Xia Ya's eyes lit up with these talents. He looked at the pile of mercenaries below, which were obviously miscellaneous, and said with a smile, "I can't ask any of them, so I went to the innkeeper to register your names and residences. After I have chosen, I will naturally send someone to inform you."
The following people just let Xia Ya go, and ran to entangle the inn owner, and the owner was also black-hearted, so they sent their buddies to the back to find desks, chairs, pen, ink, and paper for registration.
Xia Ya ignored this, walked directly to the middle of the lobby, and looked at the remaining mercenaries sitting there. Obviously, these people are the real elites. Xia Ya smiled and pulled out a dagger. , Duo nailed it on a table, the dagger went in without a handle, looked around, smiled: "I think in this room now, the person who really has the ability, well, then who is this business for? , let's talk about it first."
After a pause, Xi Ya raised his eyebrows: "It's hard to say clearly on the street, this time I'm going to Wildfire, first to the Red Wilderness, and then... I have to take the road to the west and go to the Zaku natives! So, Those who are familiar with the terrain there are preferred!"
At this moment, in the lobby, there was a table by the door, a table by the stairs, and another table by the left side of Xia Ya. Obviously, there were three different groups of people. After listening to Xia Ya's words, the three groups The people looked at each other, and finally, the group of people sitting at the door, one of the middle-aged warriors stood up. This man was wearing leather armor, and there was a long sword on the table. The cloth was obviously stained with blood from years, and it turned a red and green color.
The middle-aged warrior stood up, looked at Xiaya, and at the other two groups, but smiled: "My lord, although the price of your business is high enough, one business cannot be done by three, so who is it for? , the decision is still in your hands."
After he finished speaking, he grabbed the sword and slashed it on the table next to him. With a squeak, the table was split in half by his sword, but it didn't move at all until the middle-aged warrior walked over and gently With a push, the table fell into two halves.
This sword is very beautiful, especially the fusion of power and skill is very good, Xiaya's eyes lit up. The middle-aged warrior smiled and said slowly: "We are from the Russell mercenary group, and my name is Russell. Since you are an old man in Wildfire Town, you have naturally heard of this name, and the reputation of our group is the same. I don't need to say it."
Xia Ya nodded, the Russell mercenary group, he had indeed heard of the reputation, it was very loud.
There was a cold "hum" sound, and a short and capable warrior stood out from the table. The man shaved a bald head, but his face was fierce, and sneered: "Russell, your swordsmanship It's okay to chop the table, but it's far worse for people."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Xia Ya and said loudly, "We belong to the Cossack mercenary regiment, of course you have never heard of this name. I won't say anything else. All of my subordinates are elites. And we bring our own horses! My people are all excellent horsemen, not to mention ordinary thieves, even if they encounter regular cavalry, my people will not be at a disadvantage."
cavalry? As soon as Xia Ya heard this, his eyes lit up a bit. He was born in the Rodriguez cavalry regiment, and he was born with a good impression of the cavalry.
"Cossack? Hmph, your details, others don't know, don't we know!" Finally, the people sitting at the innermost table jumped up. This group of people was all burly and headed by a strong man. It is almost comparable to Sharba, with broad shoulders, a large waist and a round waist, wearing a round breastplate, two exposed arms with bulging muscles, and a short-handled double-edged battle axe on his back. After jumping up, he pointed at those The people of the Cossack mercenary group sneered: "Don't believe them, this lord, Cossacks! Ha! They used to be a bunch of horse thieves! These people's hands are not clean, maybe they can walk out of town within a hundred miles, and they can lose face. They robbed the caravan they were protecting! Damn, you bastards broke our rules!"
After he finished speaking, he raised his chest and shouted: "We are the Fire Rhino Mercenary Group! My name is Hawk! You invited us, keep it safe! I have been here for ten years, and my father is here to protect a guest. Those who died in the dwarves' territory! As long as we take your money, even if we risk our lives, we will definitely keep you safe!"
The people of the Cossack mercenary group were exposed to the bottom, and they suddenly became angry. They jumped up one by one and shouted and scolded. Looking at the lean and lean man: "What's the matter? I have pierced through your details, do you want to do it? Hmph, you have troubled me six times, and every time I have broken a few bones, do you want to break a few more today? You are it!"
