Chapter 275 Quiet Prince

The sun is shining.

At the south gate of Longyan City, a team of knights came to their destination.

When the thin man once again stepped into the famous city standing in the north, watching the bustling city gate, there was only endless emotion in his heart.

Even after experiencing the disaster, Longyan City still looks majestic, atmospheric, rough and shocking, and even the road people’s quarrels are full of screams.

Those days...

However, he still forced to press down the thoughts of the heart, and took his eyes back from the towering statue of Nakaru.

He still has something to do.

The man bowed his head and raised the horse.

The thin man faintly said to the more than a dozen knights behind him: "Ready, we have a long **** to climb."

The knights seem to get used to his indifferent tone, not to mention a single sentence, just silently keep up.

This is a low-key team. Any signs that indicate identity, such as flags, decorations, badges, etc., are not available, only the luggage and sundries on the horses, and the rush of color on everyone's face.

A few of them were obviously the first to come to Longyan City, and they looked around in amazement.

“This is Longyan City?” a young suite member wondered: “Isn’t it said that it was almost destroyed by the disaster? How is it so complete?”

"It is a rumor to ruin Long Yucheng, not a disaster," the thin man replied easily: "Well wash your brain, Mark."

A few minutes later, a northern aristocrat of the military atmosphere came to meet them with a few cavalry. After a brief meeting, they were taken directly from the queued city into the city.

They walked through the open space in front of the city gate and began to climb uphill.

"It’s really a flattering sergeant who personally greets us," said the thin man, faintly saying, "The Viscount of Dresden."

"Unfortunately, the Grand Duke of the Grand Duke is in the Hall of Heroes - today is her listening day, and the Regency of Regency is also inside." The Northland aristocrat named Dresden appears to be very capable and violent, patrolling. Under his several gestures, the team began to work in perfect order.

I saw that he was slightly beheading the thin man at the moment:

"Lord Lord Putier Nieman from the Star Kingdom."

The Lord of the Stars - Puttier nodded and responded.

Viscount Dresden, the old subordinate of the Earl of Brisbane, remained as the garrison officer of the Longyan City after the succession of the female prince. He looked at the stars of this servant and gently daggered: "But I think You must first see the prince first."

The members of the stars have looked at each other with a few eyes, and their eyes are full of expectation and curiosity.

That prince.

The legendary second prince.

"This is the case," on the bustling streets of Northland, Putty's thin face showed a smile: "Please take us directly to the Blood Garden."

Dresden slightly raised his eyebrows.

Blood Garden...

"Of course, the Blood Garden, the most remote and most ruined corner of the Palace of the Spirit, is home to a special guest," Dresden sighed. "Please come with me."

The Viscount smirked and waved his hand, and a commander immediately set off. After a dozen seconds, a team of patrols in front of them immediately changed direction and headed for the direction of the Palace of the Spirit.

"You are a person, I admire - not like your former receptionist." Putty nodded with approval and pulled out his pipe.

The Viscount Dresden made a sneer and rode side by side with Putil.

“Previous receptionist?”

Dresden bent his mouth: "I heard that he secretly obstructed the mission to contact the prince - he was later found to be close to the Earl of a black sand collar."

"So I only came up with this year," Reston, who had a bad face, coughed: "After he was hanged - coughing and being replaced."

Puttil took a sip of smoke and immediately watched the change of the smoke circle, and said: "Thank you for understanding our anxiety."

"I am willing to help," Dresden thoughtfully decapitated: "This is, after all, Long Yucheng, not Black Sand City."

Hearing this place name, Putilit squinted: "Is the King Chaman still sending a special envoy to ‘consolation’?”

Speaking of the co-lifting of the king, the face of the Viscount of Dresden was disgusting and disdainful: "Three times a year, never late."

"If possible, he probably wants to buy the crows flying over Longyan City to monitor our every move," Dresden glanced at the Yingling Palace on the side of the mountains: "Especially the two whereabouts."

Putili spit out a smoke circle: "But I heard that your king has recently had a big trouble?"

"Isn't it," Reston snorted and seemed very happy: "From the beginning of the coronation, the troubles of Chaman Rumba have never been broken."

