The farmer saw that Orlando really stopped, and was willing to put down his sword to talk to him, so he simply told him his story.

The farmer's real name is Lira, and he is a farmer on a manor near the town of Mogia, and then again, his original lord is also a knight, and he is a commoner, so he takes good care of their lives, and even takes the lead in tending to the crops, which is not like a lord at all. There is a good harvest every year in the manor, and everyone lives a prosperous life for a few days......

However, when the knight returned from a civilian expedition, he was already very old and had no intention of remarrying, which led to a problem, and after the death of the old knight, the manor quickly became a borderless land. A wealthy earl bribed the officials of the empire, paid fifteen years of taxes in one go, managed to make one of his sons the owner of the manor, and received the title of "baron".

At this point, the farmer's calm tone changed, and he began to become noticeably agitated.

"That muddy boy usually only stays in his father's domain, and he comes to the manor four times a year, and he only does one thing at a time, collecting taxes!"

"Spring grain is taxed, summer grain is taxed, autumn grain is taxed, firewood is taxed in winter, flour milling and baking bread are taxed twice......"

"Not just a tax, but as this bastard gets older, he's going to have to collect a 'first-night tax' this spring—it's just an excuse to rape my daughter. ”

Orlando was amazed, he never thought that a nobleman could do such a despicable thing, and of course, he would not just listen to this farmer's words, among those seemingly honest farmers, there is no lack of cunning.

"A woman's first night tax costs a gold coin, and my family has been wiped out by the previous tax, my lord. ”

"So, you killed him?"

When Orlando asks the question, Farmer Lila's body suddenly goes limp.

"It's not me...... My lord, it's my daughter, Brinnetta. As her name suggests, a girl like a flower. When the animal-like man was violently assaulting her at night, she locked the wooden door and lit the house with the candles he brought......"

When the sun rose again, the guards from the castle hurried to the manor, and they searched the whole house and found only two charred corpses. ”

"I know I'm in the middle of the case, after all, I'm the girl's father, and there's no way around it. But I have nothing to regret for my daughter's actions, I am proud of her and ashamed of my cowardice. ”

"But I'm not going to fight anymore, I, a farmer, can't stand up to my lord, and just as I was about to turn myself in, a knight on horseback like you came to the manor...... They decided that this was a conspiracy on our estate, and as punishment, the guards planned to burn our homes downright. ”

"Look, my lord, these are the few men left in the manor. We didn't want to be caught, so we took out two of the guards and escaped, but pity my woman......" The farmer's account is a little staccato in his account, and when he talks about the previous experience, it feels a little flickering.

Orlando knows that the truth may not be as simple as the farmer says, but I'm afraid it's close. As the son of a lord's family, he had also heard of some lords' barbarism. Looking at these poor people with farm tools, Orlando couldn't help but think of his helpless childhood, when he was not a nobleman, relying on the charity of these farmers, in the haze, he vaguely remembered the uncles who provided him with food and drink back then, and probably the same farmers are now. But after all, these people killed their lord, which is a very serious mistake.

Orlando lowered his head, looked at the grass in front of him, then turned to look at his armor, and finally he put the knight's sword in his hand into its scabbard and sighed softly. "Sardin is on top. I don't want to hear your flowery justifications, civilians. In any case, you are a murderer who killed your lord, and I will not be your protector, so I advise you to ask for more blessings. ”

With that, Orlando slowly retreated from the woodland, then rolled over and climbed onto the horse, took a water bladder from the baggage he was carrying on the horse's back, and took a big sip. He slowly moved his horse a few steps forward, looked at the few farmers who were still licking their lips in the shade of the trees, and threw the water bladder in his hand at them.

"And then, this is a little gift from me as a traveler, and after drinking this bottle of water, you will run along the road to the west, you see? To the west is the territory of the Cyporus, where the farms are being developed, and there is nothing bad there, and there is no shortage of farmers like you. ”

Lira took Orlando's water bag and shouted at him

"My lord, we haven't asked for your name yet, you must leave us a place to repay our kindness!"

Orlando turned around and silently raised a flag, a shield stained with dark green paint.

"My father is the same as the lord of your family, he is an old knight who returned from the southern expedition on the other side of the sea, if there is anything to thank, then go and thank the former lord of your family!"

Lila turned around and handed the water bladder in his hand to the men, each of them took a sip, then held it up and placed it in a position where they could all see it clearly, he declared solemnly

"You all have to remember that your life was saved by the knights of Rist Manor, and his family's banner is a shield dyed green, no matter where you run in the future, what kind of life you live, you can't forget, understand?"

A few farmers looked at the water bladder, and some fluid secreted from the corners of their eyes that had just been replenished. No matter what Lirado says, no one between them will forget this kindness. In their eyes, this ordinary water bladder even has a little sacred feeling. They had been running out of the manor for days, and this knight was the only one who had ever given them kindness.

Orlando rode on, he felt as if something was pressing down on his shoulders, and there was a breath in his heart that he couldn't dissipate for a long time, and even paid a lot less attention to the scenery on the road, let alone continue the reverie he had just had.

