As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Roy was stunned, Alice was stunned, both of them had thousands of words in their minds, but they didn't dare to say more.

Then, as the master and servant stared in amazement, Nia took the fingertip into her mouth.

Even savoring it!

I, I'm sorry for you.

Too embarrassed to face his innocent elf girlfriend, Roy could only lower his head silently and repent in his heart.

Alice, on the other hand, puffed her lips subtly.

Obviously, all of them belong to Alice...

Next time, I must catch them all.

"Strange, this smell... so strange."

So weird, try it again!

Nia, who didn't know the truth, looked at Alice with a confused look on her face and curiosity.

"Anymore?"

Like a puppy guarding its food, Alice stared and shook her head repeatedly: "No more! Not a drop left!"

"What? Stingy."

Nia shrank back somewhat disappointedly, but she didn't dwell on the strange white drink and continued eating.

During breakfast, Roy also told Nia about last night's agreement.

The elf girl who was originally kicked out naturally agreed with both hands.

At the same time, don't forget to mock these plastic sisters.

"Hey, hey, aren't you all good? You keep yelling so much, but you didn't do anything the whole night? You still want Roy to pity you?"

The elf girl pointed at the three people opposite her and smiled like a delicate flower, laughing so hard that her stomach hurt.

As if pointing at three funny jokes.

Charlotte dropped her fork, causing the entire table to jump. She glared back with a forced smile, "So what? Aren't you just as hopeless as a green tea? At least we slept with Roy!"

"Don't say that. It was very quiet for someone to sleep alone in the living room last night. It was not a loss for him to enjoy a baby-like sleep." Lyanna also held a grudge and spoke sarcastically to Nia.

In this matter, the three of them really are on the same front.

The elf girl, whose smile was taken away, suddenly became furious.

Looking at the dining table that was as noisy as usual, Roy smiled helplessly. He was used to it. He just regarded the girls' noise as some kind of side dish and enjoyed his delicious breakfast calmly.

The needs accumulated last night were met, and now he was like a sage, smiling at all the disputes without any confusion.

After the weekend, Alice is about to face the busy affairs of the Saint again.

Before the customary prayer, Roy went to see Carl off.

There are many things to do in the territory. Now that the Saint Maiden Trial is over, if Carl didn't need to recuperate, he would have set out on the return journey like Douglas and the others.

As a son, it is only natural to give his father a ride.

But Roy never thought about how much pressure his gift would bring to his father.

"I appreciate your kindness..." Carlton paused, looked behind the young man, his expression complicated.

"But next time there won't be such a big show."

"Huh? I didn't do anything..."

Roy fell silent when he looked behind him.

The Saint of White Harbor, the Lionheart Princess, the Elf Nightingale, the heads of the two schools, the daughter of the Imperial Duke, and a group of guards following behind them gathered together. The guard of honor when seeing off distinguished guests is not so exaggerated, right?

To be honest, Carl has never enjoyed such a grand farewell since he followed Charlie to slay the dragon.

Chapter 164: Child, It’s Not Easy for You Too

"Are you going back now? Father, you could stay a little longer and recuperate in White Harbor."

In fact, Roy felt very sorry.

His father came all the way here, but instead of spending time with him, he let him go into battle and get beaten up by the Sword Master himself.

Although Carl himself is quite satisfied.

Carl shook his head: "I've stayed here long enough. I still have matters to attend to in the territory. It's time to go back."

Carl wanted to remind him that it would be the same even if he became a lord in the future, but when he glanced at the powerful girls behind him and thought of Roy's complicated emotional relationships, he doubted whether he would become a lord.

My eldest son is not really going to become a gigolo, right?

As a family of knights, theoretically, they would detest the act of living off a gigolo so much that they would expel him from the family.

The problem is that Roy's soft rice is a bit hard.

Not to mention the princess of our country and the saint of White Harbor, the other three are also promising people, and their future achievements may not be inferior to the first two.

"In short, the territory cannot do without me."

Caring about the territory is purely a noble duty.

In contrast, Roy realized that he seemed to be doing nothing that a noble should do.

If I want to inherit Tiexue Ridge in the future, I have to be more careful.

"If there's anything the territory needs help with, please let me know at any time, father." Roy said sincerely, "As a member of the Ironblood family, I should do my part for them."

The Lionheart Kingdom is plagued by dragons every year, not to mention the Evil Dragon Society that is plotting in secret.

Although King Charles the Lionheart's thundering methods were effective, the Lionheart Kingdom was full of deep mountains and forests where it was easy to hide, and the rugged mountain roads made it impossible to eradicate these hidden dangers.

Therefore, every winter and spring, there will be dragon disasters and cults causing trouble.

Like most of the kingdom's nobles, Carl is both a lord and a rare Sequence 5 Beyonder. He often has to fight on the front lines, which is why he is so busy.

"Don't worry. It's nothing serious."

Carl turned to look at Charlotte and Alice and smiled, "Thanks to our princess and the paladins, the dragon plague at the border was largely quelled at the end of last year. This year is more peaceful than ever before, so there's nothing to worry about in the short term."

After receiving the approval from their father-in-law, Charlotte and Alice said nothing, but one of them raised her chin slightly and one of them had bright eyes, which made the other three girls feel unhappy.

