Ride and Cut

"That's right, our majesty..." Richard reached out his hand and nodded his eyebrows, his eyes covered with gray shades were still vivid, "Is my eyesight not very good?"

"It's not that good, it's almost completely invisible." Sauron whispered, but then shrugged, "But this is not a problem for Your Majesty Sargerei."

"Why?" Lord Lord's curiosity was aroused.

The senses are very personal after all, and once it is missing, it is difficult to make up for it with more power and money. The servant may be able to wipe the table and wash the floor for the master, but he can never do the same thing as smelling flowers, listening to the birds, and tasting delicacies, because it doesn't make any sense at all.

"Your Majesty's own vindictive cultivation is very profound." Sauron suddenly stretched out his hand to remove the mage badge he had been wearing on his chest, and threw it into his inner pocket, leaving only another official medal. The outside world is similar to the eyes."

"Awesome!" Richard opened the carriage curtain and blew a loud whistle to the passing Nightingale, which drew a sweet smile.

"Your Majesty is indeed talented." Sauron snapped his fingers, and the curtains were blown by the sudden breeze. "If I chose to concentrate on the magic path back then, I would hope to advance to the middle-level mage, but who told me to take charge of the noble court? ."

After all, people's energy is limited, and the so-called extraordinary talents are just relatively abundant on this basis, and they can never be truly endless.

If you make a statistics on the successive kings of various countries, leaving aside those who just don't care about things, it is not difficult to find that most of the kings who are truly diligent have their own strengths. Not because these people are so clever and stupid, but because governance itself is a double consumption of energy and time.

The use of energy is an either-or process, and it is bound to affect personal cultivation when used for governance. It is difficult to become a qualified king if you concentrate on cultivation.

It is better to break one finger to hurt his ten fingers.

Sauron is just a nobleman and he is limited by this to stop. What's more, His Majesty Sargerei, who is in charge of the country, must know that he is known for his diligence in the three decades of his reign!

But His Majesty Sagre did it. Throughout human history, the last king who could do it with two hands was the rebel Nero thousands of years ago.

As a king, he had amazing accomplishments in magic and holy words, and he was as dazzling as the sun in that era. But unfortunately this does not mean that Nero is a superman, on the contrary-he is a lunatic.

"Your Majesty is Pompeii's most wise monarch in the past 100 years." Sauron clearly admired Sargeregger, and his tone became quite different from usual.

"In the 30 years of his reign, Pompeii's national strength has grown the fastest. We have the highest chance of winning the battle against Stuart at this point in time."

Richard watched Sauron's arms full of prickly heat. He felt that this kind of tone for a man to talk about another man was really oozing.

So Lord Lord abruptly turned the subject away, "Alpine Fort is in the same sequence with the Dragonclaw Legion, I don't need to go there and get familiar."

Sauron might still be preparing to continue the great achievements of His Majesty Sagre. He was half interrupted with an unhappy expression, but finally he nodded after thinking about it for a moment, "It is necessary, it is better to go now."

The luxurious black carriage with gold paint turned a corner on the street and galloped toward the outskirts of the military camp.

Richard leaned against the car window boredly, watching the trees on both sides of the window swiftly backwards, and the buildings on both sides became increasingly sparse and shabby, and even the road itself turned from slabs to gravel.

The shock absorption of the carriage itself under the **** was not enough to offset the ruggedness of the gravel road, making him a little drowsy. When the wheels finally stopped turning, only a rough building made of large logs and boulders remained outside.

"Here?" Richard wiped his saliva, opened his mouth and yawned.

"Here." Sauron walked out first.

In the open space enclosed by the log fence, hundreds of strong men are lining up in a neat and horizontal line, under the leadership of the instructor, practicing with spears.

Coron's autumn is already a bit cool, and I shouldn't feel any heat. But the sweat has soaked their clothes, and it spilled with every movement. Individually, these soldiers are not very strong, but every time they stepped out their guns, Richard could feel the ground trembling slightly under his feet.

There are still many cavalry in the distance practicing coordinated charge after turning back again and again. The neatness is enough to make people breathtaking in the eyes of the layman, but they are obviously still not satisfied with this.

Perhaps it was because the golden Augustus family crest on the side wall of the carriage was a bit weighty, and soon a bearded officer dropped the team that was training and ran over.

"Several adults, this is the resident of the Dragon Claw Legion."

"A glorious legion, we are here for this." Sauron patted Richard on the back. "Richard, Baron of Fort Mountain, under the orders of his majesty, come to visit the commander of the legion on this trip."

"Your Majesty's order?"

Sauron handed over a roll of parchment, which was the appointment letter Richard had just obtained. The beard opened his eyes and glanced at it, then he rolled it back and returned it to Sauron.

Lord Lord is still a bit drowsy, otherwise he might find that this person looks a little weird when he read the commission book.

"Two adults, please come with me."

The beard led the way, Richard and Sauron followed. After a short walk, the beard made a please gesture at the door of a stone house.

For defensive reasons, the lighting of military buildings is generally not very good. After the lord entered, his eyes were dark before he had time to adapt to the light, and a neat and hurried footstep suddenly came from behind him.

I don’t know how many spear infantry rushed over to surround the stone house, set up heavy spears, and waited for it. There was an old man in a robe holding a wooden staff and slowly walking behind the bearded officer~www.readwn.com~ Richard blinked. After two eyes, he found that the old man's mage badge was more complicated and gorgeous than Sauron's.

"Sirs, please forgive me for my offense," the bearded man held his chest out and pressed his belt on his belt, "but since you all say you are Richard, you might as well distinguish between the true and the false first."

Richard turned his head and looked into the depths of the room. There was a huge cowhide map hanging on the wall over there. Several people were standing in front of the map and pointing.

They then slowly realized that something was wrong, and turned around to try to figure out what was going on.

The lord had an ominous premonition when he saw the broken braid, and finally came true when his eyes touched his face.

The two looked at each other and were stunned at the same time.

"It's you!" The lord finally recognized that this is the **** man posing as Gunther in the open-air tavern. Behind him, there are "Richard" and "Hurt" with low brows and bashful eyes. One looked up at the sky.