“It’s even more so recently.”

Hearing the name, the members of the stars had a tight face and quickly raised their ears, paying attention to the new king who had not ruled in Exeter.

"Rumba made a madness a few months ago. He wanted to break the new aristocracy in excess of the moment. Instead, he provoked the old vassals of the black sand collar. From the vassals, they relied on the aristocratic rules to protest collectively, and the king ordered the re-establishment of the territorial decree. King Man and his own direct vassal fight, and play together, haha."

Viscount Dresden raised his mouth.

"And his troubles are much more than that - half a month ago, led by the four great men of the North and the West, they launched a boycott of the aristocratic acts of the king's persecution. They called for a total of oaths and called for a tax-resistant approach. Supporting the old nobility of the black sands who were deprived of the title - and calling on others to join them, against the atrocities of the king, I heard that the momentum is huge."

of course.

Concentrate on saving a lot of money, but also look at the king’s smashing shape, why not?

Puttier snorted in his heart.

"I suspect that Longyan City will soon receive an invitation to sign on their joint condemnation letter," Reston sighed with a sigh of relief: "You know, the reputation of the 'parent' is stinking enough. ""

“‘The relatives’ Chaman,” Putilla whispered: “It’s really mean to call my king.”

"I heard that the long hair of Ryukyu City was the first to be called," said the garrison, smiling very happily: "The worst nickname in the history of Exeter" - you know, that company Jacob I, who married the mother of the relatives, is also known as the 'destroyed'."

Putilit chuckled and said nothing.

Poor reputation...

Doesn't mean that the means is bad.

"I heard that the stars are not stable in China?"

"It seems that the plagues in the southwestern countries have finally subsided, and there are signs of recurrence," said the Viscount Dresden, who naturally transitioned to the topic. "And King Kaiser has sent three waves of standing troops to the blade leader."

Putty squinted gently: "The old injury is too deep and it is not so easy to heal."

"It's just like you."

Dresden and Puttier looked at each other, and the two men of the dragon and the stars nodded with their own minds.

A group of people walked through the overheated and bustling Longyi Square, walked through the messy bow area, walked through the axe area and the spear area where the upper class waited, all the way up the uptown area of ​​Longyan City.

Finally, the first gate that separated the axe area and the Yingling Palace appeared in front of the team.

Puttier looked at the towering gate and sighed again.

The Viscount of Dresden solemnly negotiated with the patrols who guarded the gates for a few minutes, and the stars were placed in the gates.

Immediately, many patrol soldiers stepped on their faces and inspected them from the body to the baggage, which made many stars feel uncomfortable.

"Slightly, don't worry, this is the necessary process - oh, there is a gift in the box for the female grandfather, please be careful."

Putty habitually raised his hands to wait for the body search, while comforting the people with bad moods, let them endure the murderous and rudeness of the Northland people, and then waited for the side of the Dresden: "It looks like yours Safety protection has improved a lot."

Dresden's face was tight.

"Three passwords have been added, and a number of sentry posts have been built in front. Even if the women’s grandfather issued an emergency warrant, there are corresponding insurance measures. We even began to try to recruit rare abilities in the North Army. - It is said to be from the prince's suggestion," Dresden's tone became very blunt, seemingly suppressing something: "The gate is always a dangerous wall."

"The story of being a high-ranking military officer with a high-profile officer and a traitor in a partnership, and defrauding the gates will not be repeated."

Putilai sighed.

Finally, after a complicated search, the stars of the group passed the gate and came to the open space in front of the Yingling Palace.

Putile looked at the eight big stoves that were both familiar and unfamiliar in front of the palace. I remembered the little back and walked alone into the palace gate, and could not help but sigh.

The court guards of a team looked at them poorly during the patrol.

They got off the horse and let the guards take the mount.

"The **** courtyard is here, please come with me." Viscount Dresden took them away from the magnificent palace gate of the Seal Palace and into a remote corridor.

The roads under their feet are getting narrower and narrower, and even the weeds are growing, but the guards on the road are gradually increasing.

"How is he doing?" Putilla looked at the guards who were coming and was in a complicated mood.