The Cossack mercenary regiment had obviously suffered a lot under him. When they heard this, everyone changed their color. Although they cursed more fiercely, no one dared to come forward.
Hawk snorted and shouted proudly: "Being a mercenary is a desperate business, but since you have done it, you must pay attention to your credit! If the guest gives the money, we will fight with our lives! You Cossacks, I look down on them. Come here when you have a seed, I just happened to have itchy hands today, and chopped up a few bastards, just to relax my muscles and bones!"
The people of the Cossack mercenary group were so excited that their faces were red, and someone was about to rush up, but was stopped by the thin and capable man. The man looked at Hawke coldly, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Hawk, I remember this matter. Well, you will regret it one day! I won't rob you of this business, it's just today's matter, we will settle accounts together in the future!"
After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at Xia Ya, turned around and led someone out.
The middle-aged man named Russell who was at the door looked at Hawke, hesitated for a moment, and frowned: "Hawke, your father just died not long ago, I know your people need this money, I won't argue with you this time. already."
After a pause, the middle-aged man seemed to be kind, and said slowly: "Though the Cossacks are abominable, they are a group of cunning wolves. Although you are powerful, you must be careful of their secret tricks."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Xia Ya, sighed, and was about to take someone away.
"and many more!"
Xia Ya smiled and walked over slowly: "I didn't say I wouldn't hire you."
Russell was stunned for a moment, his face a little embarrassed, he glanced at Hawke, the man Hawke seemed to be an upright person, and said loudly: "Since this guest has chosen your Russell group, I have nothing to be dissatisfied with, as long as you don't fall for it. In the hands of the Cossacks' horse thieves."
After speaking, he seemed a little helpless, sighed, and was about to leave.
"You can't go either." Xia Ya smiled and stopped the brawny man: "You two, I invited all of you!"
The two groups looked at Xia Ya strangely. Xia Ya smiled and said, "Wait a minute."
He turned around and went back to the upstairs room. After a short while, he came out with two large leather bags in each hand. He came downstairs and shook the two bags on the table. The golden coins were poured out.
Seeing so many gold coins in front of them, although all the mercenaries changed color, there was no change. Xia was a little more satisfied and said with a smile: "This is three hundred gold coins, so I'll pay half of it first! After I come back , there are still three hundred. This money, both of you should divide it!"
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In the upstairs room, Sharba and Philip heard the movement below, Sharba sighed: "Why waste so much money, these two groups are left behind, and it's of no use, as long as you take the sky attack, I don’t think there will be any major dangers on the way, as for walking to the territory of the Zaku natives… I heard that those natives rarely attack the human trade group.”
Philip ran out to buy food with Sharba today, and was tired for a day. After listening to it, he smiled lightly and said slowly: "You don't understand the mind of adults."
"What's on the mind of Xia Ya? I heard that we were already short of money, and we still spend so much... Well, I don't understand it anyway, so do you, a yin and yang freak, understand?" Sharba stared in disapproval. Philip. Today, the two went out to buy food. Philip was a shrewd man, and he would not suffer at all in bargaining with others. If Sharba went alone, I am afraid that this rude man would have been deceived by the profiteers in Wildfire Town.
Sharba still didn't like this guy Philip, and was even more unconvinced at the moment, thinking: Lao Tzu and Xia are good brothers who were killed together from the dead. understood
Philip shook his head and smiled lightly: "The armament in More County needs to be rectified, and there is a lack of good soldiers. The elite mercenaries in Wildfire Town can recruit more. The idea of adult is very good."
As expected, Philip didn't guess Char's mind wrong.
If you just ask for bodyguards, then there is really no need to find so many mercenaries in Wildfire Town with great fanfare. And also spent so much money on it.
It's just those elite and sturdy mercenary warriors in Wildfire Town that Char is jealous of! These people are all elites who have experienced adventures and seen blood. If they can eat it and train them well, they will be an excellent army.
As for the price... It's a little more expensive, but now that Xiaya has no soldiers in his hands, the armament in More County is too wasteful. We need to get some mercenaries to enrich the army and build such an elite army on a small scale. Not bad.
