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Chapter 5: Chapter 5: “Golden Lion Garden” and “Sun Mountain” (Seeking Chase Reading)

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In the Frostwinter calendar year of 492 in August, in the Frostwinter Kingdom, every August is also known as the Month of Harvest, symbolizing the season of plenty.

By this time, the scorching weather would gradually fade away.

The crimson sky turned a faint red, with occasional breezes blowing.

At this moment, Milton Cheney was being assisted by maids to dress formally.

Underneath, he wore a long-sleeved robe that was wrapped around his arms and extended to his ankles, a regal garment that was the standard dress for the nobility of the Frostwinter Kingdom.

On the outside, he wore a long men’s coat.

This coat, also known as a ‘Roman Shirt’, was made of extremely valuable silk.

Apart from deflecting sunlight, the long coat also played a role in preventing a rise in the temperature of the armor due to direct sunlight.

Thus, in wartime, the long coat would be worn over the armor.

Embroidered on the surface of the long coat was the golden lion crest representing the Wesley Family, the complex and magnificent crest added an unusual temperament to Milton Cheney.

Around the waist of the long coat was a sword belt, an extension of the coat designed for hanging a long sword.

Naturally, a silvery-white knight’s sword hung by Milton Cheney’s waist.

The knight’s sword was a standard double-edged sword without a scabbard, with a total length of about ninety centimeters.

His shoes were nothing special, just like usual, Milton was wearing a pair of pointed shoes.

Pointed shoes refer to shoes with pointed tips.

With the assistance of the maid, Milton had his formal attire on.

Representing the face of the Wesley family on this Hunting Day, he naturally could not dress as casually as he always did.

Milton in formal attire was less casual than usual but emanated an aura of authority.

Seeing the maid blushing and withdrawing, Milton also got up and walked out.

William had been waiting for Milton outside the estate.

Unlike Milton’s luxurious attire, William wore light armor, and a heavy sword hung from his waist.

shifted his gaze onto him, a hint

like the old

a moment, and he quickly

a moment, he seemed to see, in Milton, Earl

way, except back then, he was just a small guardsman following

me, Young Master

form of address, then

outside the grand estate, quite a distance

here; it was less than a day’s journey on a

followed behind William with

the estate was the Golden Lion Garden of the Wesley Family, and

by the Golden Lion Garden, Milton looked

Milton’s memory, this place was not originally

built by his father Earl Arthur specifically for Milton’s mother,

had rarely been visited by anyone other than gardeners and

marble columns forming a corridor, with two protruding square pavilions at the eastern

marble column was adorned with fine

it could be noticed that

the center of which was

lions were majestic

personally carved with a sword by a

had both herb and

of the golden lion emblem, and the garden was also home to a large assortment

memories of this garden, seeing it

slowed his steps, which prompted William to look over

melancholic reminiscence by the scenery,

William could remember, Miss Lander, Vernon’s mother, had always doted extravagantly

and one of the biggest reasons that Young Master Vernon

pace and did not intrude

at a brisk pace and

into the carriage emblazoned with the golden lion emblem whilst William mounted his

horses used to pull the Wesley family’s

swift and possessed exceptional stamina, easily capable of covering thousands of miles in a

“Whack!”

and the carriage

smooth, especially since they were traveling on well-kept roads. Milton, seated inside the carriage, couldn’t even feel any

William would likely reach the

of the event, being

at noon the next day, followed by a ball in the evening. They had more than

fifteen days after the

Far East Territory for at least those

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