Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 903: Son of the Iron Spear

Paradise Star, Ark Harbor.

After a new snow storm, White Castle became even more white. On the leaves of those old trees, between the eaves of the castle's steeple, there were soft white snowflakes. White Castle's servants were sweeping away the snow. It was predictable that there would be snowfall in the next few days. If the snow didn't go, the new snow would come again, and it wouldn't be so easy to clean up at that time. If the snow crushed the ridge of the tower, even though the current hostess was easy to talk about and probably wouldn't blame, the fear of being a servant was inevitable. Therefore, it was better to clear the snow as soon as possible.

From Earl Orban onwards, the master of the castle was not very strict with his servants. Only during the brief period of Earl Gills' reign over the castle did the servants taste what it meant to work diligently. When the old housekeeper Mace also left the room, the servants lost their last piece of protection. Umbrellas, the daily life was exceptionally tense. Fortunately, Gills quickly disappeared, replacing Jorah, who was in charge of White Castle. The older servants almost watched her grow up, and the hostess, like her brother, had no strict control over her servants, and had an innately feminine tenderness.

This winter, for example, the servants' clothes and bedding had been changed again, and their salaries had increased by 20%. This made the servants in White Castle happy in their hearts for this hostess, and they worked even harder.

The two youths squatted on the tallest clock tower in White Castle and fixed themselves with ropes. Then, they used a shovel to scrape the snow covering the top of the tower into the iron bucket in their hands and put it down. After the people below emptied the barrel of snow, they pulled the rope and signaled, so they lifted it up and repeated the previous work. One of the two youths is short but sturdy. The other one looked handsome and had soft amber hair.

The sturdy young man elbowed his companion, "Don't look at Wicky. Miss Jorah didn't go to the backyard today. He didn't look at the weather. Where would Miss go for a stroll in the garden?" Looking down from the clock tower, one could indeed see the garden behind the castle. The amber-haired Wechsler glared at his playmate he had known since he was a child and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, Bitt? If you want the young miss to hear you, why don't you beat us up?"

The young man called Pitt laughed, "Miss, she's nice. She wouldn't do that."

'"That's right. She treats everyone well. The day before yesterday, Old Li Ke accidentally spilled a cup of coffee on Young Lady. She didn't lose her temper. Old Li Ke also said that Young Lady asked him if he was hot at the first possible moment. Where do you think he could find such a good City Lord? If it was Earl Gills in the past …"

The young man looked in the direction of the count's study. From his point of view, he could only see a wall. "Actually, if she was willing to beat me up, it would be good. At least she had beaten me up. She treated everyone well, so she wouldn't know who I was, right?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Peter had already slapped him on the head and angrily said, "You know what? Take care of your thoughts. It's fine to see Miss go crazy every now and then. Do you really want a toad to eat swan meat? Stop dreaming."

"What the hell do you know? That's called ambition. Being unambitious is no different from dying. Idiot Bit, do you really want to be like this for the rest of your life?" Wechsler snorted as he threw away his snow shovel.

"I'd like to be rich," muttered Peter, "but I have to have that life."

"You earned your chance by yourself!" "I heard about that Sir Alan, right?" Wage said with a bewitched look on his face. Originally, he was only an unknown baron in the Border Land, but what about now? In his absence, he is already a viscount, and his territory is even bigger than our Ark Harbor. What was he relying on? Wasn't he fighting to create it? If I meet that knight, I beg him to let me join his army and fight him for eight or ten years. I don't believe that I can't be a general. "

'"Why don't you pee on yourself and take care of yourself, General? I'm afraid you'll be slaughtered the first time you're on the battlefield. Besides, what can you do when you become a general? Miss Jorah will be married by the time you act like someone. I heard that Miss's fiance will probably come to Ark Harbor in person in a few days. You, there's no medicine to save her."

Wechsler cursed and turned to the other side of the clock tower to do his muffled work. A moment later, he heard Beat's voice, and then he shouted, "Come and take a look, Wicky. I'm afraid Miss's fiance is here."

Wechsler circled around and looked out of White Castle. Indeed, there was a group of people heading in the direction of the castle. That group of people, Mali, raised the Battle Flag of the Cyan Iron Spear. It was precisely the flag of the Iron Spear Marquis, Hoey. Seeing the flag clearly, Wage's expression was bitter as he silently turned to work behind the tower. Peter sighed and said, "I'll take you to Night Street tonight."

"No."

Bit shrugged his shoulders and began to do his own work.

Ruo La, dressed in fresh clothes, accompanied by the old butler, arrived at the White Castle's main entrance. Behind her, there were only eighteen knights of the Abyssal Scaled Concubine, lined up on both sides. Mace looked at her expressionless hostess with a headache. He coughed dryly and said, "Miss, I heard that this son of Hoey is born brave and funny, and he is very liked by Hoey."

