"I haven't been here with you for a long time, almost half a year, have I?" asked Gerrard.
"It's been a year," Lyanna whispered.
My father is forty six years old, with a large amount of white hair mixed in between his dark hair, and a similarly mottled beard that runs neatly from his temples around his chin. Time is gradually eroding this glorious knight, except for his dark blue eyes. Perhaps it was the numerous official affairs of the kingdom that made the prime minister unable to remember those unimportant matters. "What is my favorite food, what is my favorite song called, and whether I like dogs or deer, he never remembers.". But at least, he remembers today.
"Has it been so long?" Gerald chuckled roughly, the wrinkles on his face spreading. "I only remember yesterday when you were a little doll and the feeling of being held on your shoulder by me when you were just born. How did this little doll grow into such a beautiful girl in a blink of an eye?"
"Sometimes I really wish you weren't some kind of prime minister." Lyanna never used the honorific title when talking to her father privately. This year, many wrinkles appeared on his father's face, and his white hair uncontrollably eroded the remaining black. She attributed all these unpleasant factors to the identity of Prime Minister Gerald.
It is too difficult for a girl who is just ten years old to understand things about country, people, honor, and so on, even though as a member of the Lancelor family, she often hears others talk about these words. She understood that it was a responsibility that her father had to shoulder, but she did not understand the meaning of responsibility. "This year, you and I haven't spoken enough. I want to see you every day, I miss you so much..." Her tears were uncontrollable.
"I hope so, too. Do you remember our ancestral teachings, Leanna?" The rough hand reached over and wiped the tears from her face.
"Because of patience, one is strong."
"Yes, Lancelot's strength comes from patience." His father nodded and smiled with a firm tone. "Sometimes, we can only choose to sacrifice ourselves for the happiness of others, which is why I cannot always be with you. But please don't doubt my love for you, Lyanna. I believe that one day you will want to understand this."
"Okay, okay, I understand! But today is definitely not that day!" Of course, I never doubted. Leanna pursed her lips and jumped aside, turning out a small wooden bow from the haystack. "Because today is the big day for me to defeat Gerard Lancelor! Lord Lancelor, do you want to compare it?"
The small training ground is on the edge of the cliff. Leanna can't wait to show her father her training achievements over the past few years. She is like a skilled hunter, bending her bow and setting arrows, raising her hand to aim, and then shooting the feather arrows one by one, all in one fell swoop.
"Look, none of them missed the target!" She jumped excitedly first, then looked at the target carefully and was a bit disappointed. "Unfortunately, none of them hit the center, and one of them missed the target a little bit!"
"Impressive, little bird." Her father leaned forward and supported her elbow. "Again, remember not to pull the bow too stiff or lift it too high this time. You need to work in a relaxed state, understand?"
Another arrow flew out, hitting the bull's eye this time.
"Look, look, I hit, I hit!" she chuckled, throwing down her bow and arrow and clapping her hands.
Her father's surprised expression immediately reminded her of the "Lucan" adult. There are not a few nobles who have come to the Lancelor family to propose marriage, including the Lucan family of Freeport.
Last year, the Lord of Freeport, the Knight of Justice, Groot Lucan, and his eldest son, Marla, visited the house in person to sign a marriage agreement. Marla was eleven years old, handsome and courteous. In particular, a beautiful head of bright golden hair is the object of worship for many young girls.
However, Leanna just didn't like it. She heard that Marla's swordsmanship was good, so she made a private agreement with the boy to have a martial arts test. As a result, the young master of Freeport was chased and beaten by the girl's wooden sword with tears streaming down his face, and finally was forced to burrow under the table. The expression on Lord Groot Lucan's face when he saw his son was the same as that of his father now. The difference is that she doesn't see anger on her father's face.
Her mother, Jenny, became furious when she learned about this and held her in jail for five days, demanding that she swear never to use force in private with anyone else at will again. Of course, no one in the family dared to play fighting games with the eldest lady anymore, which made Lyanna depressed for a long time.
