After following Victor for a while, Shiloh realized that there was something going on in this humble old house.
The two of them turned left and right in the room and passed through several rooms, each with a completely different decoration style.
However, Marshal McMahon's taste was similar to that of His Majesty Roddy. Everywhere Shiloh looked, there were all kinds of shiny armors and swords, as well as specimens and heads of wild beasts.
Victor was smiling, but he didn't take the initiative to speak. He just led the way. Although he was a fat man, he walked very fast. Shiloh had no choice but to step forward and follow closely without bothering to say anything.
The two walked through two more rooms and came to a corridor. On the right was a courtyard with a big tree, which provided shade and was quite shady.
In the courtyard stood two rows of weapon racks and armor racks, as well as several dummies. At this time, an old man was holding a big sword in each hand and waving it slowly.
The old man has gray hair and wrinkles on his face, but his back is straight. He is wearing a set of casual clothes. The two swords are as if they are weightless in his hands, and he lifts them with ease. He has the demeanor of a great master.
Victor stopped, and Shiloh also stopped hurriedly. He looked around, and there was no one around. It was extremely quiet.
The old man continued to dance his sword as if he didn't notice the arrival of the two of them. Shiloh did not dare to make a sound and silently watched the old man dance his sword.
I don't know how long it took, but the old man put away his posture, carefully wiped the two swords clean, and then put them back on the weapon rack.
At this time, Victor said: "Father, His Highness the Third Prince has arrived."
Shiloh swallowed, and the old man in front of him was indeed the Marshal of the Kingdom, McMahon Cavendish, who was inferior to one man but superior to ten thousand people.
"Boy Shiloh, I have met Marshal McMahon!"
Shiloh saluted hurriedly.
"Now that you're here, don't stand there and come and talk to the old man."
Marshal McMahon's voice was loud and he didn't look like an old man at all. He didn't care whether there were stools around or not, he sat cross-legged on the floor and motioned for Shiloh to sit over too.
Shiloh hurriedly stepped forward, sat down at McMann's elbow, straightened her waist and tightened her abdomen, as if she was accepting the teacher's instruction.
McMahon looked Shiloh up and down, nodded, and said: "Yes, you have lost a lot of weight. It seems that you have made some progress in the past six months."
Shiloh nodded in agreement, but was complaining in his heart about how Marshal McMahon liked to say the same opening remarks like his cheap daddy.
"Little guy, we haven't seen each other for only half a year, and yet you caused such a big disturbance in the capital when you came back. It seems like you are still as troublesome as before."
"Even if you cause such a big commotion, you still hide in your own Anle Township and claim to be sick. You have to have the old man personally send someone to call you before you come?"
Shiloh thought for a moment and realized that the turmoil McMahon was referring to was his appointment as an earl. He smiled awkwardly and said: "The old marshal was joking, wasn't I also forced by the situation to rush into the situation?
"
"My father decided to make me an earl, which seems to be a great success, but in fact I have a hard time talking about it."
"This is called an illness. Isn't it because I want to make myself feel more comfortable?"
There were three parts awe, three parts grievance and three parts helplessness in Shiloh's tone, and the smile on his face made McMahon laugh.
"It seems like you, little guy, have really come to your senses, which is rare."
Both of them were smart people, so they stopped talking and chatted casually. In order to please McMahon, Shiloh carefully told everything about Connor on the island. When McMahon heard Shiloh
Every week, when I take Connor and Knight to the sea to pick oysters on time, the smiles in my eyes overflow.
"Connor has been under too much pressure since he was a child. Letting him relax like this will also be good for his state of mind. Little guy, when Connor works under you in the future, you can do whatever you want."
Shiloh waved his hands quickly and sighed: "Connor is really like a right-hand man to me. If Connor hadn't been by my side, I would have been beaten to a pulp by the native species in the Gulf Stream Island Chain, and I would have fled back to the kingdom with my tail between my legs.
"
Afterwards, Shiloh told the story of Connor killing the Naga thugs with his sword and the Demon Spider Mistress, but concealed many details, including the fact that Connor was good at using extraordinary power and was on the verge of death.
He was quite worried that if McMahon knew that his grandson was in such danger, he would transfer Connor to another place in anger. In this way, Shiloh would really lose his wife and soldiers, and he would cry.
tears.
However, Jiang was still very old. McMahon narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing the name of the Spider Mother, but still smiled. He waited until Shiloh finished speaking and nodded secretly.
"In this way, I built Stormwind City with great hardships. As for conquering the entire Gulf Stream Island Chain, I don't know that it will take until the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse."
After Shiloh finished telling the story, he was quite emotional. He had been in this world for more than half a year and had already experienced so many tests. Now that he was recounting them one by one, all the previous experiences were still vivid in his mind, as if he had lived in another world.
Victor sat aside and said nothing, but his eyes stayed on Shiloh for longer and longer. He couldn't help but sigh, how could the originally rich-blooded prince and playboy have grown to this point.
McMahon nodded and said: "It is difficult to start a business, and you should suffer a little. I have watched you grow up. No matter how ridiculous you were before, you were still our prince of Pontos, and I have never looked down on you. Now you
Now that we have changed our appearance, we must remember to lead by example and not lose the majesty of the royal family."
Shiloh nodded hurriedly, saying that he would definitely keep McMahon's teachings in mind.
"Okay, that's enough for today, little guy. Let Connor stay with me, an old man, for the next two days."
"That's natural. Don't worry, old marshal. Connor can stay at home as long as he wants." Shiloh nodded repeatedly.
This conversation was quite relaxed, just chatting about everyday things. Shiloh couldn't help but let out a breath and relaxed a lot. When he was about to leave, he heard the old marshal said unhurriedly behind him: "The current situation in the kingdom
Before it was stable, both the big and small nobles began to choose their own camp."
"Third Prince... Lord Earl, you have to think carefully about whose ship you want to board."
"The old man, seeing how much you take care of Connor, would like to give you a heads up."
"No matter how you choose, don't forget that He exists."
Shiloh was shocked and turned around quickly, seeing McMahon stretching out his finger and pointing silently at it, then closed his eyes and never looked at him again.
That one?
above?
Shiloh was a little surprised and was about to ask, but Victor's fat body suddenly blocked his sight.