In fact, the recruitment of mercenaries by the Byzantine army is not without precedent.
It's just that the mercenaries are used to being loose and free on weekdays, and they can't stand the harsh discipline in the army. But this is not the main problem. After all, when a mercenary is a mercenary, there is no last meal after eating. He takes risks all the year round, but he is just trying his best to earn hard money. In fact, his income is not that high. With a few gold coins, and returning to my hometown to buy a little land to retire, it is already considered a good death.
Can enter the Byzantine army, eat military rations, and most of the time is just training, after all, the time to fight is a small number. And once you are discharged from the army, there is also a severance pay that you can get. In terms of safety and stability, it is much better than being a mercenary, and the income may not be much lower.
However, many mercenaries are reluctant to enter the official army of the empire, mainly because they do not have a bright future.
The military system of the Byzantine Empire was dominated by the warlords, but now, although it has been broken, the forces of the eagles and the warlords are in the ring.
However, in the army of the empire, all the officers in the higher-ranking army pay attention to their background and qualifications: they belong to the warlords, or they graduated from the eagle military academy... You are a foreigner, and the warlords dislike that you are not your own. , naturally reluctant to reuse. Although the eagle-type forces do not have too deep a door, but the eagle-type generals have a bad problem: aloof. These people ask themselves that they are all from an orthodox military academy, have received a high level of military education, and are elite talents. He also looked down on those outsiders who came from wild ways.
Even if it is Xia Ya, if it is not for his friendship with Adric and General Ruhr, plus the undeniable outstanding contributions in this war, the academic generals in the Eagle Department may not accept it. Xia Ya-Even so, there are many people in the Eagle Clan who despise Xia Ya, a savage person, at this moment.
This kind of situation is created. If you don't have a real and extremely tyrannical ability, or a very hard backstage, don't even think about getting ahead in the army.
An alien mercenary gang enlisted? The leader of the mercenary group might be able to make a name for himself by virtue of his excellent martial arts—and at most, it would be great to be a captain! As for ordinary mercenary warriors, let's be a big head soldier for a lifetime!
The slightly higher military positions are dominated by people from both factions, and they can't compete with each other. How can it be lost to others
However, Xia Ya doesn't care about so much. He is from Ye Luzi himself, and he doesn't care about people's background and qualifications. He only knows that many mercenary groups in Yehuo Town are very elite. potential. The only problem is that it costs.
But... as long as the deal with the Zaku natives is settled, and the gold of the Zaku natives is obtained, are you afraid that there will be no money
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I stayed in Wildfire Town for another three days, scavenging almost all the food that could be bought in the town (the Gallens Chamber of Commerce also helped a lot), and finally drove fifty trucks full of food. , Xiaya and his party finally set off from Wildfire Town.
This trip consisted of 50 carts, a total of 100 groomsmen and coachmen, and two mercenary regiments with a total of 160 people—the Russell mercenary regiment and the Fire Rhino regiment have all joined, look at Xiaya Given a lot of money, he simply brought out all the elites in the regiment, and the number of people exceeded Xia Ya's previous expectations.
In addition, there was a convoy of the Gallens Merchant Group, six large vehicles, but thirty elite samurai guards, a group of four plus Xia Ya, and an extra Tiangong, which was exactly three hundred Zero Four, on this morning, left Wildfire Town and headed for the Red Wilderness...
At this moment, the turtle was walking at the front of the team on horseback, watching the dozens of carts dragging into a long dragon behind him, and elite mercenary warriors in full armor following the queue, watching the boundless wildfire ahead. In the original wilderness, there was quite a bit of emotion in my heart.
Wildfire Plain... Lao Tzu is back here again!
The last time I was here, I shed blood, killed people, and the first best friend I made in my life died in my arms...
But this time I came back, but it was a different scene. At this moment, my identities were different, and my mentality was also different!
At this moment, the Turtle still doesn't know that returning to the Wildfire Field this time, waiting for him, will be a test that will affect the rest of his life!
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"Your Highness."