At this time, the sun is past noon, and this source of great power is irreversibly declining. Orlando couldn't help but think of a mythical story recorded in the Old Book of Sardinia.

Once upon a time there was a son of the gods, as soon as the sun shone on him, he could immediately become immensely powerful and invulnerable, and he would not feel any hunger even if he did not eat anything, but every time night fell, he would revert to becoming a normal man. He loved the day and despised the night.

As the days passed, the son of the god irreversibly felt his old age, even if the divine power of the sun shone on his body, it could restore his body, but it could not make up for the damage caused to him by the night. Therefore, before he completely grew old, he made a grand plan, he wanted to catch up with the sun in the sky, so that the sun would never set on earth, not only could he be young and eternal, but even mortals in the world could also get great benefits.

He embarked on a journey to chase the sun, and all the villages cheered him on, and the sun shone on him all the time, making him more energetic than ever, but when he was about to catch the tail of the sun, the excessive divine power turned him directly into a puddle of ashes.

Sardin said: The sun rises, and it will fall, and this mantra must not be violated! Violators are afraid of the wrath of the gods.

Thinking of the mantra at the end of the story, Orlando shuddered.

He knew that he was causing trouble for himself and his family by raising his flag, and that if those peasants offered him out, although it was far from a catastrophe for the family, it would certainly provoke the resentment of an earl, and it would be merciful not to kill them.

And he only took a small help to these peasants, and the so-called way of life is also very dangerous. It would take a whole week to travel from the small town of Mogia to Cyprus, even if it was a day and night, and not to mention the mercenaries they had to hide?

Thinking of this, Orlando only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and the early summer night was obviously the time to warm and dry, but the cold wind blowing into his sleeves still made him feel cold, as if only a hot sweat wrapped him tightly could make him feel a little comfort.

If only there was a rain in the sky.

Orlando somehow suddenly had such an inexplicable expectation, and he looked at the gloomy sky, as if it would only take another second for the world to rain.

But unfortunately, the evening wind dried, and it gently blew over people's palms and cheeks, so that people could not feel the slightest moisture. The horse's hooves tread over the bare earth, and from time to time they could raise a little dust.

Time flew by, and before the sun could go over the mountain, Orlando finally arrived at the planned location. He had the impression that it should have been a thriving village, but now it was a charred ruin.

"Damn, why didn't I ask where those people came from before I left?" Orlando said, picking up a board from the ground that was almost smoking, and said with a wry smile, "Could it be that the first day I went out, I was going to sleep on the streets?"

At this moment, the palace door was closed, His Majesty, who had been young and grown, was lying on the bed, and several monks with white sweat on their heads were running back and forth, and they were already in a mess. An old man with gray hair and beard sat at the door in a daze, he never thought that he would be able to wait for such a day when he became the palace minister.

Even through a layer of gorgeous satin quilts, Tian Sen could still smell a disgusting rancid smell. As we all know, what is being done now is just some face-saving projects, so that the deceased can feel that he is still being taken care of before he dies, so that he can walk more peacefully.

Although Tian Sen came to serve here out of a gambling contract, more than ten years of work have actually linked him to this palace, although the emperor is supreme, but without the help of the prime minister and a group of bureaucrats, he still did not manage such a large territory.

"When the country was still in the kingdom stage, His Majesty's envoy only needed to ride a fast horse, and within ten days he could convey His Majesty's will throughout the country, but now His Majesty's order only takes three full days to walk from the deep palace to the town of Abbasquia. ”

Tired Emperor Nordin to such a way that he died of a minor illness, Tian Sen knew that he was somewhat derelict in his duties, and he wanted to resign after organizing Nordin's funeral, but he did not have any deputy by his side who could control the empire.

"Get a bottle of water!" After the last prayer, the monk reached out and carefully tested Nordin's head, which was still hot like a piece of burnt iron.

His assistant immediately poured out the monk's so-called clean water from the nearby pool, and poured the cup of water on Nordin's face. Under their expectant gaze, Emperor Nordin slowly opened his eyes, he felt that his body was more comfortable than ever, a warm current gathered on his body, the top of the towering palace could no longer restrain his gradually light body, and there seemed to be several familiar faces beckoning to him.

Nordin had planned to go straight over and float into the sky with those people, but he didn't expect that the last person's face would be his father in his thirties. Although he still wears a silver-white mask, Nordin can still recognize him at a glance.

"Father?" Notting shouted almost subconsciously, and this outrageous action caused the people around him to cast surprised glances at him. Tian Sen's face flushed, he stood up from the corner of the room with a bang, and said without hesitation, "Your Majesty, the first emperor has passed away for more than ten years. ”

Tian Sen's words really broke a big basin of cold water in Nordin's heart, and he felt as if his body began to spin violently, and finally burrowed into a lifeless shell again. Nordin was a little embarrassed, but after seeing the person who made the voice clearly, he immediately changed to a kind emphasis, his voice was as gentle as ever, but it was also possible that his body could no longer support him with any power to lose his temper.

"Prime Minister, I really taught you a joke. Thanks for the reminder. ”