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Chapter 502 Reunion
Chapter 502 Reunion
"Don't be ridiculous!"
Dick's face was ashen, and his voice was low and menacing, trying to sound as angry and fierce as possible.
"I'm not being silly. Look, I'm just like a man."
Peggy stood in front of Dick with her arms outstretched.
She wore hazelnut-colored leather armor, her long hair tucked into a half-helmet—an outfit typically reserved for men, except in the plains of Lorraine.
Aside from the slightly tight armor on her chest, which might reveal her gender, she was no different from a man.
However, although there are all kinds of heights, Peggy is really too short among the warriors.
Of course, "Little Maverick" Perez is said to be a dwarf who can wield a short sword like a master swordsman, so judging him based solely on his height is indeed somewhat biased.
But Peggy's face.
That face was so clean, fair and delicate, with large eyes and a refined nose that were even more striking.
As a man, her face is so delicate that some people might doubt her gender.
“But you are, after all, just a woman,” Dick said. “I’m not going for amusement, Peggy. I’m on a mission, to see a high-ranking official at court. I can’t bring anyone unrelated with me.”
"You can say I'm your squire," Peggy pleaded. "You know, it's perfectly normal for a knight to have a squire."
“You are not my squire. A true knight never lies,” Dick said. “Besides, I already have a squire.”
As he spoke, Dick gave David a look.
Peggy glanced at him too, then pouted and said, "You're lying. He's not your squire at all, he's your adjutant."
"An adjutant is no different from a servant," Dick argued.
"You know the difference!" Peggy said angrily. "You have no reason to refuse me coming along; you just don't want me to!"
Upon hearing this, Dick sighed. He knew that Peggy was using her clumsy tricks again: "Listen, Peggy, I've already said I'm not going to play around. I'm going to have a negotiation, and I'm not sure what kind of mission I'll be facing. If that mission goes against my sense of justice, I may have to refuse, and then my situation could be quite dangerous. If you're still by my side, I'll have to be distracted by protecting you, which will only make me more constrained."
Dick felt that his earnest advice was a genuine expression of his feelings and that it might at least sway Peggy's mind.
In fact, Peggy was quite obedient along the way and didn't cause any trouble.
But for some reason, at this crucial moment, she started to act out.
"Then I'm even more determined to go," Peggy's eyes reddened slightly. "I don't care about justice or injustice. You're just a stubborn mule, just like my father! You'd rather be in danger than utter a single soft word. Only if I go will you have a reason to compromise. I'd rather you weren't a knight than see you dead—"
Hearing this, Dick was somewhat shocked. He hadn't expected that Peggy would still care about his life: "Peggy—"
"I'm not thinking about you. If you die, who will take me to get treatment?" Peggy said, turning around.
Ah, is that so? A smile appeared on Dick's face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Even so, this was indeed Peggy's concern, and Dick had to remember this kindness.
However, even if Peggy said so, taking her there would still be far too dangerous.
"Sir, may I say a few words?"
Just then, David, who had been standing silently to the side, spoke up.
Dick nodded immediately: "Speak."
"Since Miss Peggy wants to go, let her go. Her mother is the Duke's sister, and she has been raised as a member of the top nobility since childhood. She knows more about etiquette than I do."
Dick shook his head: "But for this meeting, I don't need an etiquette expert, but an assistant who can offer advice."
“I don’t think so, sir,” David said. “Since the royal family has summoned you from so far away, they must have some purpose. To achieve that purpose, they won’t give us time to discuss things. And you know, I’m not a nobleman, nor am I as famous as you. I have no say in their eyes. Therefore, you just need a servant to stand silently behind you with a sword.”
"But that's too dangerous," Dick insisted. "I can't let Peggy take that risk!"
"Think carefully, my lord. This is the royal city, already royal territory. We are now under their control. If they intend to harm you, do you think they will let this ship go? And if Miss Peggy stays on the ship, wouldn't she be in even greater danger without your protection?"
Upon hearing David's words, Dick actually found them to make sense.
At that moment, Peggy cast another expectant glance my way.
"Ugh—" Dick let out a deep breath.
Then, he pressed his temple with his hand.
"In short, no fooling around, no doing anything unnecessary, and no talking nonsense."
Peggy's eyes immediately widened like two jewels: "Yes, Master!"
"Don't call me that—" I'm your vassal, "You call me—"
But what should I call her? Oh well, whatever.
Dick handed the sword to Peggy and led her off the ship.
The port of the royal city is very large; although it is only a river port, it can accommodate dozens of multi-gun sailing ships.
Dick handed over his navigational certificate and proof of his vassalage to the port inspector.
Since it was a warship, the other party inquired about the reason for coming to the royal city, and Dick had to show them the royal invitation.
The prosecutor verified the emblem and seal on the invitation before nodding and allowing the two to proceed.
They successfully reached the area below Platinum Castle.
This castle is more magnificent than the Peyton family's castle.
Especially those towering buildings, each with its own unique shape, are truly distinctive.
Shortly after, the guard who brought back the order said to Dick, "Come with me, Lord Jonas is waiting for you."
Dick nodded and followed in the other's footsteps, not forgetting to check on Peggy's condition.
She didn't seem afraid at all; judging from her expression, she even seemed to find it amusing.
Seriously—don't you know what nervousness is?
The two walked through several corridors and doors, and finally arrived at a tightly closed double-leaf door.
A guard knocked on the door: "Sir, Sir Buchanan has arrived."
"Come in."
The door opened, and a man with a neatly trimmed mustache sat at a tea table.
He smiled at Dick: "Oh! Squire Dick! No! Sir Dick! I've heard you killed the Navigator, you're a hero, a demon slayer! That title suits you perfectly."
"You flatter me. Your wisdom is truly astonishing. Without your strategic planning and coordination, I would not be where I am today," Dick said, bowing slightly.
"Haha, you've matured a lot since then. Come, have a seat!"
Upon hearing this, Dick sat down opposite Jonas.
"Here, try this, spiced wine. A battle-hardened warrior like you will definitely love its unique flavor."
As Jonas spoke, someone poured drinks for the two of them.
Dick instinctively glanced at the man pouring the wine, and that glance left him speechless.
He never imagined he would have the chance to see this person again in his lifetime, and couldn't help but call out her name: "Annie?!"
""
The beautiful woman in the heraldic cloak looked up and stared at Dick's face with a puzzled expression.
However, it was Peggy who spoke first, exclaiming in surprise, "?!"