Angela Royal Capital.

Thanks to the natural geographical location of the Tamir Plains, it seems that on this winter morning it is not affected by a little cold wind, snow and ice, and the whole king is bathed in warm sunshine, as if covered with layers of thin veil.

The majestic pyramid-like palace complex is located in the center of the royal capital, starting from it, radiating four wide and neat roads around it, which divide the royal capital into four areas: east, west, south and north.

These four districts had their own functions in the royal capital, and in general, the eastern city was a gathering place for noble officials, the northern city was a craftsman district, the western city was a place for beggars, thieves, butchers, fugitives, etc., and the southern city was a place for wealthy merchants and freedmen.

To the south of the royal capital, the Tamir River flows slowly from west to east.

In order to facilitate the transportation of goods, the royal family of Angela opened a large inland port five miles outside the southern city gate, and over the centuries it has formed a large town for the distribution of goods.

From the port, it only takes half an hour to reach the south gate of the royal capital, and a large amount of supplies needed by the royal capital are transported by the port town every day.

In winter, the Tamir River did not freeze, thousands of large and small ships were moored in the harbor, and with the sound of the horn, large three-masted galleons loaded with Angela's unique cargo slowly left the port, and some sailors stepped onto the deck, shouting and waving goodbye to their relatives.

And the cargo ship that has not yet left, still under the whips wielded by the overseers, and the heavy trumpets of the slaves on the docks, seem to be energetically dragging the crane arm and loading the goods.

However, the port town is poor, and many of the freemen looking for work or merchants selling goods here live in the southern part of the royal capital, after all, it is only five miles away from the port town, and owning the royal capital housing is also a status symbol.

It's a gold rush, but it doesn't keep people feeling a sense of belonging.

The morning sun pours on the potholed and filthy streets, and the enticing aroma of the breakfast stalls on both sides, mixed with the stench of sewage, forms the smell of the seemingly prosperous but actually poor port town.

The ragged townsfolk nibbled on hard black bread and battered bags as they hurried towards the harbor, hoping to get a good job today.

Beggars, large and small, peeked at the breakfast stalls and swallowed their saliva with difficulty, hoping that someone would throw away half a fried dough stick, or drop some crumbs of bread.

The merchant walked slowly with the goods, identifying possible potential customers while shouting loudly, and whenever he saw a slightly brightly dressed pedestrian, he immediately flattered and inquired.

The warrior in the shabby linen cloak asked for a bowl of gnocchi soup, and when he had finished eating, he picked up a rusty broken knife, snorted at the beggar, and walked away.

A group of patrol knights in dark red worn armor rode proudly past on dirty bantams, their eyes piercing as they searched for the hapless man.

The stall owners at the breakfast stall immediately wrapped fried dough sticks or bread and handed them to the leading knights flatteringly, hoping that they would continue to set up their stalls here. The leading horseman impatiently took the food, then waved the stall owner away.

......

In order to be able to eat a delicacy called "snow mushroom porridge", Mars arrived in a carriage early in the morning, accompanied by his entourage, which consisted of only four people, a steward and treasurer, a knight, and two servants.

The carriage was somewhat old, with a gray skin, patched with a lot, but without a trace of dirt. The two chestnut bantams, though a little thin, have very clean fur.

Jim, the knight, drove the carriage very skillfully, his face was meticulous and serious, and the knight's armor, though old, was polished and shiny.

The others sat in the carriage, and the butler was well-dressed, with a kind face, and his black beard neatly trimmed. The two slaves were also characteristic, one with his muscles on his head, his head almost against the roof of the box, looking tall and muscular, and the other a maid, a woman with a good face, whose gaze swept over Mars from time to time, both of whom were about thirty years old.

Listening to the lively and noisy sounds of the streets, wisps of the peculiar smell of Port Town wafted into the carriage, Mars frowned slightly, he had shoulder-length black shiny hair, he was dressed in a black aristocratic attire, which was a high-necked garment, and he held a bracelet of pearls the size of his thumb, and his fingers kept turning the pearls as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, he leaned over, reached out and opened the window panel, looked at the busy streets of Port Town, and asked in a somewhat magnetic voice, "Uncle Sehir, is there a letter from Sunset City?"

Sehir is Mars's butler and treasurer, now forty-two years old, at the peak of a man, and it is also a great honor for him to be the butler of the prince of Sunset City, but being the steward of a proton in the kingdom of Angela has forced him to submit to fate, not to mention a crippled proton.