The attention of the stars is attracted by this question.

he?

Dresden frowned: he knew who the other person wanted to ask.

How is it going?

this problem……

“Everyone has a different opinion about him,” the Guardian carefully selected with the words: “But let me say...”

"The prince is very quiet."

The stars of the stars are beheading each other: this is in line with their judgment of the prince and juvenile.

Only Puttier was taken aback: "How do you say?"

That guy...

Putilai remembered the sly talk, and the image of a small adult who was speechless from time to time.

be quiet?

He felt incredible.

"Most of the time, he quietly sat and read books himself. Sometimes he talked to himself and even whispered. He said that he was sleepless and forgotten, and each time his position was different. From the corner of the courtyard to the cliff of the sky, it was broken. His guards..."

"He goes out every month to go to the spear area to play chess, like to stay in the box, play chess with himself, sit for hours, until the followers remind him: Dagong's guards need to eat..."

"He doesn't care much about the disputes in Longyan City, whether it is court banquet or hunting, even if the aristocrats' eyes are on him - but they are familiar with the servants in the court, I heard that he I like to smile very much, even when I see the letter crow, I will say hello."

"There are so many teachers who have given lectures to him and the female Grand Duke - half of them have not been able to hold on for two months, saying that they are ‘unacceptable to the prince’s style’, and the Count of Brisbane is a headache...”

"Ah," Putilie shook his head in a smirk: "I came here to solve this problem."

The Viscount of Dresden is quirky:

"But his relationship with the female tycoon is very good. Two people often stay in the library from morning to afternoon, which is a lot of enemies for him in the nobles of Longyan City." "The Count of Brisbane is very dissatisfied with him."

Not only that.

There were also many dissatisfaction and protests for the female sect.

Dresden silently said.

Putilai has a few hearts and nods.

After passing through countless porches and heavy guards, the group of people finally came to a three-storey building with a rundown and old, almost no foyer, where many court guards still stood and glanced at them with vigilant and fierce eyes. .

"It’s like being in jail... You know, the jailers watching are everywhere..." A star suite whispered to the companion.

In the court guards, a guy who is obviously the leader is tall, his eyes are sharp, and his waist is a long knife.

Viscount Dresden greeted the guard.

"Lord Justin," the Viscount nodded politely, reaching out to the stars behind him and introducing: "This is..."

The former commander of the former White Blade Guard, Lord Justin, who had been in the court under the black sand collar's offensive, nodded dumbly and looked around the guest:

"Puttier Nieman, I know him."

Putila smiled: "It's nice to meet you, I think..."

But Lord Justin obviously didn't like much. He was still expressionless and interrupted Putila in a straight line: "I know what you are doing."

"He is coming to me in the back court."

Puttier smiled a little and thanked him for his understanding.

"I will wait for you here," said Dreston, standing back and standing in the same place, nodding his head. "The daughter-in-law has to wait for a while."

With the expectation, the members of the stars face each other and follow Puttier through the first floor of the small building to the back court.

Even in the sun's rays, this backyard, shrouded in the canopy, still looks gloomy and run down. It seems that no one has lived for a long time: the floor tiles are rugged, the roots are broken, the pale trunks and cracks The walls of the courtyard are almost one, the walls are desolate, the shadows are everywhere, and there is a hint of ominous atmosphere in the air, making people feel depressed at first sight.

A dozen or so ones were the soldiers of the Stars standing in the dilapidated courtyard, guarding the entrances and exits.

A young man in his twenties was far from seeing them, and suddenly he was rushing to meet.

"Oh, this is really a surprise," the young man was tall and straight, but he had a pair of sharp scorpions: "His Royal Highness he said... I thought you would come in a week."

When the young man came to Puttier, the members of the stars could not help but notice that his waist was buckled with a long sword without a sheath.

"It's nice to meet you," Putile spit out a ring of smoke without hesitation, picking an eyebrow: "Waia Casso is an officer."

Hearing this surname, the stars of the visitors have cast a strange look at Wyatt.

It turned out to be "狡狐"...

But the prince attendant did not seem to like this kind of gaze, he turned around and let the scene behind him.

