Ride and Cut

　　 At midnight, the study room is still brightly lit.

　　 Thousands of noisy and fragmented endorsements converge, like ten thousand flies buzzing, and the night in midsummer, which is already boring, becomes even more boring. No one noticed that one of those flies was getting fainter and slow.

　　 "The essence of man is the sum of all social relations..."

　　 Consciousness quickly fell into the darkness, and it seemed to hear screams and shouts around him in the vagueness. He wanted to tell them that he was okay and that he could still carry me up by helping me up, but this effort was also fleeting with consciousness after all.

　　...

　　 "People have been wandering in another world for ten years, and sometimes I miss the happiness of having a fat house together~"

　　 "Even if the tiger's body shakes its head, it will worship, and it will be homesick~"

　　 Richard was lying on a cart full of cargo, humming a little song that no one could understand, and covered his face with a coarse cloth handkerchief to block the noon sun.

　　 After a while, I probably finally felt that the journey was monotonous and unbearable, and suddenly stood up and sat up.

　　 He is probably less than twenty years old, but he is tall and well-proportioned. A leather armor is tied in a broad leather belt, a pair of sophisticated deerskin hunting boots, and a long sword hung on the side of the leg together form a kind of vigorous and valiant spirit.

　　 is yawning at this moment, and the corners of his eyes are full of shit, which is a little bit destructive.

　　 "Who is that, tell me the truth, when will we get there, that..."

　　 "Coron." The coachman with the horse had no surprises about the memory of this strange passenger, "My lord, you can already see the walls of Coron."

　　 Richard excitedly turned his head and looked into the distance along the road.

　　 At the end of the gray horizon, at the junction of the sky and the earth, a thin khaki line is gradually magnifying as the carriage approaches. It is the distant city wall.

　　 "Speed ​​up!"

　　 The caravan, which has been traveling in the wild for almost a week, is also eager for the prosperity of the city, and the sound of horseshoes suddenly becomes dense. An hour later, Coron's style and appearance were all unfolded in front of Richard's eyes.

　　 This is the famous city of Pompeii. The original designer took a lot of thought and dredged the river along the way to make a natural moat.

　　 The architectural style of the northeastern province is simpler than that of the south. There are not too many additional decorations on the walls. Only the flag composed of eagles and crossed swords floats weakly on the flagpole, which is the symbol of the Augustus family of the lord of Coron.

　　 But just the fifteen-edged wall made of the huge rock has made it worthy of the name of "Xiong City".

　　 In front of the city gate, a long line to enter the city lined up. There were local civilians and desert caravans driving camels. Obviously, commercial activities were prosperous. Two silver-armored halberds guarded half-man-height wooden boxes and collected varying amounts of entrance tax one by one.

　　 When it's Richard's turn.

　　 "I am a nobleman." Triumphantly took out the badge from the purse and brightened it up, drew a look of envy and fear, and the two gold coins of the city entrance tax gave up.

　　 The tax soldiers reluctantly stepped aside the road, the wheels creaked, entered the gate corridor and quickly came out from the other side.

　　 "Lord." The caravan manager smiled, holding a keg of craft rye beer, and said to Richard, "Thanks for your care on the way."

　　 This strange passenger in all respects was carried by him from the southern provinces. On the way, he voluntarily stated that he was a nobleman and was willing to come forward to avoid the car tax for the caravan. The steward didn't believe it at first, so how could a nobleman do such a thing?

　　 But it turns out that what he said is true, saving at least ten gold coins in taxes along the way.

　　 Richard took the beer and glanced at no one on the left or right. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of rubbing his thumb with his index finger and **** side by side.

　　 The Pompeii Empire has rich customs in the north, south, east and west, and some are even completely different, but the meaning of this gesture is basically to travel across the country-money.

　　 "What are you doing." The steward looked at Richard with a dazed expression.

"What are you doing? What else can you do! Handling fees!" Richard slapped the car, and the heavy oak board clicked on the spot, revealing a vaguely concave palm print. Barrels of ale send me?"

　　Business cannot bring products, and virtuous people should treat it carefully, let alone profit from it. Downfall knights are also nobles, and the more downfall they are, the more they should pay attention to decency. What is the difference between this behavior and the rogue?

　　 The manager looked at Richard, his eyes were puzzled and unbelievable at first, and finally all turned into deep admiration.

　　The young people who are studying now, no wonder they can only be a steward at such an age! If you don't change your mind, how can you have your own caravan in the future?

　　 He opened his mouth to say something, but looking at the handprints on the carriage, he finally chose silence is gold, and honestly counted five gold coins from the purse and handed them over, "My lord, please take it away."

　　 "It's pretty much the same." Richard copied it over, turned his head and left.

　　 "Wait!" The steward suddenly stopped him behind him.

　　 "What are you doing?"

　　 "This wine belongs to me." He snatched the barrel viciously.

　　...

　　 Richard, holding his sword, was running wildly on the wide streets of Coron.

　　 His current destination is the Coron Noble Court, an organization that coordinates the management of the province's aristocratic lands.

　　 This place is easy to find. You can always see the towering dome of Noble Court in any corner of the city. That is the legacy of ancient ancestors, and today's Pompeii rarely build such a tall building.

Some people say that it is because it is not economical to do so, and some people say that the subtle geometric algorithms have long been lost. Others say that it is because the son of the noble family has no X eyes and prohibits the appearance of taller ones. Architecture takes the limelight.

　　 Richard's selfishness is more biased towards the last possibility.

　　 But no matter what, this building on the six-story pedestal is one of the most magnificent in the city of Coron.

　　 Twenty-four granite stone pillars spread out on the symmetrical sides of the main entrance, supporting the huge bread-shaped arc-shaped dome. There are epic narrative round sculptures between the two ends of the stone pillars, describing the story of the ancient Nero rebellion era.

　　 Above the main entrance, there is a two-edged (one-edged = one meter) bronze statue of a mermaid, holding a scale on the left and a code on the right. At a glance, you can tell that it must have come from the hands of the master.

　　 Richard stepped to the front door, and just stepped on the first step of the base, and immediately trotted up with the male waiter with green pupils, sending out a standard smile with eight teeth.

　　 "Sir, this is the Noble Court."

　　 The male servant used a reminder to implicitly express two meanings: if you are a nobleman, then you have found the right place; if you are not a nobleman, get acquainted and get out.

　　 "Richard Orlando, this act came from a fief." Richard took out two crumpled parchment papers from the pig urine bubble purse.

　　 Green eyes took it over and carefully checked the documents and signatures, especially the bottom seal.

　　 Richard's mouth bends imperceptibly, as if to imply sarcasm.

　　 For a swordsman, excellent observation is an essential basic skill. He found that the valet was stunned in a concealed manner when he heard his name.

　　 The male servants serving the Noble Court must be the most well-trained. It is difficult to see expressions other than a slight smile on their faces. Such performance can only show that their hearts are touched.

　　 Of course Richard knows what this is because of.