Garcia, who was looking out of the window absentmindedly, was startled by the gentle call, and he turned his head slowly. Because he was in a trance and was disturbed, Garcia's eyes showed a faint irritability. However, as the crown prince, he is also famous for paying attention to etiquette and appearance. Facing the respectful and rigorous court lady in front of him, Garcia spoke with an impeccable voice - his tone of speech is very unique, and it has been cultivated and trained for many years. , that is, showing his gentleness without losing the majesty of the superior.
"Tell me, how has she been recently." The crown prince stood up and looked at the female official in front of him.
This female official was the one next to Adeline, with a serious expression on her face, her hands were crossed in front of her, she bowed slightly, and after a very standard etiquette, she replied in a meticulous tone: "His Royal Highness Adeline is very good, It's just that I've been locked in my room by myself recently, and I haven't asked to go out anymore, and I just read books in the room when I have nothing to do."
"Reading books?" Garcia raised her eyebrows slightly, as if talking to herself: "Oh, when did she like to read books."
After a pause, he looked at the female official and frowned, "What books did she read?"
"Historical materials of the empire, general history of the mainland, etc." The female official pondered for a while: "It seems that there are also some great biographies of the founding fathers. Well, I saw that His Highness Adeline has been reading often recently, but most of them are the biographies of the Tulip family."
"Ausgilia Biography?" Garcia smiled slightly: "When did my sister become interested in military history."
"Also..." The female officer hesitated for a while, and seemed to hesitate for a while, but she still gathered up her courage and said, "His Royal Highness Adeline has not had a good appetite recently, and she has been eating less. It seems... a young girl like her, all day long. It’s really boring to be bored in the castle, but Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess has been to see her a few times recently, and it seems that Her Highness Adeline will be in a better mood with the company of Her Royal Highness Daphne.”
"Okay, I see." The crown prince raised his finger slightly, pulled out a gold-trimmed embroidered handkerchief from his sleeve, and carefully wiped the corner of his mouth: "Be careful recently, don't let my sister run around anymore. The Ding people's mission is coming. This time they asked to see Adeline. The father should agree. If Adeline runs away again, it will be difficult for the Odins to explain. ... Since she is interested in reading books recently, you can arrange it, let the lecturers and scholars in the palace teach her history books, and also have people bring all the history books in my study to her, as long as she doesn't go out, Whatever you want to do, let her do it."
The female official bowed and saluted and resigned. After the people left, the crown prince threw the handkerchief on the table and turned to look at the sky outside the window, looking like he was in deep thought.
Osgilia Biography? This little sister, when did you become interested in the Tulip family...
The crown prince went out for a while, and there were three soft knocks at the door, and then a man wearing a dress and a golden wig walked in, it was his housekeeper.
"His Royal Highness, it's time." The steward put one hand across his chest and the other behind his back. His standard demeanor made the crown prince's eyebrows stretch a little, and he seemed very satisfied with the other party's attire, and nodded: " I see."
"You have a quarter of an hour to have afternoon tea, and then another quarter of an hour to change your clothes. The guests will arrive half an hour before the banquet starts. If you don't have any special arrangements, I will schedule the interview. ."
"There is no need for afternoon tea." The crown prince shook his head. He stood up and walked to a huge mirror in the room that was as tall as a person. He looked at his figure in the mirror. It was obviously inherited from the angular face of the Great Lancer, but However, his complexion is pale and weak, his expression is rigorous, his eyes are calm, his beard and hair are meticulous, and he is not picky in his manners, not even a single wrinkle can be found on his clothes.
He is very satisfied with such an appearance, but he also knows that in the aristocratic circle, when there are many people talking about him behind his back, they have a different evaluation of himself: he is depressed.
apathy
Indeed, compared with his father, who was old, but still occasionally exposed, he was too introverted on weekdays. Although he acted rigorously, when he fell into the mouths of others, he turned into an indifferent mood.
Hmm... Twilight
Garcia's living habits are almost rigorous to the extreme. He wakes up at the same time every day, one moment late, and then he eats a piece of melon and a small piece of sirloin for breakfast every day, roasted to seven ripeness. Garcia never drinks alcohol on weekdays unless it's a banquet. He doesn't like alcohol, he doesn't like food, and he doesn't have much preference for gorgeous things. As for antiques, he has never deliberately pursued them.
When acting, Garcia's biggest feature is: accurate!