"It's not that I like him. Why are you telling me this?" Ruo clenched his fists and said, "Isn't it a political marriage? Brother wants to rely on the Iron Spear Marquis to strengthen the Ark Harbor." As long as I marry Hoey's son, an ambitious fellow like Rackett would probably only be able to achieve his goal by some dirty means before I died, but he wouldn't dare to openly use force against Ark Harbor. In this way, even if the successor does not do anything, he can at least allow the Ark Harbor to safely survive for several decades. "

Ruo La bit her lips and said, "Don't worry, Steward Mace. No matter what, I will marry myself. Even if Hoey's son is a bastard, it doesn't matter. For the sake of the family, for the sake of Ark Harbor, I won't regret it. It's just …"

She didn't continue.

Mace sighed in his heart and said on her behalf, "I just want to see that person again before I leave, right?"

The sound of horse hooves approached.

Ruo La smiled, and in an instant, it melted like winter snow and blossomed in spring. But looking at the almost standard smile, Mace lowered his head deeply. Only he knew that every night Ruo La practiced smiling in the mirror. No matter how brilliant her smile was, it was still just a mirror image.

Ruo La's heart was not happy at all.

Orlando gloated as he looked at the carriage. He wore an iron spear and light gray armor. He rode on a divine steed and wore an azure-feathered eagle helmet on his head. He held the reins in one hand and the Dark Azure Floating Dragon Essence Iron Spear in the other. The standard equipment of the Iron Spear Guards Essence Cavalry. If someone didn't know him, they would only treat him as an ordinary Iron Spear Guard Knight, not the son of Iron Spear Marquis Hoey.

The one sitting in the carriage was Marne, a follower who had grown up together. Orlando remembered the grief on the boy's face when he stuffed Marne into the carriage. Since the Count of White Fort's sister didn't know him, Orlando made up his mind to let Marne deal with this nominal fianc é e instead of him.

He never thought of marrying Jorah.

It was only his father Hoey's idea, and Orlando didn't agree. However, since he was born the son of a Marquis, he had to have the consciousness to make concessions or even sacrifices for his family. Orlando still had this consciousness. Ruo La would marry him, but he couldn't give the other party a good look. This made the attendant pretend to be him, just to show the fianc é e some color. Orlando couldn't help but wonder how wonderful Jorah's expression was when she finally found out that Marne wasn't him.

And then he saw Jorah.

The current hostess of White Castle greeted him with a smile. As Orlando had expected, she had never expected that she would disguise herself as an Iron Spear Guard knight and head straight for the carriage. When the car stopped, Orlando's face was serious and he lowered his head slightly. The door of the carriage opened, and the young attendant disguised as Orlando got down with a depressed expression. He looked at Orlando before getting off the carriage. The latter narrowed his eyes slightly, and Marne immediately raised his head and straightened his chest, acting like a young master of the Marquis Sect.

Orlando smiled. This brat was no good at anything else. He was really first-rate at pretending to be a ghost.

But what happened next surprised Orlando.

The fianc é e, whom he had secretly belittled, was startled when she saw Marn, and then looked around. '"Is it funny that the son of the grand Marquis of Iron Spear should be disguised as someone else? Or is it that Marquis Hoey despises our Ark Harbor? If that's the case, Mr. Orlando, please go back! I'm not getting married anymore!" Said Orlando with a cold smile.

Ma En, who was stunned on the spot, looked at Orlando and waved his hands in confusion. Orlando sighed and took off his helmet. "How did you recognize me? Have you seen me?" He wondered.

Zora sneered, "Of course not." It's just that the actor you hired was too stifling, wanting to pretend to be a noble family, but from the moment he got off the car to the moment he stepped forward, he had pinched the corner of his clothes countless times, so he was obviously nervous. Not to mention him, the people in this team would glance at you from time to time. Obviously, you are the owner of this team. "Then I wonder how a Knight of the Iron Spear Guards is qualified to do so, unless he is Mr. Orlando himself."

Orlando applauded heartily, "Wonderful. Before I came here, I was thinking that Miss Jorah was about the same as those so-called clumsy and stupid young ladies. But I didn't expect that Miss Jorah would be able to see so much with just a few glances."

"Then may I ask what Mr. Orlando means by doing this, whether I am qualified to be your bride, or if I wish to humiliate my Ark Harbour? If it is the latter, I do not mind breaking off relations with the Marquis of Iron Spear!"

Mace looked at the two with a headache. This was only the first time they had met, and it was full of gunpowder. Then how would they get along in the future? But then again, Orlando's actions were too playful. Obviously, she did not respect Jorah and Ark Harbor. No wonder she was going to explode with rage.