Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 865 Viscount Moreau

The next day, after a long journey, the caravan finally arrived at its destination, the castle where Viscount Moro was.

After crossing many hills and forests, a flat field appeared between two tall mountains.

Wheat is planted in the fields, and the fields are scattered on the earth like large grids. When viewed from a distance, there is a kind of pleasing beauty.

Near the western side of the mountain, there was a circle of white stone walls, and within that was a small city. Continuing up the hillside, one could see the white castle shrouded in the shade of the trees.

This castle, built over a hundred years ago, is not dilapidated and still retains its past appearance. A few soldiers are patrolling in the castle's watchtower, overlooking the small town and fields below.

Loran Hill followed the convoy into the city. After being inspected by the guards, the convoy continued forward and slowly moved towards the hillside where the castle was located.

"Welcome, Miss Charlene." A captain of the guards in full armor stepped forward. He lifted his steel mask, revealing a slightly handsome face.

"This is the captain of the castle guard, Kevin. We're old acquaintances." Sharin introduced him to Loran Hill beside her.

"Hello, beautiful Miss Swordsman." Kevin had short chestnut hair and some unshaved stubble on his chin. He looked to be around 25-30 years old.

"Hello." Loran Hill nodded, stretched out his armored hand and shook it briefly.

"Is this Miss Sharlene's new partner? He's very strong." Kevin was probably at Sequence 4 strength, and was considered a minor expert in the surrounding area. Naturally, he could sense the extraordinaryness of this swordsman lady.

"Of course, Messia is our hero." Sharin took Loran Hill into the castle and talked about what happened along the way.

"Is there such a big bear? This is no small matter." Kevin rubbed his chin and recalled the various intelligence he had received recently. It seemed that there were many more traces of magical beasts in this peaceful place recently.

"Forget it. I can't figure it out for now. I'll talk to Lord Mo Ruo later."

"Lord Mo Ruo has been looking forward to Miss Shalin's arrival recently. He's become quite irritable since he lost his beloved piano. Every time we see him, we're a little nervous."

Kevin then told Charlene about the recent events in the castle. Viscount Moruo was a music fan, and his greatest hobby was playing his beloved piano in the forest.

"The music of the piano accompanied by the singing of birds, sunshine and breeze is the most wonderful enjoyment in life." This is the catchphrase that Viscount Mo Ruo often says.

He loves nature and hates the monotonous symphonies in big cities. He prefers quiet and moving minor tunes. He lives in this castle in his hometown all year round. If a small animal hadn't broken his piano some time ago, he would probably be sitting in the seat under the trees at this time.

"According to Lord Mo Ruo's request, we bought a brand new piano from a well-known musical instrument shop in Longyi City. We also hired a tuning apprentice to inspect and assemble the piano." Miss Sharlene said that it was no problem. They brought what the Viscount wanted.

"However, a lot of the other goods ordered by the Viscount, such as fruits, wine, and cloth, were lost on the way. The black bear caused great damage to the carriage."

"These problems are not big. Believe me, Lord Moro is more concerned about whether the piano is intact. As long as Miss Charlene delivers the piano, Lord Moro will give it a satisfaction score of more than seven points." Kevin said comfortingly, and then called on the maid in the castle to notify the butler.

The caravan members unloaded the goods one by one into the open space in the castle and moved them carefully. At this time, a middle-aged butler also came over.

"Oh, what a wonderful day. Thank you, Miss Charlene." He looked at the boxes being slowly moved down, an exaggerated and admiring smile on his face, and then walked up to greet Miss Charlene.

"I will inform Lord Mo Ruo immediately. Everyone, please rest here for a while."

"Moli, go to the kitchen and prepare some water for everyone. I'm sure everyone is thirsty."

"Yes, sir." A young maid nodded and saluted, then walked to the back in small steps.

After chatting for a while, the butler returned to the castle again, apparently to look for Viscount Moruo, while Kevin and several guards counted the goods one by one and moved the vegetables, fruits and the like to the designated warehouse.

Luo Lanxier was now free. She was only a hired guard for the caravan and didn't have to carry anything. She sat on a bench nearby, looking around with a bit of boredom.

From the inside, the stone brick walls are covered in moss, and in some places, there are traces of rust from the frequent flow of water. Compared to the slightly old castle exterior, the interior is much newer. The light yellow paint alone shows that the walls were painted in recent years, and they are very clean and beautiful.

Looking up along the wall, you can see arched window sills with glass lattices inlaid in them. Some windows are not closed, allowing the wind to blow through the curtains and into them.

At this moment, a female face peeked out from behind the window, quietly looking down, and after a while, she retreated back into the house and could no longer be seen.

Is she one of the women in the castle? I just don't know if she's Viscount Moruo's wife or daughter. The girl simply guessed.

At this moment, a burst of crisp footsteps came from the castle. The sound of leather shoes stepping on marble slabs could not help but remind people of some rigid and conservative clothing.

Soon, the footsteps walked out of the hall and came to the courtyard in the castle.

"Sir Moru." Kevin saluted respectfully, behaving like a dedicated guard.

The girl turned her head when she heard the voice, and a little old man in a black suit and leather shoes appeared in her sight. He looked to be about fifty years old, only about 1.5 meters tall, with a shiny beard on his chin.

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