doors and pick locks.
"This is a torch