Harald's eyelids hopped a few times.

The child's cry was very loud, and it hit his heart one after another.

When Dorak saw his sudden storm, he seemed to have found the reason.

That love affair that could not occupy two pages in his love history actually blossomed and bear fruit?

Dorak was coaxing the child in a hurry, Moella lowered her head slightly, carefully fiddling with the swaddle clothes, shy from the corner of her eyes, and occasionally glanced at Harald.

What exactly does it mean?

All fools can see it.

Including the soldiers who lined up to greet each other, they all looked distorted and wanted to laugh but couldn't.

The domineering appearance in the plan became inappropriate. Harald suddenly felt a numb scalp. He was the result of a romantic affair between his father, but now his son inherited his father's business and repeated the same mistakes.

Is this retribution?

There is also a prospective father-in-law in the fortress.

Do you like to be a father if you accidentally?

The cry of a child came from his ears. Harald couldn't take up the airs at all. He walked forward with a rough eye and looked at Moaila with complicated eyes: "Moaila...you... this child?"

Perhaps because of being a mother, Moaila's hot and straightforward temper has been wiped out a lot. At this moment, under the gaze of countless eyes, she was a little shy, but nodded firmly.

The stone hammered!

Harald seemed to be struck by a lightning bolt, and his mind paused briefly.

However, he is no longer a frivolous and lingering in the flowers. He has become a mature and firm soldier with a strong mind and a passionate affair. He just wants to make achievements and has long been indifferent to love and love.

"What's his name?"

Harald leaned over and opened the corner of the swaddle, and a white and fat baby was exposed inside, grinning and crying loudly.

"Andy."

Andy?

In the common word, it means bravery, and Harald's eyes softened a little: "Andy? Andy, where is the last name?"

"Name for Mengsen!" Dorak, who was next to him, stared at the bull's eyes and snorted coldly: "This is our Mengsen family's child, you'd better stay away from him."

"Dad!" Moaila stamped her feet in anger: "Can you stop talking?"

"Hmph." Dorak snorted in disappointment.

Moaila's eyes apologized: "I'm sorry, my father has a bad temper. I apologize to you for what happened just now."

"What apologies..."

Dorac was immediately dissatisfied, but he was still beaten back by his daughter's fierce look.

Harald smiled. Moaila was not a shameful girl. She had a cheerful personality and a straightforward temper, like a hot flame. During the days she was together, she was not artificial or pretentious, and she released her enthusiasm with her. She got drunk and laughed loudly, and was never as obsessed with others like other girls.

After Harald fell in love with someone else, she did not complain or entangle. She just smiled and turned around and left freely, never appeared in his world again.

Harald missed her very much at one time, but it was left unresolved due to the man's face.

I never expected that I would meet again here.

A big fat son is also included.

"Moaira..." Harald's lips moved and his voice was dry: "How are you?"

"I'm so shit!"

Dorak's anger erupted, pointing at his nose and scolding, "You bastard, I don't recognize anyone when I lift my pants. I've made my daughter's belly bigger and I'm going to kill me every day, telling me not to seek revenge on you! Damn, as long as I think about it, I want to tear you."

Harald didn't care about his insults and looked at Moaila's dodging eyes: "Why don't you tell me?"

Moaila smiled weakly, without answering.

"Why?" Dorak sneered, "Oh, you are the noble Baron, the daughter of our blacksmith's family, will you care?"

Enrico, who was watching the fun, understood the whole story. Harald did have a relationship with Moaila. In the end, because of the gap in identity, Moaila chose to face it alone and gave birth to their child.

Although the blacksmith is a craftsman and is considered a free citizen, there is indeed a gap between him and the nobles.

Harald was silent, Moaila was like his mother and could never become a noble lady. Therefore, Moaila, who has a strong personality, never looked for him.

Because she knew very well, what if she found it?

Moaila suddenly smiled: "Halard, I'm glad to see you again. You don't have to feel guilty. This is my own choice. I... our children, I will raise them well, and I will not disturb you."

"Is this how?"

Harald refused to comment, and the child's cry attracted his attention. The little Andy, who shrank in a swaddle wrapped in fur, only showed a small porcelain white face. His hair was sparse, but it was faintly flashed with a light golden color - the same as his hair color.

Maybe I was tired of crying, or maybe I was quiet around me.

Andy's crying gradually weakened. Harald gently poked his hand out with a very complicated mood and carefully stroked its forehead.

Even Dorak didn't stop it.

Andy seemed to feel the comfort from her father, and her emotions gradually stabilized. Her pink lips curled up with a smile and she fell asleep again.

Although he inherited his father's scumbag gene, Harald was the real first time he became a father. He was both novel, excited and a little confused...

This is a child with his blood, so weak, so... well, cute.

Moaila's eyes showed a little joy.

Dorak snorted coldly: "Pretty."

Enrico was afraid that the conflict would continue to intensify, and at the same time, he relieved Harald and whispered: "All the way, the child is too tired. Everyone is quiet, so let him have a good sleep."

Harald nodded: "Hisser Duke, please take everyone into the fortress."

"I won't go!" Dorak was still angry, but his voice was obviously lowered.

Moai pulled his father's sleeve and glanced at him: "Dad, if you don't go, I won't go, Andy won't go. Let us, mother and son, continue to sleep in the open."

Dorak had no choice but to do anything to his daughter, and he had a gloomy face and kept silent.

Harald suddenly smiled gently at Moella: "It's better to let Mr. Mengsen take Andy to the fortress first. Do you... have time? Let's go to the beach together."

Moaila looked at him quietly, his face faded from tender whiteness and turned into a mature wheat color. Her deep eyes became a little more calm, and she overlapped with the handsome boy she once knew.

Somehow, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Enrico's eyes lit up, it was obvious that it was still unfinished.

Dorak is a craftsman of the Miller family. If his daughter can really rekindle his old love with Harald, then there will be an additional bridge between the Miller family and the Blackstone Legion.

Enrico understood and patted Dorak's shoulder: "Dorak, your hammer can forge the sharpest sword and beat the hardest steel. But it cannot cut off the most flexible love... Let the young man solve the problem by himself. Let a woman with a clever and careful hand, carry Andy and go to the fortress."

A passionate woman came over in the crowd and took the child from Moella's arms. Enrico gave eyes to the knights and signaled them to pull Dorak.

Dorak reluctantly followed the knights, but there was a bit of cunning in his eyes.

This old and rough blacksmith has a hot temper, but she is very meticulous. Otherwise, how can she create excellent equipment?

"Daughter, dad can only help you get here."

Kalina, who watched the show throughout the whole time, originally wanted to inquire about Qin Song from Harald. Now she can only give up temporarily. Anyway, she has time to enter the fortress.

"Can you tell me what happened? I heard... you are missing."

On the beach, Moaila and Harald walked side by side. The identities of the former lovers have changed.

Harald quipped, “Have you ever worried about me?”

Moaila kicked Baisha under her feet and bent her lips playfully: "Of course I'm worried. I thought you were hooked away by a mermaid and my little body would be unable to bear it."

Harald touched his nose, which was a code word.

During that time of love, the powerful Moella showed extremely strong attack power, which made the long-standing Harald a little unable to bear it.

Harald began to change the subject: "Your dad is the Miller blacksmith?"

"As you can see." A gloomy flashed in Mo'aila's eyes: "I told you that I am the daughter of a blacksmith."

"Well, the blacksmith's daughter."

The aristocratic class ended in the Black Stone Corps, and Harald's mentality also changed. Craftsmen are sometimes much more valuable than nobles who only know how to play.
Chapter completed!