After some thought, Heath decided to suppress his urges for the time being.

It wasn't that he was noble, it was just that he felt too young. It wasn't that the girl was too young, it was that he was too young.

He was only 13 years and 6 months old, and he had just matured sexually.

This was the golden age of the body. If he accepted this too early, he was afraid that it would affect the normal development of the body, and he would regret it for the rest of his life.

No matter how horny he was, it would take at least one or two years for his body to mature.

Anyway, since Alisa had already been given to him as his personal maid. She was his personal property. There was no need to rush this moment.

Everything was still focused on development and improving his strength.

With this in mind, Heath put aside his distracting thoughts.

He said, "Put on your clothes."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said that, Alisa's face turned pale.

She immediately knelt in front of Heath, grabbed Heath's knee, and begged with red eyes, "Please, Sir, please accept Alisa. Alisa will be very obedient."

"No matter what you ask Alisa to do, don't chase Alisa away. Alisa will serve you with all her heart."

Alisa's identity was very sensitive. It could only be said that she was just right to be given as a gift to Heath. If she was sent back, she would definitely be executed.

After all, no one wanted to see someone using Alisa's name to avenge Baron Bain and fight for the right to inherit the White Wolf Territory.

Heath could understand this.

He lifted Alisa's cheek and said, "You misunderstood. I just told you to put on your clothes. I didn't mean to chase you away."

After a pause, he explained bluntly, "I'm still too young. I don't want to waste my energy on these things. Let's wait for two years."

Alisa heaved a sigh of relief. She quickly stood up and said, "Yes... Yes."

But after a pause, she could not help but feel troubled again. "Then... What can Alisa do for you, my Lord?"

The purpose of the personal maid coming here was to accompany him to sleep. If she did not do this, Alisa did not know what the purpose of staying here was.

Washing clothes, cooking, serving tea, and passing water? These were matters that the castle servants would handle, and it was not her place to interfere. Moreover, she did not think that these tasks could be exchanged for her life.

Heath's mind had returned to the book at the moment. He pointed at the bed without raising his head. "Help me warm up my bed."

...

Half a month later, at the wedding banquet in White Wolf Castle.

Things could change if they were too urgent. After confirming the strategic strategy of annexing White Wolf Castle, Baron Carter quickly began to prepare.

Killing those who deserved to be killed, appeasing those who deserved to be appeased, roping in those who deserved to be roped in, and trading those who deserved to be traded. In one month, the exchange of interests between all parties had been completed, and Knight Thor's wedding was pushed to the front.

At this moment, in the wedding banquet hall.

The smiling Knight Thor was entertaining the guests. Beside him was his 13-year-old new wife. The two of them stood together like father and daughter, more than husband and wife.

Sitting in front of a table, Heath was tasting the delicacies on the table.

From time to time, people of the same age walked past him. Every time at this time, they would cast a few admiring gazes.

Whispers could be heard faintly.

"Is this the Miracle Sword that defeated Andrew and killed Knight Roya? He looks even younger than the rumors. Isn't that too ridiculous?"

"I heard that it was a sneak attack."

"Even if it was a sneak attack, it's still very impressive, okay? I heard that he's not even fourteen years old. If the rumors are true, that would be too terrifying!"

"With such a terrifying talent, I'm afraid he'll be able to advance to a Knight before he's 16 years old... A 16-year-old Knight..."

"Hehe, he looks quite handsome. I wonder if he has a lover?"

During the battle on the Ruling Plains, Heath became famous in one battle.

Now, the entire River Valley knew that Graystone Castle had produced a young genius Apprentice Knight who had taken down the head of an official Knight before he was 14 years old.

Listening to the discussions in his ears, Heath frowned. 'Isn't this a little too high-profile?'

A tree that stood out in the forest would be destroyed by the wind. What he wanted was to get the most benefits without attracting attention. It was enough to take advantage. It did not matter whether he was in the limelight or not.

But then again, this was actually a false proposition. Since ancient times, fame and wealth were not separated. Without fame, how could there be benefits? He wanted to take advantage of the situation, but he did not want people to know? How could there be such a cheap thing in this world?

'Forget it, if they want to flaunt it, then flaunt it. In my previous life, I was treading on thin ice, and being careful was already tiring enough. It's rare to have a second life, and I also have such a big golden finger. Can't I live a more carefree life? If there really is trouble, just solve it!'

After thinking through this point, Heath was no longer conflicted. He enjoyed the worship of others to the fullest.

Ta ta ta!

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard.

More than ten young men of the same age as Heath walked over and surrounded the table where Heath was sitting. It was obvious that they were not friendly.

A few Apprentice Knights sitting at the same table stood up nervously and grabbed the benches beside them. No weapons were allowed in the wedding banquet. All their weapons were confiscated before they entered the venue.

A blond-haired teenager walked out of the group of young people.

He glanced at the few Apprentice Knights at the table and asked, "Who is Heath Noen?"

Heath was stunned for a moment. He put down the half-eaten beef in his hand and stood up. "I am."

The blond-haired boy took out a handkerchief and threw it at Heath. At the same time, he said angrily, "Let's fight, you despicable guy who ambushed us on the sacred battlefield!"

Heath was stunned. Who was this guy?

"Who is that blond boy? He looks so arrogant. Doesn't he know who he is challenging?"

"You don't even know him? That's Beck Fergus of the Fergus family. Roya Fergus, who was killed by Heath, is his father!"

Hearing the discussions of the others, Heath suddenly understood. So he was taking revenge for his father!

'But why do I feel that this revenge is a little strange? Haven't we already reached an agreement?'

After the end of the war, the noble middleman had arranged a mediation, which included Knight Roya's eldest son and Heath. After the mediation of the middleman, both sides had already shaken hands and made peace, agreeing to forget about the past.

Heath recalled the smile on the face of the noble young man. No matter how he looked at it, it did not seem to be fake. But what was going on now?

Actually, this was because Heath didn't have enough information.

Knight Roya had two sons, and the one in front of him was the younger one.

According to the law of inheritance, he was originally ranked after his elder brother. However, his outstanding talent from a young age was deeply loved by Knight Roya. It even caused Knight Roya to have the idea of kicking out his elder brother and letting him inherit the farm.

Seeing that Knight Roya's idea was getting stronger and stronger, it was only a matter of time before he changed the order of inheritance. Who would have thought that Heath would kill Knight Roya at this time?

Knight Roya, who was in his prime, did not make a will. According to the inheritance law, his farm would naturally be handed over to his eldest son, and this Beck before him would not get a single cent.

His elder brother greeted Heath with a smile, but his younger brother had a deep enmity with him. This was the reason.

Heath opened his mouth and asked, "Can we duel at other people's weddings?"

Although he didn't know where the strange feeling came from, it wasn't his style to find fault with someone without saying a word.

After a pause, he picked up the handkerchief and threw it back. "If it's okay, I'll accept it," he said straightforwardly.