He laid down his scythe for harvesting wheat, kissed his wife and every sheep, and touched every stone on the mountain road, and came to Abbaschia. He had a heart for death, but he didn't expect to be just in time for the establishment of a new empire. He changed his mind and pledged his allegiance to the son of the Emperor at the coronation of Notting. And settled here, and spent the rest of his life cleaning the iron statues of the first emperor as his occupation.

He thought that he would spend this life like this, just because he didn't want to change the emperor in this life.

The old man silently turned in the direction of the palace, and he turned slowly, he half-knelt on the ground, and kissed the ground beneath his feet.

Behind Lao Rao, a large group of people also knelt down one after another, like a piece of fallen wheat.

The knights looked in a hurry, and they barely stopped for a moment, and then fled away from the dock.

You know, the people in Abbasquia are even better, and some of the citizens are about to cry blind.

These people are not only remembering the deceased Emperor Nording in this way, after all, even if he is wise, he is at most a saint, their tears are still for their own lives, the more people in the city, the more sensitive they are to the change of emperors, their lives are far less stable than the farmers who farm in the countryside.

The knights in the team had seen such a scene.

A child asked his mother why he was crying so sadly when someone he had never seen before died, and the child's mother slapped him.

"If there were no His Majesty the Emperor, there would be no cub like you. ”

This sentence was somewhat bizarre, but considering that His Majesty Notting had just passed away, the knight still chose to be patient, and he looked into the distance and made a serious look.

Hearing the woman's words, his husband's face suddenly became rich, as if he had eaten a fly droppings. He touched his crying and sad son, and said with a sneering face: "It's not good not to let Your Majesty worry about this matter." ”

These words caused the surrounding citizens to cry and laugh, and the scene of the preaching was a mess.

The originally smooth preaching ceremony could not be continued, considering the urgency of the task, the knight had to tell the priest what he was going to say, and then despised the man fiercely in his heart: You deserve your wife to have a child and rely on others to help.

It's just an episode of a block in the city of Abbasquia, but it's also very telling, at least the citizens now know that Emperor Notting is a food manager, but if there is a different emperor......

The knight rode slowly along a road, and now he had to go farther into the countryside to deliver the news of the Emperor's death.

If nothing else, this will be another state funeral.

As a son of an aristocracy, this is certainly not the first time a knight has witnessed death. But it is precisely because I have witnessed the death of so many times that I sincerely regret and shock the death of His Majesty Nordin.

Everyone has friends in life, but at the same time there are enemies, so when the news of Rao's death spreads, in the process of paying attention to the news of this person's death, there will always be family joy and family sorrow, and there is rarely such a complete sadness as the death of His Majesty Nordin.

He frowned, remembering the scene of his uncle's death. The peasants in the manor cried sadly on the surface, especially the steward of the manor, it was like a cuckoo crying blood. But as soon as the funeral procession had left, the steward opened his uncle's cellar, and the whole village was filled with the aroma of wine, and even at the festival they had never been so happy.

The knight couldn't help but recall the scene when he returned to the palace this morning, and last night, the knight was appointed to protect the crown prince Perris, so he always followed Perris.

I had to, a lot of strange things happened that night.

The prey in the back mountain forest is indeed abundant, and even if you walk all the way in the middle of the group, the knight can get something.

The brothers of the knights actually attach great importance to last night's hunt, after all, a safari of this scale can't be rotated several times a year, and the prey caught can all belong to individuals, and the income from this prey alone can make many knight brothers tempted, according to the laws of the Great Prus Empire, their service in the palace is completely at their own expense, and it is rare to be able to catch two. What's more, this is still an opportunity to show off their strength, and now that the empire has been peaceful for a long time, knights like them want to get a reward from the hands of the royal family, which is nothing more than a hunt and a knights' conference in the legend.

It is rumored that the former king of the Kingdom of Prussia and the Red Lion Emperor Felipe have held grand knightly ceremonies, and it is not a problem to reward the best of them, but since the establishment of the empire, in any case, he has never heard of such a high-level knightly conference, and of course there is no way to talk about rewards.

The knight's expression began to grow solemn, and the country roads were always uneven. His body on horseback trembled slightly, sweat running down the edges of his armor.

If you start to suspect from here, everything is strange since last night's hunt, especially the Grand Master of the Order, who was a good bear hunter, but last night, the crown prince was almost ambushed by a bear along the path he had walked. Fortunately, it was only a half-sized bear, and the knight easily repelled it, and gave the crown prince the chance to finish off the beast with his own hands.

The knight made a meritorious service. There is no doubt that he became a great hero of the Order that night. A few of his former knight brothers made up their minds for him. "When you return to the palace, you will follow the crown prince to His Majesty's side, and His Majesty will definitely reward you heavily. ”

Those brothers said so, and that was exactly what he wanted. His Majesty Notting's generosity is well-known in the world, he is rich from all over the world, and at the same time has wisdom beyond the reach of ordinary people, presumably as long as he stops there, what awaits him is the reward of being crowned with an official and a knighthood.

But when he pushed open the gilded wooden door, it was not His Majesty the Emperor who was waiting for him, but a body that was losing its life.

The priests standing on either side of him saw him push the door open and enter, and a hint of horror flashed in their eyes.

It's like his brother was caught stealing candy.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly surrounded the knight, they were holding farm tools in their hands, and they were so fierce that they couldn't help but block the knight in the road.

