"

Mr. Leo suddenly became discouraged and shook his head vigorously: "No, no, if I step forward, it is not a negotiation, and there is no way to negotiate. Only if you step forward can you sit on an equal footing."

…

Antonio's tent.

"Ahem." Winters plucked up the courage and looked directly at his adoptive father: "There are no weapons! There are no war horses! Go back and bring them to my aunt for me."

…

Mr. Leo's guest room.

"Half food." Winters told Leo: "Half ordnance, no room for negotiation."

Leo paced, his right hand unconsciously scratching his cheek. It was obviously winter, but he was sweating profusely: "Mix and half? It's not impossible, but the food will have to be discounted!"

…

Antonio's tent.

"You may not know that for every 150 kilometers of food transported, the freight is more expensive than the food." Winters took out his notebook and seriously calculated the accounts for his adoptive father: "If the food is not discounted, I will be at a huge loss.

"

Antonio couldn't help but reached out and knocked Winters on the forehead.

Winters was stunned because no one had done anything similar to him in a long time.

"You, silly boy!" Antonio didn't notice Winters's mood swings, and he hated the iron. "Mr. Leo is Mrs. Navarre's partner, not your partner! You haven't given me anything yet."

He’s becoming a son-in-law!”

"Oh?" Winters didn't come back to his senses: "Ah?!"

Antonio prompted: "You think Mr. Leo is yours, but in fact he is also a party to the negotiation. If the carriage comes with a full load, will it go back empty? Tell him to stop hiding behind you and let's talk.

Bar."

Winters walked slowly out of the tent and reached the curtain. Just as he was about to open the curtain, he stopped. He looked back at his adoptive father and asked coquettishly: "Mrs. Navarre... what is her attitude?"

...What do you think of Anna..."

Antonio's movements stopped, and his smile was very complicated, mixed with the relief of "I finally know how to serve cabbage" and the reproach of "how can I serve cabbage randomly?"

Antonio put down the cup and sighed softly: "How can I see it? How else can I see it? Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"

Winters stood dejectedly.

It should be noted that free love is generally a tonic for married life.

From the nobles to the craftsmen and farmers, marriage has always been a contract of property, status, and power, not the end of love.

"Abducting" an unmarried lady of the right age - to be precise, two ladies. The nature is so bad that it can cause the two families to forge a blood feud that will last for several generations or even more than ten generations. Even "paying the vote" will be of no use.

Mrs. Navarre may even send a killer directly to kill Winters - this is a glorious tradition in Veneta.

And Winters would never say rubbish like "Anna came by herself, I didn't abduct her."

"Kesha went to Mrs. Navarre in person to apologize." Antonio sighed again: "You may not know that the two of them have not seen each other for almost twenty years... Hey, this is all us.

It’s a thing of the past for this generation, so don’t mention it.”

Winters didn't know what to say.

"This kind of thing, for a man, may become a romantic affair that can be boasted for a lifetime. But for a woman's reputation, it is a devastating blow." Antonio stretched out his hand to warm the fire, not looking directly.

Winters: "So, what do you think?"

"Now please go to Navarre's house to propose marriage." Winters asked bitterly, "Is it too late?"

Antonio glared at his son: "That only requires someone to agree."

Winters was startled because he noticed the second meaning of his adoptive father: "You mean... there is room for relaxation in this matter?"

Antonio fiddled with the fire: "Nominally, Miss Navarre and Miss Catherine are currently serving as novice nuns at the Blue Mountain Convent."

For a moment, Winters just wanted to shout three long lives for Mrs. Navarre.

"But I'm afraid I can't hide it for too long." Antonio sighed heavily: "You still have to talk to Mr. Leo about this matter. His coming here means that he fully represents Mrs. Navarre."

"But..." Winters said hesitantly: "Mr. Leo didn't mention anything about Anna."

Antonio half-smiled: "He didn't take the initiative to mention it, so the matter doesn't exist? Have you ever thought that maybe he is waiting for you to speak?"

Winters was speechless for a moment.

He would rather jump naked into the icy river water than face such constant and unclear troubles.

After thinking about it, Winters felt that it was better to use the simplest method. He carefully sat down next to his adoptive father: "What do you think...what should I do?"

Antonio gave a strange answer: "That depends on you and Ms. Navarre."

"I don't understand." Winters was puzzled.

"In the final analysis, this is a matter between you and Ms. Navarre." A trace of nostalgic smile appeared on Antonio's face: "If you are determined to combine, then the process, the result, and what other people think are irrelevant.

It’s important.”

Antonio patted his son on the shoulder: "In contrast, I am more worried that the two of you will eventually become tired of each other and lovers will become enemies. You know, married life is not always so happy."

Winters' cheeks were hot and he retorted: "Aren't you and your aunt very happy?"
Chapter completed!