But just last month, the guards and many servants who had played with him suddenly disappeared. She thought her mother was driven away because she was afraid that the guards would secretly accompany her with swords and guns, so she angrily went to confront her mother. However, my mother said that nowadays, throughout the country, frugality is being promoted, and lords, large and small, have taken the initiative to reduce their own expenses, including the Order Army and the capital's Guard. Therefore, the Lancelor family should naturally set an example first.
However, to Lyanna's surprise, one day after that, she accompanied her mother to visit her aunt Zayna's house. Just to serve her, the Mismoor family sent two maids, and the guards who were constantly patrolling the corridor continued unabated. Where are there signs of saving money?
Now, the only one who can play with her is Gerald Lancelor. "My little bird, it will definitely be more beautiful than the queen in the future," Gerald often praised her. She did not know what the Queen looked like, but she had also heard of the fairy princess named Nancy being called the most beautiful woman in the land of Ansouthst. The young girl did not realize that her still green face had surpassed the beauty of her mother, Jenny. But such an angel like face prefers knives, guns, and bows and arrows.
It is not easy for any ten year old girl to draw a bow and arrow. Trying to hit the bull's-eye is completely impossible. She remembers the last time she came with her father, the arrow she shot never fell on the target. It is the years that have given her energy and allowed her to enjoy rapid growth.
"Lord Gerald, why aren't you talking?" she urged, tugging at her father's sleeve. "Aren't you afraid to compete with me?"?
"Hahaha, I can't use your small bow and target. I'm afraid I'll break them."
"Eh... Aren't you afraid to compete with me?" Lyanna said with a bad smile.
"In such a hurry to compete, I think you forgot about hurting someone else's son last time?" the father asked with a smile.
"She spat out her tongue and said, 'I don't like that kind of dude, I like you strong and powerful!' She thought of her future sweetheart as a father, and then said, 'Besides, with her little white face's ability, do you want to marry the Lancelor girls?'"
"Marla was actually called a little white face by you, and if Grott knew it, his nose would be angry and smoke." Gerald laughed and the wrinkles on his face relaxed, "The Lucans are the richest family on the mainland of Ansouthst, with red copper mines in their hands, and they are in charge of all the commerce and trade in Freeport. Even the King personally arranged for his eldest nephew, your cousin Greenblade, to be married to their eldest daughter. If you offend them, there must be no good fruit to eat!"
"My father smiled and said, but when he mentioned Greenblade, it seemed like something suddenly occurred to me. Those furrowed furrows quickly closed, replacing the joy on my face.".
"What's the matter? I don't care." Lyanna still smiled playfully and didn't notice the change in her father. "Isn't that Duke known as a righteous knight? He can kill his family in righteousness, can he still care about these small matters?"
"Perhaps not all knights in the world have a broad mind, but some are even smaller than middle-aged women in the village? I thought I knew Groot Lucan. Later, I found out that he was actually skilled in calculation, never suffered losses, and always reported defects. It's no wonder, otherwise how did he gather all those shining gold coins and jewelry into his own treasure house?" My father paused, Smiling and stroking her hair, "I shouldn't have said this to you, my little bird. You're too young, and you don't understand some things I've told you now. However, at that time, I was really worried that there was no good reason to refuse, but you did me a favor. I've always wanted to ask, weren't you afraid of losing when you faced a boy who was older than you?"
"I won't lose, because as long as I endure being beaten, until the other party is tired and unable to move, I will win." She opened her bright eyes, her pale blue eyes twirling playfully, "You taught me that! Isn't it, Lord Lancelot?"
"Haha, you're really learning these things quickly, Miss Lyanna." My father laughed, "I'm starting to regret if I told you too much about how to fight, and your mother will complain again. If our eldest daughter could devote half of her energy to learning etiquette, it would be even better."
"No! Those manners are really boring. I only like reading and fighting!"