When the territorial guard delivered Atwood's letter and truthfully told the messenger that he was waiting in the tavern and the name of the writer, Viscount Martinez, who was drowsy, suddenly opened his eyes wide and moved from his seat in an instant.
Come and get the letter.
And when he saw the imprint in the letter that had been absent for more than 20 years, he was stunned for a long time, then raised his hand and slapped himself with such force that the territorial guard who sent the letter felt pain.
"Durande!"
Then, the Viscount, who used pain to confirm that he was not dreaming, shouted loudly, "Go and call Durand! No matter where he is or what he is doing, tell him to come here immediately!"
"Listen to your will, Lord Viscount."
The territorial guard who didn't understand what was happening quickly turned around and ran out of the study.
Durand is the heir to the Martinez Territory. He has been actually in charge of the territory for several years and has never seen his father lose his temper like this.
When he hurried to the study, his father, who was waiting at the door with an anxious face, pulled him into the room, thrust the letter into him, tried his best to control his excitement and whispered in a low voice, "Teutonic! Our letter
King Teuton is back! He is in Old Canter Rosacea's tavern, go and get him back quickly!"
Teutonic?!
Durand was stunned for a moment.
He was about to turn thirty. Although he had no chance to participate in the war to avenge the Teutons, it did not prevent him from knowing the Teutonic past.
In other words, no northerner will be unfamiliar with Teutonia.
So, he quickly opened the letter and looked at the brand on the head of the snow monster that he had never seen before. He couldn't believe it for a moment, "Father, this...is the coat of arms of the Teutonic family?"
"Yes! The mark of our lord!"
Viscount Martinez nodded heavily, "You haven't seen it, but I didn't admit it! He must be Atwood, my cousin's youngest son. He was the only one who was not in the north back then! Damn the Mills royal family, they were hanging in the sky back then.
The faces of the children in the valley were smashed, making us think that there are no Teutonics in the world!"
After a few hurried explanations, he urged again angrily, "Damn it! Why are you dawdling! Hurry up, take people to Old Canter Rosacea's tavern and bring our lord back!"
"Okay, Father."
Durand, who had been scolded innocently, no longer hesitated, responded quickly, turned around and strode out.
However, he was called back before he could leave the study.
"Wait, Durand!"
His viscount father's excitement had eased a bit at this time, and he spoke very patiently, "Don't bring any guards, you can just be alone, just like going to the tavern to drink as usual. By the way, when I saw Art
When you were in Wood, you directly called him cousin, and explained to the people in the tavern that this was your cousin, who had just returned from the north for many years! Do you understand? Use this reason to bring him home.
Remember, don’t salute him! Don’t alert anyone! Don’t let others know that the Teutons are back!”
"I know what to do, Father."
Durand nodded, turned and left.
He did understand.
Not only did he put on his hunting attire, but he also "accidentally" rode past Old Canter Rosacea's tavern. He dismounted and entered the tavern and shouted, "Damn Ice and Snow Goddess! I haven't hunted any rabbits today.
Here! Old Canter, if you dare to mix your rye with water, I swear it will make your nose even redder!"
"Hahaha~~"
"Here comes the Ice and Snow Goddess! Will Old Canter sell the unmixed rye?"
"Duland, if the Viscount hears what you say, he will definitely ban you at home for a month!"
...........
Not surprisingly, the guests in the tavern all made good-natured noises.
And this also made it easy for Durand to discover that there was a person who seemed out of place.
The man lowered the brim of his cloak so that he didn't laugh, and he chose a location near the window - a place where it was very easy to escape from the tavern.
"Hey! Cousin, you're back!"
Therefore, Durand walked over quickly and made a surprised expression, "You are all back, why don't you go home? If my father knew about it, he would be very sad." After saying that, he pulled Art without any explanation.
Wood walked out and said, "Come on, follow me home. My father has been thinking about you all these years!"
