Chapter 1 The Duke of Red Leaves ... ... Son.

Just as I was thinking this, I saw Prince Andrei, grinning foolishly, pressing his bearded face close to mine. His beard, as sharp as steel needles, and his face, rough like sandpaper, rubbed against my delicate features, causing a sharp pain that made me want to scream

"Guns, pay attention to the barbarians in the west. Our harvest is not good, and they will naturally not fare well either. This year, we must guard against them taking advantage of us in the autumn." Guns is a robust man with a scar across his face. He is taciturn, only moving his face slightly when Prince Andrei was foolishly smiling just now; at other times, his face seems as if it were cast in bronze. Upon hearing Prince Andrei's words, he nodded steadily, and his action relieved Prince Andrei.

The voice of Prince Andrei is filled with charm and magnetism. Weathered by the trials of life, his voice is somewhat hoarse, yet it cannot conceal his strength, spirit, and authority

Uh... the expression on Prince Andrei's face stiffened, yet he was unable to speak

The once imposing Grand Duke Andrei suddenly became as docile as a fool, breaking into a silly grin.

With great care, I could only use both hands to place the child in the cradle above. Although it was somewhat uncomfortable to sit, I decided to forgive the old man for his efforts.

Prince Andrei's foolish smile elicited kind laughter from the knights below, as he appeared at a loss, unsure of how to embrace the delicate offspring that might with just a gentle touch wither away.

However, this scene is not right. Turning my head and looking at this scene, my mind began to race with thoughts.

A large man, resembling a lion, walked in holding a baby, casually placing the sheepskin scroll beside the bedside table made of oak and illustrated books, his face radiating a captivating glow: "Andrei, is this our child"

"Ross, there are too many bandits in your territory; they need to be eradicated. If necessary, you should lead a team to eliminate them yourself. His Majesty the King has already issued a notice, and if you do not clear them out soon, it will greatly anger His Majesty." Ross is a middle-aged man with black eyes and brown hair, but his distinctive curly mustache is a mystery, especially in this age without ion perm technology.

The Gauls are the ancestors of the French people, who are referred to as the French Rooster.

"Kane, I leave the coast to you. Damn Gauls, damn Romans." Duke Andrei, after cursing a couple of times, said nothing further, but everyone present knew that even children had some impression of this—before the Celts completed their ethnic integration and occupied the entire British Isles, they had always been oppressed and beaten by the Gauls.

It is completely asymmetrical compared to the titles of medieval knights

This is it!" exclaimed Grand Duke Andrei, his roar resembling that of a lion causing Marcia to frown slightly, and she playfully nudged him: "The baby is still here, don't be so loud.

Then today will end here, everyone may disperse. A few knights, aware of the Duke's eagerness to take his son, smiled slightly, bowed, and exited.

Indeed! Marci! Marci! Go check on Marci! Our son! Our precious son!" Humming a peculiar English folk song, she entered the castle courtyard, cradling the child and stepping lightly. She passed through the cool and beautiful corridors of the inner courtyard and arrived at the bedroom, only to see a silver-haired, blue-eyed beautiful woman with a pale face sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, lazily reading a parchment in the sunlight, exuding an air of intellectual beauty.

The pattern of the quilt beneath him instantly drew him in, such an ancient design

However, it was suppressed by the self-esteem of adults

Being carried towards the main hall of the entire castle, this is the largest hall in the castle and also its central system. Here resides the highest authority of the entire castle, as well as the supreme ruler of this vast land, known as Duke Andrea Ettorek, who sits on the highest ducal seat, looking down with a dignified expression at a row of middle-aged men clad in heavy armor.

He once specialized in studying this pattern, an ancient thing, legendary, favored by the ancestors of the English, the Britons, and the nobility of the Celts.

Why?

forest, plain, river, lake, grassland

The Celtics' century is much further away, much further away, much further away!

Kailar... is it alright? New parents, new body, new name, let everything start anew... With eyes gently closed, it felt as if something within was released. Accompanied by the loud voice of Prince Andrei, Kailar fell into a deep sleep with this new name.

Thus, being placed beside the Duke as an aide, I began the deliberations, embraced by the large hand of the Grand Duke, which was as big as a fan.