"By the way, Marquis Karl, you have served the kingdom well this time, fighting against the Sword Saint. Your hard work and contributions are truly commendable and you deserve to be rewarded. I apologize for not having time to hold a celebration banquet due to the hasty situation, but the rewards you deserve will certainly be substantial."

Charlotte gave a look, and the maid behind her presented her with a mithril sword inlaid with rubies.

The jewels are glittering and the light is dazzling, the sword blade is sharp and the lines are beautiful.

Most importantly, the sword is engraved with a lion king roaring in red flames.

"This is.......!"

Of course Carl knew what it was.

Royal sword.

It was a reward that could only be obtained by those who had made great contributions to the royal family. For the knights of the kingdom who valued honor, it was an award that surpassed the title of nobility.

Even if a knight without any territory obtains this sword, he will be respected by the Grand Duke.

Only the 12 knights who followed King Charles the Lionheart to fight the Red-Blooded Fire Dragon can receive this honor.

There is such a sword hanging in Carl's house. Because of this honor, he is known as the head of the family second only to the first head of the Ainblad family.

Carl solemnly refused, "Your Highness, there is no need for that. I have no merit in this battle, nor am I fighting for the kingdom."

When it comes to official language, Charlotte, who was born into a royal family, is much more proficient than him. "Fighting the Sword Saint may not be considered a merit, but it is still a great achievement. Moreover, you fought to protect the Fate Saint of the Western Continent. How can that not be considered fighting for the kingdom?"

"That's right." Alice nodded slightly, "So, I want to express my gratitude as well."

The two nuns handed over a pure white amulet that emitted a mysterious aura.

"The Chant of Light, a talisman forged personally by Lady Theresa, provides holy light to dispel evil. Please accept it, Mr. Karl."

Carl sweatdropped.

I haven’t rejected the previous one yet, why is there another one coming?

He wasn't quite sure of the item's value, as Holy Light-related supernatural items were strictly prohibited from being circulated by the Church, and they couldn't be purchased with money. Could someone just give it away at their own will?

Oh, now Alice is the boss of the White Harbor Church, so it's okay.

However, before he could speak, Roy said cheerfully, "This is also their intention, just accept it."

No, how come you make the rewards from the princess and the saint sound like New Year's gifts? You are so kind!

The abdominal slander is the abdominal slander.

It would be impolite to refuse too much, so Carl had to accept it with gratitude.

Of course he understood that these gifts were ultimately due to his eldest son.

"Come to think of it, since I can't personally wish Her Highness a happy birthday this year, Your Majesty must be feeling lonely, right? I'll just wish Her Highness a happy birthday in advance."

Charlotte's birthday happens to fall on the same day as the Lionheart Kingdom's National Day, which is next month.

"Thank you, Marquis Karl."

Charlotte was polite at first, then replied generously: "Although I feel a little regretful that I can't go back home, I am not lonely."

"after all......"

Charlotte glanced at the boy beside her, seeming a little embarrassed to speak, but the corners of her mouth still looked soft.

"Did you hear that? You must accompany Her Royal Highness the Princess well." Carl looked at Roy and smiled.

"The same goes for the Saint Lady. Since you have become a guard, you must not disgrace this title and be unworthy of her."

Then Carl looked at Charlotte and Alice and said modestly, "From now on, please use this kid as you please."

The gifts from the two were essentially because of Roy.

Holding the sword and amulet in his hands, Carl suddenly felt that it was quite amazing to be able to eat this level of free food.

In a sense, it is also a glory to the family!

Your father is the only one who can take care of the family affairs, just go ahead and curry favor with him!

When Roy heard this, he felt something was wrong.

Why do I always feel like one party pays the money and the other party delivers the goods and sells their son...

For Charlotte and Alice, these gifts were worth it.

The two men stood beside Roy, one on the left and one on the right, and couldn't help feeling a little proud.

Isn’t it better to have the elders in the family admit it themselves than some people?

Unexpectedly, Lyanna and the others were also prepared.

"Mr. Carl, this is the potion I learned to make. Please accept it."

"This is a bearskin jacket, a specialty of the Empire, meant to represent the peace between the Empire's borders and the Iron Blood Ridge."

"The golden mead of the Emerald Court is delicious. Mr. Karl, please take some home to try."

"This, I can't accept this..." Carl was confused.

Forget about the princess and the saint, but he doesn't know the others well, so how can he have the nerve to ask for their things for free?

Lyanna raised her eyebrows and ordered the potion to be sent directly to Carl's carriage.

"Lord Karl, you are being too formal. We have long been inseparable from you, the young master, and it is only natural for us to show respect to you."

hiss......

"Ahem, someone, please watch your words! I'm rewarding our country's heroes. I don't think I've learned anything from you, right?"

"Hmm, I have to respect my elders. Shouldn't the insignificant ones give way?"

Jon Snow, who hadn't participated in the dispute, stepped forward swiftly and said sincerely, "Mr. Carl, if the territory encounters difficulties in the future, you can..."

But Nia reacted faster than her, making a fingertip universe gesture: "You can send the letter to the Emerald Council. We still have a few connections in the Adventurer's Guild!"

Carl was sweating again.

Although he often had close ties with a king in private, Carl still felt flattered by the collective goodwill shown by dignitaries from all sides. He dared not neglect or show partiality to anyone.