Ride and Cut

Leaving the convoy waiting in place, Richard walked alone into the magnificent gate of Noble Court.

It wasn't the first time he had come to this place, he was quite familiar, and he walked to the door of Sauron's room and knocked on the door.

The knuckles fell on the walnut wood and the sound was solid, and a series of echoes were aroused in the empty corridor, but they didn't get a response for a long time.

"Master Sauron is not here." The passing servant stopped the tea trolley and kindly reminded him.

"Where did you go?"

"My lord has gone to Gaoshan Fort." Richard had only been to Noble Court once, but the servants in front of him obviously had an impression of him.

This is the case for rich servants. They are so well-trained that they are almost pathological, and they will never let the second visitor to the guests, and they will also be questioned about their identity.

The lord continued to ask, "When did you leave?"

"Four days ago." The servant nodded slightly, pushing the tea trolley away again.

"Worri." Richard scratched his head, looked at the wooden door in front of him and couldn't hold back a chuckle—calculated by time, Sauron should have already arrived at Alpine Fort. Noble Garden." What kind of expression would it be.

"Master Richard, you really asked me to find it for a while." A familiar voice came from the entrance of the corridor behind.

"You know, in order to get back from the mountain fort as soon as possible, my people and I ran to death six high-class horses, and used wind magic to accelerate."

"Am I as charming as gold coins?" Richard turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

The visitor was actually Sauron and a few close entourages. Their facial complexion, bloodshot eyes, and state of clothing all explained what a servant of the wind is, and everyone was full of tiredness that could not be concealed.

The distance between Gaoshan Fort and Coron City is about three or four days. At first glance, the four days back and forth is not an exaggeration. But in fact, for both people and horses, the fatigue accumulated in the latter half of a long journey will seriously slow down the speed. Being able to complete the journey in only four days only shows that the journey must be quite urgent and stressful.

Lord Lord originally thought that Sauron was still the same as last time, just walking around at random, but it didn't seem to be the case.

"What happened?"

"Follow me." Sauron handed the whip to his entourage, with almost no expression on his face, took out the key to open the door and walked in first.

Although he was exhausted, his waist was still straight, and his military sentiment was stronger than ever in Richard's memory.

With a snap of his fingers, a gust of breeze pushed the door closed. With another snap of his fingers, the heavy curtains closed automatically. The room suddenly became dark and quiet.

The expensive magic lamp in the room senses the brightness change and automatically releases a soft beige light.

"Look at this." Sauron grabbed the parchment on the table and handed it to Richard.

This is an administrative order issued by the Pompeii Executive Yuan to various places. The headline reads in gorgeous swashes "Vengeance for the despicable attack suffered by Lord Richard! Attack!"

"Is there anyone in the kingdom nobles who have the same name as me?" The lord of the mountain fort laughed, thinking it was a coincidence.

Generally speaking, "Richard" in Pompeii is considered a popular name, but it is generally limited to civilians. I thought it was the only one in the noble class, but I didn't expect that the same name would be unavoidable after all.

This Richard is probably not low-ranking, so that the Royal Executive Yuan can issue an order specifically for him, whether he is a confidant or an important minister.

"What's the same name, my good boy, this Richard is you!" Sauron reached out his finger almost directly to his face.

"Me?" Richard didn't believe it at all.

The first reaction was extremely ridiculous. He burst out laughing on the spot, but he didn't expect that people like Sauron would even make jokes. But then he read two more lines, his smile immediately disappeared like ice under the scorching sun, and his face was shocked when he saw the undead.

If it is said that the name Richard alone has the slightest possibility of the same name, how about combining it with Gaoshan Fort? What about "brown bear roar"? There is always a limit to all kinds of coincidences in the world.

And when the gaze shifts to the end of the paper line by line, any literate person can already understand: those gorgeous rhetoric, elegant sentences, imposing parallels, and historical allusions are nothing more than tools for conveying. A meaning-

"The Kingdom of Pompeii declares war on the Kingdom of Stuart!"

"Damn!" Richard couldn't help but slapped him on the thick table with a slap in the face.

Because of the excitement, this slap had a little bit of uncontrollable power, so the four legs snapped off neatly, and the entire tabletop fell suddenly, and the air waves formed by the dust flying in the air were enough to be visible to the naked eye.

Sauron was thinking about something, but he was frightened by the slap, and he looked at Richard's eyes firmly.

"Young man, be more stable, this antique table with a history of five hundred years was not destroyed by wars and natural disasters, but by your impulse."

"This is really..." The lord of the mountain fort rubbed the stubble on his chin, not knowing what to say.

After all, it is a record in black and white on official documents, and the content relates to the fact that there is no possibility of falsification of the national body. That is to say, Lord Richard was really a little butterfly on the historical node, and fanning his wings caused a war between the two great powers!

As a long-term wasteland, the pioneering lord who has no sense of existence on the top of Pompeii. Being able to be closely linked to this big event destined to go down in the annals of history is like a toad that wants to eat a swan opened its mouth and swallowed a whole dragon.

His first reaction was a guilty conscience. After all, compared to the size of the two countries, Gaoshan Fort could not be an exaggeration. A sesame seed set off a battle between giant beasts. Is there a tenth chance of surviving?

But soon I became proud again, UU reading www. After all, uukanshu.com started a war directly in his name, and Richard was flattered by this treatment.

The lord turned the official document over and over and read it twice, and suddenly found something wrong, "But how did the Executive Yuan know about this matter?"

Alpine Fort was indeed prepared to publicize this battle as a typical example, but they had just arrived in Coron today, and the new story had just spread from the tavern today, no more than five hours at most.

The proposed date at the end of this official document was two days ago, when the convoy was trekking through the wilderness, struggling with mud and weeds.

"Desert." A word popped out from Sauron's mouth, "Some deserters were not caught, and if they were lucky enough to run out of the wilderness, the news will naturally reach those who should know."

"Our majesty is quite short-term." Richard leaned back in his chair, pursing his lips in a straightforward mood.

"Hmph." Sauron sneered twice, "protecting shortcomings? It's really that simple!"

"What's the meaning?"