"What a nice name, then is it www.hetushu.com... just this one?" Marcy asked softly

As soon as I stepped outside, I was astonished; within the luxurious castle's inner fortress, countless red maple leaves swayed gently in the breeze. However, the view from this small, highest peak within the castle was absolutely more spectacular than overlooking the entire steel forest from the heights of a steel city

This pattern

This is a grand chessboard where heaven and earth are the boundaries; this is precisely what a person like him dreams of!

Indeed, Marcy's smile instantly brightened significantly as she gently touched the old face of Prince Andrei, then nestled in his arms and softly asked, "My dear, what do you think we should name our little treasure?"

However, when he saw the maid approaching with his son in her arms, the stern old face could no longer maintain its composure, blooming like an old chrysanthemum, adorned with a foolish grin. God knows how fortunate it is in this era, where the average lifespan is only fifty-two, to have a son at the age of forty-five.

Here, it is not the original place; here, where is it

So interesting

In the midst of contemplation, I suddenly noticed a white woman with a bosom tightly constrained by her clothing entering through the door. She looked at the infant, who had just opened his eyes and was surveying the world, and revealed a naive and radiant smile. The white woman, feeling free and unrestrained, immediately approached and picked up the infant, speaking a flurry of English.

The era is not right

What a beautiful baby, the lineage of a duke is indeed extraordinary, and he will surely grow up to be a formidable knight. He indeed heard the word "Knight"; knight? The Middle Ages?

It felt as if the entire universe was contained within this piece of land, and the overwhelming sense of perspective made every cell and every drop of blood within him boil with excitement

Is it a baby

Sigh, I am truly exhausted. Next is my precious son, my precious son, my precious son—" He smiled foolishly, and his rough hands, accustomed to wielding a sword for years, made him hesitant to apply too much pressure. He was even more afraid to pinch his son's tender little face, fearing that he might accidentally hurt it. Instead, he could only rub his own large face, which he considered harmless, against his son's cheek.

Well, my dear, I am not hanging onto your body; I just want to discuss the baby's name with you once you wake up. As expected of His Highness, he quickly thought of a sufficient and ample excuse to receive a sweet kiss.

In an instant, I was stunned and was lifted up by the woman without any resistance whatsoever

Dear, don't tell me that after three days you still haven't named the child. " smiled Marcy ... ! ... so terrifying ! !

Haha, yes, my dear, this is our child, the future Duke. Haha... happily holding the child, teasing him together with his wife.

How is Keral? Keral Etok! Grand Duke Andrei said loudly and proudly

With a cheerful smile, she took the child from the hands of the Grand Duke. The maid intended to let the child go back to sleep peacefully, but she only saw Grand Duke Andrei shake his head, "Helena, no need."

Perhaps it was the discussion, as throughout the entire process, only Grand Duke Andrei was heard speaking.

"Kailote, the harvest you submitted this year from your territory is not satisfactory. Although I understand your difficulties, I hope you can make up for this year's taxes in the coming year." Kailote is a carefree middle-aged man, sporting a patch of black, indeterminate hair under his nose that could be either nasal hair or a mustache. Despite being Caucasian, he is unusually characterized by black hair and black eyes. Upon hearing the serious words of Grand Duke Andrei, he managed to put on a serious face and nodded slightly. However, as soon as Grand Duke Andrei turned his gaze to others, he reverted to his carefree demeanor.

The scenery is truly beautiful. The maple leaves outside the window flutter down like flames in the gentle breeze, resembling a rain of fire.

Just as the infant was caught in a dilemma, it suddenly sensed something was amiss, baby?!

By the way, my dear, Marcy, who fainted on the day of delivery and only recovered in the past couple of days, suddenly turned to her husband, the ruler of this land, Prince Andrei, and asked: "What is the child's name?"

The children of lions are raised from a young age to observe their parents hunting. My child, Andre, regardless of what happens in the future, must also observe how I, as his father, conduct myself; this is what it means to be the grandson of Hongye! Andre's words made the middle-aged men in knight armor below burst into laughter.

Are you joking?

The decoration and patterns of this room, along with its style, are inextricably linked to the ancient Celts

It is said to be English, but in reality, it is much more difficult to understand than true modern English. The mixture of accents and archaic tones makes it so that he can only half comprehend and guess what the woman is saying

This current body of mine

Finally realizing the situation, they struggled with flailing arms and legs, but it was of no use; they could only be picked up by a white woman and carried outside

The loud cries expressed his dissatisfaction, leaving the duke at a loss for words