That's right, Mars is the seventh prince of Sunset City, and his mother Aldel was framed during the competition for the queen back then, resulting in Mars being born a prince with congenital paralysis in both legs and unable to walk. So my mother did not become a queen, and she died of depression in less than three years.

King Quinn XIII was originally inclined to Alder as the queen, so he couldn't say that he liked Mars, but he also took good care of it, and all the rewards were awarded, so the first half of Mars's childhood was quite good.

However, Queen Bella is not an ordinary woman, she is quite scheming, and in order to clear up the uncertainties, she used some means, and sent Mars, who was only seven years old, to the king of Angela to become a proton.

Sunset City also had a tradition of sending protons, and Quinn XIII submitted to Queen Angela, hoping to establish a wider trade relationship with Angela.

Of course, the main reason is that the northernmost kingdom of Eternal Winter has invaded the borders of Sunset City more and more frequently, and Quinn XIII has to compromise, and the Seventh Prince happens to be an heir who can be abandoned.

So far, 10 years have passed!

How many decades are there in life?

The children of that year have also grown into handsome teenagers and are about to become adults.

Sehir looked at the prince and didn't care if the prince called him "uncle", in his opinion, the title of "uncle" was an extra reward for him to accompany the young prince as he grew up.

A hint of love flashed in his eyes, but he replied very politely, "Your Highness, it will take at least half a month to travel from the royal capital of Angela to Sunset City, and it will take at least a month to go back and forth, and it has been twenty-three days since your letter left the royal capital, please be patient." ”

Mars's bright eyes flashed with a hint of worry, last month from Sunset City letter learned that King Quinn XIII was critically ill and intended to let him return to China as a proton in Angela, he was not surprised by this, ten years of King Angela's life, although full of hardships, but he did not have much impression of Sunset City.

However, the end of the letter seems to be intended to reveal that he will be made a prince and may even inherit the throne.

For Mars, who is financially strapped for a long time, this is tantamount to a big bait.

Of course, even if the throne has nothing to do with him, as long as he has a prince and a territory, so that he can leave Angela and gain financial freedom, it is really a very good thing for him, and he will no longer have to suffer the cynicism of Angela's nobles, nor will he have to be discouraged by financial problems for a certain favorite thing.

Hearing the butler's reply, Mars calmed his chaotic thoughts for a moment and immediately turned his mind to today's goal.

The port town is mixed, and the Angela Kingdom is the most powerful kingdom in this land, and there are all kinds of people who come here to pan for gold, including merchants from the northernmost Eternal Winter Kingdom, caravans from the southernmost Timberwolf Kingdom, and of course, merchants from other kingdoms.

And these merchants, or gold diggers, have brought exotic flavors to Angela, and among them is a delicacy in this port town, which Mars has been eating here almost once a month for a year.

This delicacy is a mixture of snow mushrooms from the Misty Forest and rice from the Kingdom of Finlay, and of course, the tavern's unique ingredients are added to make the snow mushroom porridge extremely delicious.

Uncle Mack's Tavern.

Mars's carriage came to a halt, and Jim, the knight, immediately opened the door, dismounted, took a special chair with armrests that had been placed aside, and took the reins.

Sehir, the butler, and Mehi, the maid, got out of the carriage with their bags, and the sturdy man, Tyson, with Mars's permission, picked up Mars out of the carriage, and after Jim the knight had tied the reins, they both followed the butler into the tavern.

For many people in the port towns, they like to come to the tavern at dusk for two copper guilders for a shoddy ale or five copper guilders for a high-priced beer.

Therefore, there were not many people in the tavern at this time, and because of the breakfast sold, there were even fewer people, and they sat around sparsely, eating the cheapest wheat porridge.

Still, Mars and his party have attracted a lot of attention, and some of the eye-catching diners have whispered softly.

"These people look familiar! Do you know each other?"

"I don't know, do you know?"

"Well, do you remember the rumors in our royal capital in the past few years?"

"What rumors?

"A glass of ale!"

"Hal, you're so dark...... Okay, I'll get this glass of ale, you guy say it quickly!"

"You've forgotten about the wasted prince of Sunset City?"

"Mars Quinn, the Seven Princes of Sunset City?"

"It turned out to be him!"

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