He hates all the unexpected and likes to make everything into a precise plan, and then complete it step by step. Even his habit of walking remained the same.
He has a habit of taking a walk in the garden every evening, walking around the garden of his palace in a circle, and walking down a circle, a total of 1,109 steps! Since he became an adult and his height and shape have stopped changing, the number of steps has not changed! Walk around the garden, 1,109 steps, no more, no less!
He pays great attention to his words and deeds. Even though he has followed his personal entourage for many years, he rarely sees the crown prince's emotions out of control - the only time in recent years is the night when he learned of Bonfret's death.
The next morning, Garcia went to see the guests as usual, attended a salon party in a noble circle, and played polo with friends for a while.
He practiced swordsmanship for half an hour every afternoon and rode a horse for half an hour, so even though he was in his thirties, he was still in good shape. Many young nobles of his age have developed a bloated appearance when they are over 30 years old. Until now, Crown Prince Garcia still has wide shoulders and narrow waist, and even the court painter who painted him sighed that the crown prince's body shape has not changed in ten years.
He rarely shows his emotions, that is, he does not appear too enthusiastic or indifferent to others, and he is polite and gentle to anyone - but in this gentleness, he obviously maintains a kind of Strange distance.
Even when he smiles at people, the smile is warm, but it is undisguised with a kind of indifference that makes people unapproachable.
Another word for rigor is rigid. Many people believe that Garcia is a rigid person who does not know how to adapt. Then, the evaluation of Mu Qi naturally followed him for many years.
Twilight... Twilight...
Looking at the calm and steady face in the mirror, Garcia slowly unbuttoned his neckline. He raised his hand slightly, the door opened, and a group of court servants filed in, dragging brand new and complicated items in their hands. Some of them helped him put on a collar, some helped him get dressed, some helped him make a belt, and some helped him put on a robe. Other waiters brought trays of ornaments one by one for him to choose from.
There was not much time to get dressed, and a quarter of an hour was just finished. The man in the mirror had become a man dressed in a luxurious court dress, with a soft fox collar, and an expensive sapphire button on the neckline. The waist is revealed, and the cut is extremely fine. The double-row buttons are all pure gold, but under the special design, they do not look tacky at all. The shiny leather boots could almost catch the shadow of the person, and after a waiter helped him comb his hair, the two waiters brought two small mirrors to stand on either side, so that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could see it from several angles. See yourself in the mirror.
After everything was in order, Garcia became the crown prince known to everyone: outstanding appearance, rigorous and calm. After the two waiters carefully smoothed out an imperceptible fold in his trousers, the crown prince looked like a... a fine statue.
Garcia showed a satisfied look, he was very satisfied with the way he was now.
Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly heard the voice of a servant arguing outside the door, which made Garcia frown.
"No, you can't go in, His Highness is changing."
"Ah! No, please don't embarrass us, ah!"
After a few short exclamations, the door was slammed open, and the two servants standing at the door were directly knocked aside, and then a figure rushed in like a raging fire and ran in front of Garcia, ignoring The person next to him exclaimed, and a fist hit Garcia's nose head on!
With a bang, Garcia fell back with a black face. Then the man threw himself on him, and his fists kept smashing down. After Garcia was hit on the ground, he was strangely silent, and he was completely silent. After three or five punches, the frightened servant next to him rushed up and pulled the man up.
The crown prince was beaten with blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was no expression of pain or anger on his face. He slowly got up by himself, without looking at the man who was firmly held by several servants. He pulled out the hand towel and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then grinned before turning to look at the man who was still struggling despite being hugged by several servants.
At this moment, Garcia suddenly laughed.
"Let him go." The crown prince's voice seemed to be indifferent to anger.
A few servants were a little frightened, otherwise they would still let go. Fortunately, the man didn't seem to pounce again, but just stood there, staring at the crown prince coldly, with an angry expression on his face.
"Let's go out, let me chat with the little duke for a while." The crown prince glanced at the sluggish chief, and said with a warm smile, "I still have time, don't I?"
"… er… yes, you canceled afternoon tea, so you still have a quarter of an hour."
"Very well, let's go out first." Garcia's tone was beyond doubt.