He acted so naturally that he didn't forget to look back and wave to Old Canter, who was bringing out the rye wine, "Lucky old Canter, your nose escaped disaster today."
Afterwards, he left the tavern amidst the laughter of the drinkers.
The reason why Atwood was pulled out of the tavern obediently was because Durand took the time to whisper in his ear, "Master Teutonic, my father invites you to go home."
Go home...do I still have a home?
With mixed feelings, Atwood came to the Viscount Mansion.
And when he came to the study and took off his cloak and hat, Viscount Martinez hugged him, tears and snot smeared all over his face and beard, and he murmured crying and laughing.
"You are Teutonic!"
"This damn bitch, Ice and Snow Goddess, is on top! You are a Teutonic!"
In his seventies, he cried like a child and smiled like a fool.
A tall figure, a long face that is dark and dull, with high eye sockets, a narrow and long nose, and long and slender eyes... Because Atwood looks exactly the same as his father, the last Teutonic Duke.
Atwood's eyes were also as red as a rabbit.
The tired heart that had been wandering in a foreign country finally found the warmth of shelter in the old man's crying and laughter.
After a lot of effort, the old man calmed down.
And immediately, this respectable and lovely old man let Atwood know what it means to go home.
He took his son Durand and knelt on the ground with his head lowered. Holding the sword in both hands, he stretched it out in front of Atwood and let the ceremony that had been passed down for hundreds of years. Viscount Martinez of all generations said to Teutonic
The oath of allegiance rang out in this small room again.
Atwood feels that today is the most wonderful day in his life.
So he was like a nagging old woman, from all the things his old retainer took him to the city of Gardenanras, to his own hard life in the city; from wandering on the trade route in the wilderness of the Rocky Darran Mountains,
From entering the northern grassland alone to find the centaur Khan to running to the northern blood rock, etc., it was all explained at once.
Among them, in the section about reaching an agreement with Centaur Khan, he explained the plan in great detail.
But it didn't change Viscount Martinez's eyebrows and hair.
The old man was as angry as a bear whose hibernation was disturbed. "When the centaurs invaded the north, the first people to rush to the battlefield were the Teutons! The first people to die on the battlefield were the Teutons, and the last people to leave the battlefield were the Teutons."
Still Teutonic! This is the oath of the first Teutonic king! Atwood, with a Teutonic surname, have you forgotten the words of your ancestors? Have you forgotten why the Teutonic surname was born?!"
"I haven't forgotten."
In this regard, Atwood's face was full of solemnity, "The Teutons are a family born in the cold wind and frozen soil, and fighting the centaurs is the Teutonic destiny! I am the last Teutonic, and I will never forget the glory of my surname!"
"
Just after he finished speaking, he showed a sad expression again, "It's just, I just want to avenge my family~ I'm sorry, I really have no other way."
This last sentence caused the study room to fall into silence.
Durand, who had rarely experienced centaur invasion wars since his birth, secretly tugged on his father's sleeve and whispered, "Father, the master did not make peace with the centaur hybrids, nor did he forget the Teutonic oath. He just
Using the Centaur, after the Northern Griffin Legion is destroyed, he will still lead us to fight against the Centaur..."
"That's not OK!"
But before he finished speaking, he was stopped.
Viscount Martinez, whose anger had faded a lot, did not lose half of the anger in his eyes, "The Teutonic hope that grows in the hearts of northerners is the courage to fight against the centaur bastards! No matter what the reason, we cannot
Tarnish the reputation that the Teutonic dynasties have defended with their lives for hundreds of years!"
However, when he saw Atwood's face full of shame, his eyes softened.
In any case, the person in front of me is the last Teutonic.
Moreover, he was a poor boy whose family was ruined when he was only eight years old, and he had no family influence.
"Hey, my child, you can stay here for now."
After a while, he sighed and said, "As for other matters, we can discuss them together after I inform the old man Yuriwa to come over."