After two months of frantic running, there was only one remaining horse with five endurance stealing the spotlight, and he looked so skinny and didn't know when he was about to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, he has left the range of the Redka Empire and entered the territory of the Kingdom of Bukden.

The Kingdom of Bukerdern appears to be very wealthy. As the southernmost country on the continent backed by the sea, its maritime transport is very developed and it has cultivated a strong commercial atmosphere, which makes their country's commerce extremely developed.

In fact, the commercial atmosphere in the southern part of the empire was also influenced by the Kingdom of Booker Dern.

Here, you can see all kinds of novelty commodities everywhere, and countless small vendors sell them on the roadside. Even the villages are filled with prosperous handicrafts and goods on the ground.

In front of this messenger, in the way of countless caravan camels and horses traveling to and from the Kingdom of Bukerdern, it was an extremely prosperous commercial market town.

He wanted to ride a horse and ran over, but after not taking a few steps, the horse under his hip suddenly fell to the ground and no longer had any interest.

The messenger was violently thrown down. Such an emergency caught the attention of the people around him, but it was none of their own, and they didn't want to care about it.

They didn't want to have anything to do with this weird, ragged but with aristocratic coat of arms.

The messenger felt severe pain all over his body. The fatigue and pain of the past two months almost destroyed his will. His eyes were lost, his eyes were staring at the sky blankly, lying on the ground in a large font.

After a while, he suddenly stood up from the ground, jumped on the spot twice, and then slapped himself severely.

He must cheer up and deliver the letter in his arms to King Booker Dern's hands.

He stared fiercely, enduring pain all over his body and slowly walked towards the market town in front of him.

After walking a few steps, a sense of powerlessness surged over his body. Holding the saber around his waist, he turned his head and picked up the short spear on the horseback, and limped as a cane to the market town.

His arrival just adds a little bit of talk to the road, no one will continue to pay attention to him.

After walking for half an hour, the messenger finally arrived at the gate of the market town.

Several guards frowned and looked at the embarrassed armed man, secretly vigilant in their hearts.

"Stop, a silver coin for the entrance tax!" These guards stopped him and said blankly.

He was a little annoyed, even if the imperial capital's entrance tax was not enough, it did not happen. He didn't want to have a conflict with this group of people. He had to complete his mission.

After handing over a silver coin obediently, he successfully entered the market town in front of him.

After coming in, he didn't hesitate to buy some food and then found a tavern to live in. He knew that he was on the verge of a limit. In order to deliver the letter, he had to ensure his own safety.

After resting for a while, he felt that his pain eased a lot, so he walked out of the tavern with his money bag, and began to go to the market to buy something.

His five war horses have all fallen dead, and he has to buy new livestock here.

After spending two gold coins to buy two horses of good quality, he returned to the tavern and began to rest.

Early the next morning, he set foot on the road again.

The territory of the Kingdom of Bukerdern is not huge, even smaller than the north, but the size of this country produces wealth comparable to two-thirds of the Redka Empire.

This shows the prosperity and commercial development here.

But in the final analysis, no matter how developed commerce is, this is the essence of a feudal country, and their civilians still live in very hardship.

Although the harvest industry in the village is developed, all the benefits it produces belong to the local feudal masters, not the civilians themselves.

The messenger rode on the horse again and ran wildly. He had already seen the map of the Kingdom of Booker Dern more than once, and it was impossible for him to get lost anyway.

Two days later, he finally traversed more than two hundred kilometers to reach the imperial capital of the Kingdom of Bukerdern, Pimon City.

Pimon City is more developed in commerce. Although it is not as good as Redka’s capital, it is considered the second most developed city. It has achieved such an achievement with less than one-tenth of the Redka Empire’s territory. That's amazing.

Upon arriving here, the messenger took out a red-bottomed golden lion flag representing the Redka Empire from his luggage.

He tied it to his short spear and entered the city of Picamon with this flag.

With the help of this banner, no one offends him. Even if they don't know this banner, others will understand that this is under the hands of an aristocratic master.

Of course, many people recognize this banner. The reputation of the Redka Empire has spread throughout the entire continent. What's more, there are many large and small businessmen who travel north and south in the royal city of the Kingdom of Bukerdern.

"People from the Redcar Empire? What are they here for?"

The scene on the street was passed verbatim to the ears of King Satri, the king of the Kingdom of Bookeden.

"I don't know for the time being, maybe he came by the order of the princess!"

It was his confidant who reported to King Satri, so he knew these things very well.

"Could it be that something happened inside the Redka Empire? They were in a mess before..." King Satri guessed in his heart, and said, "Let him see me when the messenger arrives!"

Soon, the messenger came to the gate of the palace. After he explained his identity, he entered the palace very smoothly.

"Your Majesty has been waiting for you, come with me!" After confirming his identity, a guard nodded and said.

The messenger followed the guards through the promenade full of luxurious decorations, but he had no intention of admiring these bells and whistles now.

He subconsciously stroked the letter on his chest, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

"Well, this is Your Majesty's study room, you can wait a moment!"

With that, the guard knocked on the door of the study room.

"Well, you got your majesty's permission~lightnovelpub.net~You can go in, but remember, don't be rude!"

The messenger nodded and walked into the study cautiously.

Although he is very proud as the messenger of the empire, he understands that the current royal family is very dangerous and cannot be as arrogant as before.

"Good day, your majesty, I am a messenger from the Redcar Empire. I am on the order of the great queen of the empire to hand over the letter to you, the legal ruler of the Kingdom of Bukerdern, the great King Satri !"

With that said, the messenger took the letter out of his arms and handed it to King Satry.

After King Sartli checked the paint, he opened the envelope and began to read the letter.

As the reading time got longer and longer, his brows became more and more frowning, with a solemn expression on his face.

"I see, you can go down first, I need to think about how to make a decision, and I will notify you when the results are available!"

King Thatley put down the letter in his hand and said.