The guests were leaning against the wall at first sight, and the strange man with his arms on his arms was attracted: he had a light-colored short hair and covered the area from the throat to the nose with a silver mask, only showing the tattoos. In the first half of the face, I looked at the people with a pair of indifferent and vigilant eyes, as if they were intruders.

It is quite uncomfortable.

He is probably not very friendly - there are many people who think this way.

"boom!"

A muffled sound came.

The eyes of the stars came to the source of the sound - two people in the field who were practicing swordsmanship.

What is striking is the seven-year-old boy.

I saw him holding a sword, holding a shield, sweating, but his face biting his teeth.

Again and again, against the attack of the guard in front of him.

"The arm should be raised, pay attention to the ups and downs of my shoulders, predict the next attack, and defend in time..." The guards who practiced with him were not very tall, but also deliberately lowered their posture and took care of the boy. Action and height, the wooden sword knocked on his joints from time to time, forcing the boy to retreat.

"boom!"

Another muffled sound, the boy fell to the ground.

He bit his lower lip, wiped the sweat from his head, rubbed his knees, and looked at the guards dissatisfiedly: "Do you have to do this?"

"Stand up!" The guard shook his head, his voice was serious, and he was uncomfortable: "Raise your sword!"

Wye frowned, looking at the seven-year-old boy, it seemed that she couldn't bear it, but eventually she stopped talking.

Putilley around him narrowed his eyes and stared at the training in the field.

The stars of the crowd have stretched their necks and looked at the little boy who was bitter and tough on the floor.

That is……

The only prince of the stars?

The one who is in the enemy’s country and uses life to maintain peace between the two countries...

but……

The visitors looked at the boy who was knocked down by a sword.

The little prince looked at his hands and legs, sighed heavily and climbed up in a listless manner: "But this is too boastful..."

"If you still want to inherit the status of your father and take over his heavy responsibility, isn't this necessary?" The words of the guards were sternly sent after the helmet, which sounded scary. The people watching the war also shook their heads: "Sharp. The blade may be able to tear the flesh, but if you hold it in an unstable hand, you can't even open the most vulnerable reed!"

The prince, who is still a weak boy, can only take a deep breath and hold back the emotions. He refocuses and raises the shield.

Many onlookers were unbearable, and many people stunned the new Ptelle.

Start practicing again.

"You know the essentials of this set of swordsmanship," the instructor's guardian, despite the sternness, still teaches the boy with due diligence and guides his actions: "The footsteps should be steady, but not too tight, control your focus, this is Especially important when offensive and defensive transition..."

however.

"boom!"

For the third time, a strong but weak boy fell to the ground and the wooden sword fell.

Nothing to fight back.

Behind Putilai, the members of the stars looked at each other with disappointment and took their eyes back from the boy. Several people could not help but shake their heads and sigh.

Obviously, His Royal Highness Prince is not good at martial arts talents, and even knows nothing about it...

This makes them feel full of expectations and become a bit complicated.

If this is the future of the Star Kingdom...

"Enough," Wyah, who watched it, couldn't stand it anymore. The prince's attendant was holding his arms and was dissatisfied with the boy's instructor: "He is only eight years old!"

Rolf, who leaned against the wall, blew a whistle and gestured a gesture that no one else could understand.

The little prince on the ground took a deep breath, squeezed his hands and punched the ground, but still looked at his instructor with disappointment.

"eight years old?"

The guards snorted and he looked down at the boy.

"When I was as big as he was, the enemy I faced was far less kind and gave you a second time - no, it was the opportunity to stand up for the twelfth time!"

The little prince who stood up was white.

"You don't have to say that you know how special your identity is."

The words of the guards were unrelenting, and the boy with a special status was somewhat awkward and ashamed.

But the boy is still not convinced: "But I am smarter than them..."

"This is not a smart question!"

The voice of the guard is more and more severe:

"Your opponents, each one is much older than you, much more powerful, more experienced! Without a strong will and a strong body, how do you set foot on the highest position in the future, how to control one entire……"

Just at this time.

"His Royal Highness!"

