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Chapter 22 Howling Wolf
"Ah good."

The young man held the girl's hands and shoulders again, and then focused all his attention on the girl's picturesque face.

His eyes gradually became empty, and his perception of the surroundings gradually disappeared. It seemed that only the reflection of that pretty face remained in his pupils.

"Your Highness, why do you keep looking?"

Being stared at closely by the person she loves, Anlia couldn't help but lower her head shyly, the blush on her face reaching all the way to her ears.

However, there was no response for a long time. When she looked up in confusion, she saw the young man in front of her suddenly holding her hand and moving.

His dance steps suddenly became smooth and graceful in an instant, his strong arms naturally wrapped around her waist, every movement and every turn was just right.

Although the girl was a little confused, she was soon immersed in the young man's beautiful black eyes as beautiful as the night sky.

Ah!
His Highness is looking at me.

His Highness only looked at me.

Your Highness only has eyes for me!
The girl seemed to be immersed in honey-like happiness, her skirt fluttered with her dance steps, her blonde hair shone in the firelight, and her smile was like the brightest star in the night sky.

The bright moonlight shines on the dancing couple, and at this moment it seems as if the whole world has stopped.

The villagers around the campfire stopped dancing and made enough space for them.

Because the dance of the young man and the girl was so wonderful that they couldn't help but cheer.

"Anlia is so beautiful! God, if she were my wife, I would be willing to make wreaths for her all my life."

The young villager who had failed to find a dance partner earlier stared blankly at the blue figure beside the campfire and spoke unconsciously.

However, he soon felt his neck being strangled.

"Fell, I have something to tell you. Could you please come over?"

Berg dragged Fair into the bushes not far away, and then there were bursts of beating and wailing.

As a servant, he has the obligation to protect his master's woman from being coveted by others, even if it is just verbal.

Besides, he had been annoyed with this kid for a long time. He didn't farm, pick fruits or hunt all day long. Instead, he shamelessly pursued the girls in the village every day. He was as idle as the big yellow dog at the entrance of the village!

"Okay, everything is fine!"

Robert looked at his adopted daughter dancing with His Highness, and then at Berg dragging Fell into the bushes, a trace of relief and satisfaction appeared on his weathered face.

He felt that today was the happiest day of his life.

Just a few days ago, he was so worried about taxes that his old headache caused him to flare up and he was in excruciating pain. He tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep, but now he is so happy that he even doubts whether this was all a long dream!
"God of the Sun and Justice, please bless this kind-hearted prince. I am willing to offer you my humble and pious soul. Perhaps it will be of no use to you, but this is all I have."

Looking at the black figure beside the campfire, Robert clasped his hands together and prayed to his God more devoutly than ever before.

After the dance ended, Xia Mingyu gradually came to his senses.

The girl in front of him, who was being hugged by him around the waist, was so shy that her snow-white skin exposed outside her dress was stained with a cherry blossom-like pink blush.

However, her bright blue eyes were still staring at Xia Mingyu infatuatedly, her eyes moving and very moving.

Then, Anlia slowly closed her eyes.

When a girl closes her eyes, it means she wants you to kiss her.

Xia Mingyu naturally knew this, so he slowly bent down and kissed the girl's beautiful lips like petals.

Meanwhile on the other side.

After weighing the pros and cons, Knight Thorin Brook decided to temporarily abandon his tax collection mission. After handing the Clay merchant Mills over to his confidant and ordering him to escort him to the slave capital, Knight Thorin rode his swift horse and galloped non-stop towards his lord's castle.

After several hours of full-scale travel, Knight Thorin finally arrived at the core of the Black Wolf Territory - Black Wolf Castle at the brightest moment of the moonlight.

"Uncle Sean, please ask to see the Lord immediately. I have important information to report!"

Knight Thorin jumped off his horse and shouted impatiently to the castle's steward.

The old butler, who had lived for sixty years and had witnessed Thorin grow from a teenager to a middle-aged man, saw him so anxious for the first time, so he quickly sent a maid to wake up his master who had already gone to bed.

A moment later, in the castle hall.

On the high ceiling hung a huge iron chandelier filled with candles, emitting a soft glow that illuminated the darkness.

Knives, swords, or shields can be seen hanging everywhere on the walls on both sides, symbolizing the lord's extraordinary military power.

Above the main seat in the center hangs a huge flag with a black wolf head painted on it, which is the emblem of the Hughes family.

Knight Thorin stood quietly on the wolfskin carpet below the main seat, waiting for his master's arrival, with two pretty maids standing on both sides of the main seat.

Not long after, a mature young man who looked to be in his early thirties walked in.

His facial features are three-dimensional and deep, his green eyes are bright and lively, and he has an exquisite beard. He looks like a polite gentleman.

But he was extremely tall, about 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick arms. It was obvious at first glance that he was a well-trained soldier.

The only flaw was that he was not wearing a luxurious black suit or sturdy armor, but a loose red pajamas.

There were even a few lip marks on his neck.

This greatly undermined the dignity of the lord, but it was obvious that neither of the two people in the hall cared about these details, and the two maids could not judge the dignity of their master.

"Master, I'm very sorry to disturb your sweet dream."

Upon seeing the visitor, Knight Thorin knelt on one knee without hesitation, with his proud head lowered.

"It's alright. I came to see you in my pajamas, and that's my fault as your lord. We're even now."

The master of the Black Wolf Territory, the famous "Howling Wolf" Karen Hughes stretched comfortably, sat down on the main seat without any hesitation, and took a sip of the black tea offered by the maid.

Then, when he looked at Thorin below, there was an inexplicable hint of gratitude in his eyes.

Finally, I don’t have to pay public grain.

"Thorin, judging by the time, you shouldn't have finished collecting taxes yet, right?" Karen asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, because the intelligence is so important, I have taken the initiative to temporarily abandon the tax collection mission you ordered."

Thorin raised his head and said respectfully.

"Is that so?" Karen's eyes gradually became deeper, and he took another sip of black tea.

He couldn't imagine what kind of information could make Thorin give up collecting taxes and rush over at night, even disturbing his sleep to report it in time. Could it be that there was another war in the kingdom?
Alas, if that were the case, it would be really disappointing, as his beloved son had just been born.

"Thorin, report."

"I met a noble prince in Fruit Basket Village. His status protection is..."

boom!
The sound of a teacup breaking suddenly rang out.

　Please give me some monthly tickets, my friends. The monthly tickets for the new book period are the most important. I kneel down to you. Thanks (ω)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)