Soon, everyone was gone, and there was only Garcia in the room, and the angry young man opposite him—the little duke of the Minas family, Rhodey.
"Your fist is still so hard, Roddy." The crown prince looked at Roddy, his eyes were very gentle, and then he grinned. At this moment, he actually turned around and sat on the chair, and then pulled the button of his collar.
"You should hit." Roddy stood there with an angry expression on his face: "I remember, I warned you! If you make my sister wrong again, I will definitely make you suffer."
Garcia still looked calm, he smiled, and threw the towel on the table: "I have to attend a banquet in a while, you wasted my time."
"Go to the fucking banquet!" Roddy said angrily: "My sister came home yesterday, although I don't know what happened, but she hid in the room and cried all night! Garcia! What did you do to her! !"
On the crown prince's face, which was always like an ancient well, a mocking smile suddenly appeared: "What did I do to her? Roddy, you are really stupid! It is because I did not do anything to her that she would cry! "
"..." Roddy blushed and was speechless, he could only stare at Garcia fiercely.
A strange smile flashed in Garcia's eyes, and then he sighed: "Okay, let me tell you, this is the last time you hit me."
He stood up, walked to the mirror, looked in the mirror, made a grin, saw that the corners of his eyes were slightly bruised, seemed a little dissatisfied, and frowned: "I'm serious, this is the last time you offended me. I've always allowed you to mess around because you're Roddy. I don't have many friends, and you're the only one."
"Hmph, I've never regarded you as a friend." Roddy couldn't help but stabbed the other party: "Since Daphne married you, you've treated her badly, and you're no longer my friend!"
"It doesn't matter." The crown prince smiled lightly: "I understand, so I won't blame you. But I also tell you that this is the last time I tolerate your disrespect for me, the last time."
"Hmph, what if there is another time?" Roddy sneered: "You are the crown prince, the future emperor, are you going to punish me severely!"
"No, I won't do that." The crown prince's tone was very gentle: "But, next time, I will fight back."
He smiled lightly, turned around and walked in front of Roddy, his tone was soft and warm: "Roddy, it's best not to do things like that, because, I don't like to shoot at people, and you know that I don't like to use force, I don't like hurting my friends, so please don't persecute me anymore."
After speaking, the crown prince's eyes became indifferent, he turned his head, turned his back to Roddy, looked at himself in the mirror carefully, and threw a cold sentence: "After speaking, you can bow back, remember you Your identity and manners, Rhodey, you will be a duke in the future, an example for the nobles of my Byzantine Empire."
Roddy's face was ashen, his fists clenched tightly, but he finally said nothing, snorted, turned his head and rushed out from the door.
He rushed out of the crown prince's room in one breath. Under the strange eyes of many guards and servants outside, Roddy rushed to the downstairs lobby and ran out of the crown prince's palace from the gate. Only then did the depression in his chest feel a little more relaxed.
He really wanted to rush up and give him two more punches just now! But I don't know why, at that moment, although the crown prince turned his back to himself, Roddy could clearly see the crown prince's face in the mirror!
that face...
laughing! !
Although this meticulous guy is not without a smile, his usual smile is the kind of etiquette smile. Even when he smiles, there is no smile in his eyes!
But just now, the face of the crown prince of the mirror was really smiling at himself! The smile is full of ridicule, full of disdain... Moreover, the smile is so unscrupulous! ! Laugh so inscrutable! !
That kind of smile is full of a condescending taste, as if facing a trivial ant crawling in front of him! !
At that moment, Roddy didn't know what was going on, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart, a familiar sense of oppression spread all over his body, and the clenched fist could not be beaten, as if a potential consciousness told himself, if Dare to do it, then something terrible will happen to you next!
Such a smile, that inscrutable look, was vaguely familiar.
It seems that among the people I know, who else is smiling like this
After thinking about it for a while, Roddy suddenly became cold and sweaty!
I remembered!
It's... it's Cavie Hill! !
The crown prince smiled with his back in the mirror, and the expression of that smile was like the terrifying old guy Caviehir! !
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In front of the mirror, the crown prince rearranged his clothes with the help of his servants. A handsome young servant carefully picked out a box of cool ointment with his little finger and carefully smeared it on the corner of the crown prince's bruised eye.
