At this moment, the sun of a new day had once again hung on the dome of the mountainside, and the closed palace doors of the empire were open again.

"This is a miracle of Satin!" the monk excitedly announced, "Our Emperor has survived, and this must be a gift from the gods to the Empire." ”

The ministers and guards at the gate of the palace rubbed their eyelids with dark circles and slowly left the palace. In the midst of the crowd, there was a boy of eleven or twelve, dressed in a short cloak that only the princes of the steppe would wear, and carrying a beautifully decorated short sword in the style of the Great Prussian Empire at his waist.

Through the crowd, he walked straight to the door of the emperor's bedroom, and collided with Prime Minister Tian Sen, who had just walked out of it.

"How is my father, how much time does he have?" the boy did not say a word, and he stopped the second man in the empire, his eyes full of rebelliousness.

Looking at this rather impolite boy, the Prime Minister frowned, he raised his voice a few pitches, and cautiously reminded: "Your Highness Perris, you are already more than ten years old, you should at least follow the court etiquette, right?"

The boy who was called Perris by Tian Sen pursed his lips, not taking what Tian Sen said seriously, his body went straight forward, as if he was about to squeeze into the dormitory.

"If you don't tell me, well, I'll go and see for myself. ”

Tian Sen didn't dare to let this little ancestor in like this, he had a hundred ways to turn last night's "miracle" into nothing, and he stretched out an arm that was still thick to stop this reckless crown prince.

"You may ask Brother Hopman how likely it is that His Majesty will die early if you rush into His Majesty's palace so recklessly. Tian Sen said this, his eyes almost erupting with fire.

Speaking of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, although he is not very old, he is also an old acquaintance of Prime Minister Tian Sen, as the eldest son of His Majesty the Emperor, under the "indulgence" of the emperor, he has fully exerted the vitality that a boy should have, as long as he is in the place, there has never been a moment of peace.

Looking at Tian Sen's menacing appearance, Perris's actions involuntarily became a little cringe, and he looked at this man who always had an expression of not being able to in the palace, as if he wanted to get to know him again.

"Roar, okay then...... You don't look like you're a puddle of waste paper, so I'll go first, and I'll come back when my father gets better. Perris said this as he stepped back step by step, and the scabbard of the sword inadvertently slammed into the steps of the court with the sound of gold.

With a blushing face, Crown Prince Perris picked up the scabbard that had fallen to the ground, and trotted all the way into the crowd that had left earlier.

Tian Sen turned around slowly, and the joy that the emperor had just survived all night disappeared, replaced by a sense of confusion and worry.

"Your Majesty, you really have to cherish your body. ”

In any case, the news of His Majesty Notting's near-death was only news in the palace, and the gossip had disappeared before it left the rock-paved Emperor's Avenue. The imperial capital is still full of people and hustle and bustle, but there are fewer homeless beggars on the streets, and a few lines of foreign knights have been added to the tavern.

Orlando held up a glass to make himself look comfortable with the environment, and although he didn't like drinking at all, he ordered an ale at the bar, which was much more bitter than wine, and Orlando didn't know what else good about it was other than its low price.

Looking around, Orlando realized that he was really a stunned young man who had never been out before, he was not familiar with the people here, and there were indeed a few adventurer teams who were ready to go to the south to "explore", but there were obviously already leaders there, and Ben Rong had no place for himself.

He took a sip from the wine glass in front of him with some annoyance, but choked on the unfiltered wine residue in the wheat wine, if he hadn't grabbed a tablecloth on the table in time to cover his mouth, then there would definitely be a good show in the tavern.

Orlando still coughed for a long time, almost choking on tears.

An old man with white hair patted Orlando on the shoulder and said kindly but a little dizzy

"Young man, if you don't like to drink, drink less, don't choke on this thing. As he spoke, the old man exuded a strong smell of wine, his left hand picking up the glass he had drunk, and his right hand quietly reversing the position between the Orlando glass and the Orlando glass before Orlando noticed.

Most of the guests in the bar were drunk, and occasionally a few who were not fully drunk turned their attention to the woman who was hanging out in the bar, and the old man's skillful little movements almost deceived everyone's eyes.

Orlando put the handkerchief back on the table, only to see the old man put it away, which made him feel a little feverish on his face. Orlando secretly thought in his heart that he had used other people's things like this, and he didn't even say hello, and he really became a drunk.

"Sorry sir, I didn't know it was your stuff. ”

The old man was open to this, and when he saw it, he laughed twice and said, "Hey, what's the big deal, the handkerchief in the tavern is for people." ”

Orlando didn't know what to do, but he saw that the cups of himself and the old man opposite him were empty, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he called the bartender in the spot.

"I'm really sorry, sir, but allow me to have a drink with you. ”

Seeing Orlando's polite words, the old man became confident, and he shouted at the bartender, "Do you hear me?" This gentleman said that he wanted two glasses of your best ale, why don't you serve them quickly!"

The bartender took their glasses, gave them a cautious look, and after making sure that the money owner had no objections, he poured a beer for each of them.

While pouring the wine, he said flatteringly: "Two adults, this is a new thing from the Northland, and Mr. Pilates has just come in, and the two of you are blessed." ”

The old man nodded reservedly, quietly waiting for the waiter to completely fill the wine glass in his hand.

