Ride and Cut

　　 There is a powerful Marquis named Calvin Orlando in the southern province. He has a revered position and a vast fief. The knights under his command are invincible, and he is considered a big figure in the entire Pompeii Empire.

　　Unfortunately, Richard's fleshy skin is the romantic kind left by him and his mistress.

　　 Even more unfortunately, in Pompeii, illegitimate children, especially illegitimate children of humble mothers, are never regarded as true heirs.

　　 When his mother was still young, Richard also met Calvin several times, and was even picked up by the Marquis himself and asked "Who are you?" several times. After the death of his mother, he was immediately expelled from the marquis's house and was reduced to food and clothing, and began to make a living by walking on the streets and making petty thieves.

　　 Later, "business" missed for a while, and the suffering master came to the door for an old fist until he was dying. Seeing that the breathing was about to stop, a soul from another world took over the life of the street thief, along with the horse riding and slashing system.

　　 The original Richard couldn't understand the square characters, and it was just an illusion that was insignificant, but how could he not understand now?

　　 He immediately coughed up blood and laughed, and then fainted again.

　　 After healed, Richard seemed to be completely reborn and began to learn martial arts and combat.

　　 After all, the time in reality is far more abundant than in the game, so the daily training experience that was originally tasteless has been accumulated year after year, and it has become quite impressive.

　　 Just relying on swinging a sword on a wooden target to gain training experience, Richard's martial arts and body are becoming stronger at an unimaginable speed, and gradually gaining a reputation in the competition arena. Although the start was flat, the victory was smooth. If this continues, it will be easy to gather a group of capable followers in the future and be a knight.

　　 But, but.

　　 In the extremely humid and cold winter last year, this biological father, the Marquis of Calvin Orlando, who entered his twilight years, gradually fell into madness, and made a feat that was enough to be remembered by bards all over the country for ten years—

　　 After a great drunk, he decided on the spot to give his illegitimate son, Richard, the surname of Orlando, which has been passed down to twelve generations of ancestors.

　　Cavin is too old to hold a sword, but he still holds the power firmly in his hand. He is still the iron-blooded marquis who talks about one thing, because he is getting mad and even more daunting.

　　 Despite all the opposition from his wife and children, the absurd order was carried on firmly and forcefully, even if Richard's objection was useless.

　　 This is a mistake that ordinary merchant families do not make.

　　 The surnames that represent countless honors, brilliance and history have been covered in dust, and have become a joke after a meal. The entire southern province is talking about it, the illegitimate son of the Orlando family actually inherited the surname!

　　 So Richard who wandered on the street became Richard Orlando, and Richard Orlando became the heart disease of all Orlando. Including one marquis, three earls, two viscounts, nine barons and twenty or thirty knights.

　　 What can Richard do?

　　 of course he ran off immediately! Isn't it just waiting to die if you don't run away?

　　 Packed up the soft spots and exchanged for money, pulled the Orlando tiger skin and got a baron development card, and the horse went to the northeast province far away from the emperor of Mount Gao.

　　 You can see the response of the green-eyed male servant, the news has probably been here long ago.

　　 The dissemination of simple gossip anecdotes relies on afternoon tea and hunting dinners. The transmission speed is generally not very fast, so it is very likely that Orlando’s arrangements may have already arrived.

　　 "Sir, your identity is certain." Green eyes whispered, "but Count Augustus has asked me to show you to him."

　　Count Augustus...

　　 Richard tried to recall the knowledge of aristocratic genealogy he had memorized last night. Those things were really complicated enough to hurt his brain, but he still barely remembered it.

　　 Sauron Augustus, a military aristocrat who emerged in the Glorious War 30 years ago, now the "Acner" of the Noble Court is the administrator. He is a member of the Augustus family and the younger brother of the Supreme Archon of the Northeast Province.

　　 "Well, lead the way."

　　 Richard followed the green eyes into the gate of Noble Court, only to realize that this magnificent building has an exaggerated hall.

　　 The indoor space is more than ten blades, and you can feel your own insignificance as soon as you look up. The overall design obviously follows a clever balance. I don't know whether it is self-confidence or arrogance. However, such a wide hall is only supported by a stone pillar in the center.

　　 There are seven or eight wooden doors on the surrounding stone walls. Inside, there may be different departments of the Noble Court. A dozen clerks and male servants are busily shuttled back and forth between them.

　　 "Sir, please here." Green eyes stood beside a particularly delicate cherry wood carved door, leaning forward and pushing aside for Richard.

　　 Compared with the complex and gorgeous retro style of Noble Garden, the furnishings of this room are simple and simple.

　　 A heavy and wide mahogany desk, two high-backed chairs placed opposite the table, except that there is no extra decoration. At this moment, a gray-haired old man was sitting on the chair facing the door, and he was immersed in writing.

　　 "Sit, please sit down." The old man put the quill pen in the ink bottle and pinched his eyebrows, looking very tired, "I'm Sauron."

　　 Richard was a little surprised.

　　 It is rumored that Sauron was a general who emerged in the Glorious War. He has always taken it for granted that he should be a tall and fierce figure, but he didn't expect that he was such a small figure and even a kind face.

　　 "Your swordsmanship is very famous." Richard didn't know much about Sauron, but he felt that any general would consider himself a good swordsmanship.

　　 "Please don't be polite."

"There is a very bad news, I must tell you." Sauron folded his hands on the table and went straight to the subject. "Your father, the old ghost of Cavan has passed away last week, and the new successor is the same as you. The half-father Wenger, Wenger Orlando."

　　 Richard raised his brows, and Calvin’s death was really bad news for him. This has nothing to do with the family relationship that does not exist between them, but out of practical considerations.

　　 "As for giving you the Orlando surname, if the old ghost is still alive, Wenger can only choose to forbearance even if he doesn't want to."

"But now Calvin is dead, Wenger has long regarded you as a thorn in the eye, and he is now Marquis Wenger." Sauron's four fingers took turns tapping the tabletop lightly, making a sound like a horse hoof, "I heard you got it. A certificate of pioneering a baron? A wise decision, but I am afraid it is still not enough to resist the hostility of a powerful marquis, even if he is far away in the southern province, right?"

　　 "It's true." Richard must admit, saying it really.

　　 Sauron is an old fox, a very skilled old fox. The Orlando family and Richard are in a state of confrontation, and Sauron is clearly sending a message to the Orlando family, but Richard himself has to agree with the rhetoric.

　　The power represented by the four words “Marquis of Real Power” cannot be resisted by personal courage or brute force.

　　 Of course, if the Marquis of Raoshzi Wenger thought that his personal guard could resist Richard, it would be a pipe dream.