Dear Broom Knight

Charles turned to look out the window.

Outside the Qingfeng Valley's camp gate, stood a few people trying to observe their towering building.

He squinted slightly, trying to discern something from those small black dots.

Valera slapped him away and pointed to the transparent crystal window with a hint of green.

A banyan bee, about the size of Charles's two fists, suddenly appeared there, its two antennae touching a few times.

"Ah! Why is this one so big?" Charles asked curiously.

"This is a scout bee," Valera replied calmly, "The queen bee is even bigger."

"Banyan bees also have a queen bee?" Charles asked curiously.

Valera turned her head to look at him in surprise… The fact that he could ask such a question proved that Charles was not completely ignorant of the banyan bee's ecology.

He must have looked for someone… No, Charles couldn't be stupid enough to ask others this question; he must have read a book.

All the books in the castle's large library are also in the Baron's study, even categorized in great detail.

Just find the insect category.

The possibility of him reading it proves that Charles has a mind of his own; at least, he discovered the existence of banyan bees long ago and investigated them.

At that time, the banyan bees were so small that even a large number of them would not attract attention, and they would not pollinate other flowers, basically only operating inside the banyan fruit.

Presumably, after confirming that these bees and the banyan tree had a symbiotic relationship, Charles said nothing after Valera couldn't possibly not know.

Her younger brother is truly insightful: "I never thought you would be so perceptive; generally, no one notices the existence of banyan bees."

"Sister, I can't allow myself to live in an unfamiliar environment," Charles smiled slightly, "Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep soundly."

Valera nodded helplessly… Charles was really well and thoroughly screwed over by his own parents.

"Ordinary ones don't, but after being transformed into magical creatures, they will naturally be ranked according to strength.

Of course, you could also say that this is Miklo's choice.

He has been watching these little bees for so long that he will inevitably have some preference, and during the advancement, he will always infuse more energy into one or a few of them.

As for the others, they can only rely on luck.

Who knows which cloud will bring rain, right?

But the queen bee is definitely Miklo's favorite."

Charles thought for a moment before realizing what Valera meant: as a part of Miklo's symbiotic cycle, these banyan bees are essentially completely controlled by Miklo.

This is different from the birds controlled by Baron Lowry.

To put it bluntly, every banyan bee can be the banyan tree Miklo.

Just like a god can easily control the bodies of certain believers.

He shuddered slightly and quickly banished certain thoughts from his mind.

Some things, even if the future is unbelievably beautiful, ordinary people should best not think about.

"Ah… what's this again?" Charles exclaimed, pointing at the crystal window, "How, how did you do that?"

Princess Rosalind and the people around her were vividly represented on the large crystal window.

Even almost as large as they were in person.

Their expressions were also particularly clear.

"If scout bees have the ability, Miklo certainly has it too.

It just requires a special medium, which can only be used in this kind of crystal window.

Why is there no sound? Miklo," Valera asked, looking serious and dissatisfied.

"Wait a moment," a faint voice, impossible to tell if it was male or female, slowly sounded, "There's a fellow there, very troublesome, need to be careful."

"Who?" Valera asked softly.

The screen quickly switched, finally stopping on a fully armed middle-aged knight.

"Who is this?" Valera was a little confused, "Why don't I have any impression at all?

I remember the names and images of people who need attention in the capital very clearly… Is this a secret guardian in the palace?

Then why would he be sent out?

Wait… he's turning back… What's going on?

"This is a strong person with very keen intuition," Miklo replied gently, "His ears have been twitching slightly, he should be someone with particularly strong hearing.

Perhaps Baron Lowry would know?"

"I'll go ask," Charles replied quickly, "You guys continue."

Lowry did indeed know.

No one would doubt the importance His Majesty Travis attached to this marriage by sending him to escort Princess Rosalind.

But if they knew that he was good at listening, some things might need to be thought about.

Lowry leaned against his desk, one hand supporting his chin, the other lightly tapping the table, lost in thought.

