The pleasant breakfast time ended with laughter. Mrs. Louis wiped the corner of his mouth gracefully and suggested. "Maya, why don't I take you to visit the castle? I didn't have time to entertain you yesterday."
"That's great." Maya agreed happily.
Under the guidance of Mrs. Louis, a group of people strolled through the ancient castle corridors. The sun shone through the stained glass windows, casting colorful light and shadow on the stone walls. The lady introduced the history of the castle in detail, sometimes pointing to a portrait of an ancestor and telling interesting stories, sometimes stopping in front of an antique to elaborate on its origins.
After the visit, everyone enjoyed refreshments in the greenhouse garden. Mrs. Louis specially arranged for Lucy and Yavi to sit opposite each other. Maya agreed knowingly, "Young people should communicate more."
Lucy held the tea cup in both hands, peeking at Yavi across from him from time to time, and then quickly lowered his head, his cheeks slightly red. Yavi was sipping the black tea calmly, with a gentle smile in his silver-gray eyes.
"Miss Lucy," Yavi put down the teacup, her voice as low and sweet as a cello, "Can you tell me what you like?"
"I, I prefer roses..." Lucy said like a mosquito, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt unconsciously.
"Rose..." Yavi nodded thoughtfully and suddenly smiled mysteriously, "Can you please look at my hands?"
Under the curious eyes of everyone, Yavi's slender fingers turned gracefully. A faint flash of light flashed, and a bright golden rose suddenly appeared in his palm. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a rose made of pure gold, with the delicate lines on the petals lifelike.
"There is a small mechanism here." Yavi Gently push the dark button on the flower stem, and the golden petals slowly bloom, shining in the sun. Push again, and the petals close elegantly.
"To the beautiful Miss Rose." Yavi handed the golden rose to the stunned Lucy.
"This, this is so precious!" Lucy took the rose at a loss, but when he touched the mechanism, he exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god! It can really open and close!"
Mrs. Louis and Maya looked at each other and smiled, watching the warm scene of young people interacting, as if they were back when they were young.
When everyone returned to the living room after tea, they found Katz Earl and his three sons, as well as Herbert and Jace are already there. But the state of these few is really unbearable - Katz is gently using his fist He beat his temples and frowned; his three sons staggered and slumped in the armchair like puppets with their strings cut off; Herbert held his forehead with one hand and kept rubbing it; Jace retched from time to time and turned blue.
The female relatives exchanged tacit glances, obviously they were used to this kind of scene. Maya covered her mouth and chuckled, "It seems that last night's banquet was really enjoyable."
Yavi looked at these poor hangovers, shook his head, and took out a few bottles of crystal clear White Honey medicine from the medicine bag he carried with him. "Drink this," he distributed the medicine to everyone one by one, "It can relieve the pain of hangover."
Katz raised his bloodshot eyes, uncorked the bottle and drank it without saying a word. Others followed suit. The moment the potion was taken into the mouth, several people showed surprised expressions - the liquid was neither bitter nor astringent, but as sweet as honey.
"Is this...?" Herbert was about to ask when he suddenly felt a coolness spreading from his stomach to his whole body, and his originally groggy head suddenly became much clearer.
"White Honey," Yavi explained, "The potion used by witchers to neutralize toxins is also effective in treating hangovers."
Sure enough, in less than a moment, the colors on several people's faces gradually returned to color. Katz breathed a long sigh of relief and rubbed his temples that no longer hurt, "By the gods, this is more effective than any hangover soup!"
Jace moved his neck and was surprised to find that the nausea had completely disappeared. "This is really a life-saving medicine!"
The three young men also sat upright again, and their spirits improved significantly. Seeing this, Mrs. Louis smiled and ordered the maid, "Go and prepare some light lunch. It seems that our warriors need to replenish their energy."
After lunch, everyone dispersed. Katz wiped the corners of his mouth and said to Herbert, "It's time to go see our 'distinguished guest'." There was a hint of joking in his tone.
Yavi and Jace also stood up after hearing this. Jace flexed his muscles. "It just so happens that we also want to meet this famous general Poviss."
The steps of the dungeon were damp and cold, and the light and shadow of the torch danced on the stone wall. As the heavy iron door was pushed open, a musty smell mixed with the smell of blood hit his face. Frankie was hung in the center of the cell in a "big" shape by two thick iron chains. At this time, the originally gorgeous armor turned into a tattered prison uniform, and his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead.
When the firelight illuminated the face of the visitor, Frankie suddenly raised his head, and his cloudy eyes suddenly burst into angry fire. "Katz! Herbert!" His voice was hoarse but full of power, "What the hell is going on?!"
The chains rattled as he struggled, which was particularly harsh in the silent dungeon. Frankie roared like a trapped animal, "Where is my Iron-Treading Battalion?! Where are all those bastards?"
Katz slowly took out an apple from the box he brought and took a bite of it slowly. "Calm down, old friend. Your Iron-Treading Battalion..." He deliberately prolonged his tone, "Now he is grooming the horses in my stable."
Herbert added, "To be precise, those who survived." He walked up to Frankie and looked at his former opponent condescendingly, "I have to say, your raid plan this time is really... original."
Frank's face turned from red to white, and then from white to green. He stared at Yavi, and suddenly realized. "It's you! Who are you? You fell directly next to me from the sky. As soon as you stretched out your hand, I didn't know anything. Who are you?"
Seeing Yavi and Frankie next to Herbert, they struggled even more fiercely.
Frankie was knocked to the side by the apple that Katz took a bite of, but his bloodshot eyes were still locked on Yavi, and a beast-like growl came out of his throat. The iron chain made an overwhelming metal friction sound under his violent struggle, and there were blood marks on his wrists and ankles.
"Save your energy," Katz patted the fruit crumbs on his hand, and his tone suddenly became cold, "It doesn't matter who this young man is. What's important is-" He grabbed Frankie's hair and forced him to look up, "If he wants to kill you, do you think he can still bark here?"
Herbert promptly pulled out a document with the royal seal and waved it in front of Frankie: "The news I just received this morning. You Poviss kept it secret. The act of fighting has officially entered a state of war between the two countries." He sneered and put away the documents, "St. Thomas's Lord Liz is gathering elites and will be stationed in the castle in three days at the latest."
The air in the dungeon seemed to have solidified. Frankie's pupils shrank violently, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably. He suddenly stopped struggling, and his voice was hoarse and frightening. "What do you... want?"
Katz walked slowly to the torch, and the dancing firelight cast a ferocious shadow on his face. "According to convention, a high-ranking general like you should have kept and exchanged prisoners. But..." A cold light flashed in his eyes when he turned around, "Considering the despicable extent of your sneak attack, I think it may be more appropriate to hang you on the city wall to dry."