Orlando, on the side, was looking at the amber syrup while thinking about the price, and his heart was inevitably bitter, he was going out to find an opportunity to make a fortune, but he didn't think that the gold had not been much yet, and the expenses were flowing out.

The old man carefully picked up the cup, put his face to the mouth of the cup, took a hard sip of the wine at the mouth of the cup, and then raised his nostrils high, away from the wine glass in his hand, slowly spit out the breath, and finally brought the edge of the cup to his mouth, took a sip gently, and exclaimed

"It's really a good wine, it reminds people of the time they spent in the Northland, refreshing!"

Orlando couldn't help but wonder a little when he saw the old man's intoxicated expression, was a bitter cup of ale a long time?

He was a little surprised to find that compared to the kind of ale he had just drunk, although the new wine had a stronger flavor, the liquid was much clearer, and there was no "feeling of a mouthful of ale and half a mouthful of dregs" just now, and the most amazing thing was that there were a lot of small foams in this cup of ale, and when the tongue touched the wine, the foam exploded on the tongue, causing a slight irritation, which was a fresh experience that he had not had when drinking wine in his hometown manor.

"You get what you pay for, this wine is really good. Orlando didn't put down the glass in his hand, but held it in the air, and praised the old man as he surveyed the liquid in it. "You're such a well-informed person that you've been so far away in the Northlands. ”

The old man smiled proudly, he took another sip of the wine glass, reluctantly put it on the table, and continued to Orardo with a somewhat ostentatious tone: "Hey, I don't know if you can see it, I was a knight when I was young, and there is no place in the whole empire that I haven't been!"

As he spoke, the old man rolled up his sleeves, revealing the strong muscles of his arms and the scars of his sword.

Orlando looked at the body under the old man's robe, although there was obviously a slight bulge on his stomach, and the skin exposed on his arms showed the dull color of aging, but it still couldn't hide his former strength, especially the scratches on the sword, although on the surface it looked like some skin wounds, but as a person who could use swords, he could see the mystery from those scars that didn't look deep, and the patterns of those sword marks had blood grooves, and at a glance he knew that only people who had been on the battlefield could have them.

The guy who had just poured wine with Orlando had nothing to do for a while, and he turned back to talk to Orlando.

"Haha, my lord, maybe you don't know yet, don't look at him as an old drunkard now, but Davis's 'Lord Knight' turned out to be a knight of the Empire, right, 'Lord Knight'!"

The little guy was frowning at Orlando and making jokes about him at the risk of offending Davis, partly to see Orlando's surprised expression as a foreigner, but partly for practical gain.

He quietly held out a hand in Orlando's direction and winked at him.

Orlando was simply subdued by the name of "Imperial Knight". Originally, before he went out, Lister also gave Orlando a list of his comrades-in-arms and the location of their fiefdom, but because of the previous farmer's incident, Orlando still had some doubts about whether these knights really existed, he directly threw away the document and prepared to go his own way, but he never expected that he would meet his father's colleagues in such a tavern again.

The old knight Davis looked at Orlando's sluggish appearance, and was stunned for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder, laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, young man." I did serve in the Knights of the First Emperor, but that was a long time ago, and now I'm just this tavern old drunkard, hahaha, can you believe it? I've almost forgotten how to wield a sword!"

Orlando was shaken several times by Davis's pat on the shoulder, and he lost his balance, but it made his head clear. Looking at Davis's gray hair, Orlando blinked, pretending to be excited to hold Davis's arm, and he said "happily": "Ah, I really didn't expect to meet you here." ”

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to tell him his identity, after all, he was about to set foot in the place where the current Imperial Knights were really famous, and since Lister didn't want to talk more, it was better to try the mouth of this man named Davis.

This time, Davis was a little puzzled, he looked at the young man in wonder, and wondered in his heart about his various identities, the worst of which could be that this kid was born to him in a certain village.

He licked the unfinished ale on his lips with some embarrassment, and began to carefully look at the young man in front of him.

"It's very energetic, and that's probably thinking of me. Light grey eyes, though not quite like his own, perhaps inherited from his hapless mother, with slightly curved short hair, this one is the same, medium to thin? ”

Davis felt an urge to crack his head, and he quickly observed the surrounding drinkers out of the corner of his eye, and then deliberately lowered his voice to ask, with a slight urgency in his voice

"And who are you, young man?" he couldn't think any longer, so he could only try to take the initiative.

Compared to Davis's urgency, Orlando naturally seemed much more normal, he took Davis's hand and sat on the same bench, and then triumphantly announced.

"My lord, maybe I should call you uncle, if nothing else, I should be friends with you. Orlando said as he found his family's flag in his bag, but this time he didn't fully unfold it, only revealing a corner of it.

"Oh, it's the green shield... Let me think, isn't this the banner of our sergeant corps? You're the son of that old fellow of Rist? After confirming that the young knight in front of him was indeed not his illegitimate son, Davis let out a long sigh of relief, and he rummaged through his memories, and finally found the appearance of the flag in a corner, and then judged Orlando's identity.

"So, son of Lister, I vaguely remember that his fief was not very far from the city of Abbasquia, which is now the 'imperial capital', but it was not a very close distance, can you tell me what you are doing here?

Seeing this green shield, Davis remembered the man who had almost never smiled on his face, and even his tone of voice became much more serious, and there was less of those fancy intestines that he had and had.