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"The Baron seems to be preoccupied," Charles said absently, after relaying Lowry's answer.

"It would be strange if he wasn't," Valera replied without blinking, "This choice of person is abnormal.

If we were to send someone out of our territory, would sending you and sending Malner be the same?"

"Well, yes, that's true."

Of course, it wasn't that Charles was not as good as Malner in a fight, but… someone who is good at ambushes is definitely not as good as someone who is good with a shield as a bodyguard.

Someone like him goes out to seek information or even to kill people.

And a knight with keen senses like Jonathan would not blindly train his physical strength and power; they would definitely focus more on agility.

Discovering the enemy is their most important duty.

The White Dragon King sent him out, his intention is really, a bit… strange.

"No matter what they want to do, we have already stirred up the grass and alarmed the snake on our side," Valera said softly, "Everything will definitely happen sooner than they expected."

"Sophia, can you do it or not!" A domineering voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

After Jonathan left, Miklo finally connected the audio.

"Princess… this isn't something I can just do!" The voice that answered her was weak and full of anxiety, "This is already the fifth sparrow I've killed!

I really can't send any more in; the remaining ones are not even as good as the previous ones!

Princess Rosalind, you really can't let them fall any further.

If I see anything, I will notify you immediately!"

"Sebephia? Isn't that Sophia Reid? Princess Rosalind's chief maid… is actually Sebephia?" Valera recognized the woman speaking on the crystal window, "Her bloodline couldn't possibly be wrong; although the court's magical array can also be deceived, a fundamental error is impossible.

The Reid family, is Sebephia's hidden branch?

Sebephia, is too… thoughtful."

Even the most detailed investigation array cannot dig out these hidden branches.

The Northern Kingdom has existed for too long; even nobles with no connection to each other will have some kinship.

It's just a matter of being more or less distant.

Just like Lord Lowry, if he awakened the knight's bloodline, he would definitely be more inclined towards Gezall, but he would definitely only be Montes.

And a family that would never marry Gezall would not necessarily reject a Montes.

"Five?" Charles was concerned about another matter, "Why do I only see four?

Miklo, do you have a count on your side?"

The banyan tree hesitated for a while before answering: "Indeed, there are four!

How could I not know if I killed them myself!"

"It seems that they are not of one mind," Valera pointed to the crystal window, "Miklo, turn to the right, that woman, why do I find her a little familiar?"

"Sophia, what else can Her Highness the Princess expect from you?" The woman she pointed out was speaking arrogantly.

"Daisy…" Sophia opened her mouth slightly, then looked at Princess Rosalind quietly and fell silent.

"Daisy! Ah! I remember her, Daisy Randall, a, um, the daughter of a minstrel," Valera's eyes gleamed, "What, what's going on?

Even if that one sings sacred hymns, she doesn't have the status to send her daughter into the palace!"

"How do you know her?" Charles really couldn't understand, "Why don't I know her?

Our territory doesn't seem to have…"

"Not here," Valera interrupted him, "It was at Montes Castle.

You guys definitely don't know, that was, six years, no, seven years ago!"

"Mom… Mom's those, dog shit banquets?" Charles asked softly.

"Yes! Those dog shit banquets that give young girls who are pretty but don't have enough status, and have some connection to the nobility, a chance to meet old nobles who are not ready to die!" Valera replied with a sneer.

In fact, Valera was not very popular at these banquets.

Although she was a bit older, if she wanted to marry, a powerful noble, especially a territorial noble from the Northern Border, could still marry a wife with some foundation.

The reason they picked people at these banquets was that they hoped to find a small wife who couldn't resist no matter how they treated her.

To put it bluntly, the first thing they might do after marrying her back is to give her sterilization medicine.

Generally speaking, old men who don't want to cause trouble for their previous children will only choose to find some lovers.

But, keeping a lover is actually very expensive.

The prettier they are, the more money they burn.

If you want to get a not-so-expensive but beautiful girl, you have to give her a title.