The Crown Prince looked in the mirror coldly, no matter how he concealed it, the bruises at the corners of his eyes could not be immediately eliminated.
"My dear steward." The crown prince whispered, and the steward immediately bowed his head and stood behind him.
"I need you to do something, you do it yourself."
"Yes, Your Highness." The steward responded quickly.
The crown prince took a breath, his speech was slow and his tone was not tepid: "You go to see my dear wife and tell her that because of her unrestraint, I was injured by her dear brother, Therefore, in order to punish her for such an imprecise behavior, I hope that she will stay in the castle. It is best not to go out for a month and reflect on it. I believe that my dear wife will definitely understand my request. "
The chief trembled.
He is the old man next to Garcia, and has followed the crown prince for more than 20 years, so he is familiar with the crown prince's temperament. Although the crown prince is never happy or angry on weekdays, he has followed him for many years. From some details You can also grasp some signs of the emotional changes of His Highness.
This Highness, whenever he is the most angry, it will appear slower and slower on the surface! The slower he speaks, the more angry he is!
Especially with a title like "Dear", once he said it, it meant that His Highness was already furious.
The chief shivered, and quickly bowed his head in response.
"Okay, don't tidy up." The crown prince suddenly turned and left the mirror, leaving many servants standing beside the mirror stunned.
"I can't attend the banquet with this kind of demeanor. Let's cancel it." The crown prince sighed and walked to the window: "Everyone goes out, the manager stays."
When the servants all exited cautiously, the steward stood behind the crown prince: "His Royal Highness, you..."
"I want to go out." The crown prince turned around and looked at the old manager who had followed him for 20 years. He seemed to have a trace of genuine exhaustion in his eyes: "I need to take a rest. Well, you know Where am I, if something happens, help me cover it up."
As he said that, he walked up to the old manager and put his hand on the other person's shoulder. At this moment, the gentleness in his eyes revealed the truth, and he whispered, "Jacques, I'm very tired."
Director Jacques' face changed, he hesitated for a while, and finally sighed, raised his hand, pressed the hand of the crown prince on his shoulder, and whispered: "Your Highness, I understand."
"Well, not physically tired, but... here." Garcia pointed to his heart. At this moment, his face was pale.
Then he swept his eyes and looked at the manager of Jacques: "Actually, Jacques, I know, you have always been afraid in your heart, because you know my secret... So, you have always been afraid of me, afraid that I will kill you, right wrong?"
Manager Jacques's face was trembling, and suddenly he knelt down with a plop.
"No, Jacques." Garcia's face was very calm, and he smiled lightly: "I am very tired, so there is a person by my side who knows my secrets, and I can hide it in front of you, which makes me very happy. Relax... so don't worry, I won't kill you."
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About an hour later, the arena in Osgilia was competing in this year's giant samurai competition. Because it was entering the main stage, the arena that could accommodate tens of thousands of people was almost full.
The huge arena is like a beehive, and the frenzied shouts and noisy sounds are floating in the air, lingering! Tens of thousands of people shouted and roared together, unscrupulously venting the violent emotions in their hearts!
On the arena in the square, a burly warrior with a grim smile on his face used a battle axe to split his opponent with sword and shield in half. The sound of the crisp bones bursting, even under the roar of the audience, seemed so clear!
Seeing that a warrior on the stage fell to the ground, spitting blood, the hideous axe-wielding warrior walked over, grabbed the opponent's hair, and lifted him up...
Tens of thousands of people in the audience were roaring and venting their violent emotions frantically.
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!"
"kill him!!"
In the chaotic and violent atmosphere, no one would notice that in the most inconspicuous corner of the south stand, among the crowd, a pale and handsome young man, dressed in dirty linen clothes, Wearing a leather felt hat that must have been full of oil on his head, he was sitting in the crowd. His face that should have been handsome and calm was full of rage and ferociousness. It should be the handsome facial features twisted into a ball.
Among tens of thousands of people, this young man also twisted his face, his eyes were full of violence, raised his fists, and roared with a hoarse voice.
"Kill! Kill!!!"
All of this... seems like it was supposed to be a secret.