A very loud call, resounded throughout the audience, and even attracted the attention of the court guards in the distance.

One of the fields is quiet.

I saw Putility stepping forward and patted Wyatt’s shoulder to signal him to step back.

Stars' visitors are watching the leader of their trip, expecting him to bring some changes to the seemingly weak prince.

After all, that is the future of the Star Kingdom...

The boy, seven or eight years old, noticed the arrival of Putilai, and he was embarrassed to scratch his head.

The onlookers saw this scene and they all looked strange.

The thin Lord Lord looked sharply at the field.

After a second, he sighed softly.

"His Royal Highness, don't make any more noise," Putile took up his serious expression, with a meaningful look, and said helplessly: "Mature."

"You should grow up."

The boy blinked and looked at the surroundings with a sly look, seemingly a little scared.

After a few seconds.

The guard in front of the "Prince" moved a little and left the wooden sword in his hand.

He stood up straight and turned his head.

The guard pulled his shoulders and took off his arm's protective gear and gloves in the creaking of the joints: "Oh, you are really old, and the sense of humor is not good."

The vague voice came from behind the helmet and was as ugly as a male duck.

The people around, whether Rolf or Wyah, looked helplessly at the "guard."

Putile took advantage of his forehead and only felt as big as a fight.

The new arrivals of the stars came to each other in amazement, and they could not react for a while.

I saw that the strict "guard" took off the helmet and revealed a 13-year-old delicate face.

The boy under the helmet licked his sweaty face and stepped forward, throwing the helmet to Rolf, and smiling at Pittair, who was half a head taller than him.

Under the eyes of all, the second prince of the real Star Kingdom, the younger-looking Tyres Comet, like an ordinary Northland man, hits Putty's shoulder with a quick punch.

"Long time no see, Puttier."

Stephane, who was stepped back, shook his head helplessly: "They also said that you are very 'quiet.'"

It’s really a “quiet prince”.

Taylors laughed and patted Putila's shoulders, revealing a fresh and relaxed smile to the people behind him, making people feel close.

"Friends in your hometown," the prince happily licked his chest and screamed in the muffled voice of the chest: "Welcome to the North!"

Under the stunned expression of the suite members, Putilla grinds his teeth and grins his teeth. "What happened to the boy?"

Tyres patted his head and turned back.

"Joseph, I met an old friend," said the prince, who was just a strict teacher. He went down to the boy gently and said: "Come here today, you can go back, your father is probably waiting."

"Don't be nervous, my teacher told me: Learn this sword, you have to learn to beat first."

The little boy exhaled a sigh of relief and rolled his eyes while removing the protective gear: "I thought I was not finished today."

Taylors laughed.

The young prince turned his head and raised his eyebrows at the face of the black-faced Ptoile: "This is Joseph, the son of the head chef. The dream is to take over the position of father and become the head chef of the Palace of the Angels. ... His identity allowed him to be a chef apprentice at the age of eight, but you know that the spirits of the Yingling Palace are fiercely competitive, and the last thing he is good at is cutting meat, so you need special training on the knife..."

"It’s good..." Putilit sighed helplessly and bounced the embers in the pipe: "It’s nice to see you become more cheerful in six years."

"His Royal Highness."

Not the dead child who was serious in the past.

Tyres’s expression stopped for a second.

He stood up and smiled.

As the prince's expression changed, the atmosphere of the guards and the entourage also cooled down.

“No,” he said faintly: “Not six years.”

Putilai reported with a puzzled look.

"I remember very clearly," the prince looked up and said with a slight emotion: "Today is May 14, 679."

Tyres looked at the sun in the sky and his eyes sighed intricately:

"It is six years and one hundred and sixty-seven days."

woo woo woo woo……

Tyres...oh...you have grown up, ah...

I thought... I thought... oh...

Everyone is hurrying! Rewarding rewards, voting votes, message comments (no swords and no swords), or else he woke up from the next chapter and found himself still seven years old? (heartless sword)

(If you really dream of waking up to the seven-year-old episode, you should not abandon the book? - by a serious face without a sword)

The PS chapter was written three days before and after, and the number of words deleted was written on the way, more than the number of words left.

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