The knight blinked a little inexplicably, he couldn't imagine that he had another group of civilians surrounding him.

He reached out and stroked the nose of the war horse under his crotch to calm it down, and then said in a deep voice

"Well, hillbillies, I don't care where you're from or who's instructed you to be, but listen to me, you're getting in the way of an Imperial knight. ”

The knight drew his sword from his waist, he didn't mean to make a move, he just wanted to deter the peasants.

"If any of you think that your neck is a little harder than the sword in my hand, then be bold enough to come up. ”

The peasants suddenly showed a little hesitation, and they slowly took two steps back, looking at the knight on horseback with some trepidation, as if they wanted something.

When the knight saw this, he thought he understood.

It's just a group of people who were bullied and talked about farmers, and they probably stopped him on the road, but they just wanted to find someone to help.

Thinking of this, not only did he feel a little relieved in his heart, he was ready to return the knight's sword to the scabbard If things weren't so troublesome, such as just getting rid of him and teaching him a lesson or two "rich peasants who oppressed the commoners", he didn't mind going over there to make a show after being a figure of the knights, and by the way, he could get some benefits, and at the very least, he could find a country girl for a night, why not?

But just as he was thinking about it, an arrow shot from the wheat field pierced his throat.

The last moments of the knight's life were just a glance at the feathers behind the arrows, which were as white as snow, and that was by no means the work of a few peasants.

His body fell from the horse, and the horse, which had been comforted by his master a little earlier, was a little overwhelmed, and it walked around the loose farmers, but finally did not have the courage to break out of the siege with its master on its back.

This was no difficult task for a horse, but it eventually hung its head like a soldier in a defeated battle. Several farmers saw that the war horse had no intention of running, so they rushed up to catch it, and for those farmers, the value of this horse was definitely a valuable wealth that they could not exchange for many years of farming. And the knight who was riding on horseback just now was lying alone on the rain.

In fact, until now, the knight had not completely lost his breath, he just lay on the grass, watching his blood gush from the place of his neck, looking like the beast he had once hunted. He couldn't say a word, and he couldn't move a finger, but he just watched his life go by, and he felt a little unwilling in his heart.

A man came out of the wheat field, dressed in coarse linen clothes, but he did not hide his aristocratic posture when he walked, and the mere appearance of walking with his head held high knew that he would never be an ordinary peasant. What's more, he also carries a stiff bow on his back.

The peasants dodged with some fear. But there was still a farmer who looked to be less than twenty years old, standing in front of the knight's warhorse, holding a firewood knife in his hand. He trembled and said:

"Your Excellency, you promised us. Whatever is on him except for the life of this knight, give it to us. ”

The man looked at him deeply, and finally landed on the wood knife, and nodded lightly.

The young farmer was overjoyed, and he immediately took the reins of his horse, stood aside, and looked expectantly at the knight who had fallen to the ground, and his eyes became in the shape of money.

The man looked at the knight lying on the ground, and finally picked up a saber from his side.

The young farmer hurriedly stepped forward, as if trying to retrieve the knight's sword.

"My lord, this sword should be ......"

The man raised his sword, and the knight's sword was attached to the farmer's shoulder, and half of the farmer's neck was cut off with it.

Then the man picked up the firewood knife from the farmer's hand, lifted the knight's neck to the place where it was supported, and slashed it deeply.

The two corpses continued to spurt blood and sprinkle it on Nan Rao's body, but he didn't seem to notice it, just sitting mechanically on his own work.

Eventually, the two corpses interacted in a strange posture, as if they had fought each other in their lifetimes.

After doing all this, the man clapped his hands, and a sultry smile appeared on the blood-stained half of his face

"Now that you can harvest your spoils, does anyone want to come over?"

The peasants collapsed to the ground in fright by the bloody sight before them, and even after the man had spoken, none of them dared to take another step. Seeing the peasants in such a lewd manner, the man frowned impatiently, and he walked straight along the road in the direction of the peasants.

The peasants threw down their weapons and swore at Satin that they would never stain a finger of this corpse, and that they had never seen this man, and that the knight's death was entirely due to the fact that the farmer had been subjected to the devil and had done such a rebellious thing.

The man walked past the peasants without pausing, as if none of them existed.

It wasn't until he got to the last man that the man stopped a little and smeared the blood from his hands on the farmer's back.

"You're his father? ”

The farmer's eyes widened and he fell to his knees, tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.

"No, no, sir, I don't know him......" replied the farmer, a little flustered. "I mean, I'm not very familiar with him...... I don't know him very well, everybody knows him, he's a freak! a madman! an idiot!"

"Look at my face closely, I don't look like him at all, Master Malta!"

"I remember, he really wasn't your son. The man patted the farmer on the shoulder, "I remember you, you are his uncle." Right?"

The farmer nodded repeatedly, and he grabbed the man's hand and wanted to kiss his hand as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Yes, sir. If you remember me, you remember old York. More than ten years ago, you patrolled the territory, and I led the way! You have always been a blessed and fateful person, and when the 'tyrant' pounced on you, everyone thought that you were going to die, but who knew that you were agile from that moment on! You got out from under the bear in two strokes......

Old York said this as he hugged the man's arm.

A gentle smile appeared on the face of the male rao, as if recalling his childhood.

The peasants who were standing on the side slipped their soles and plunged into the wheat fields without looking back.

The man of the York family is really more of a fool than a fool.

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