"By the way, our Majesty ......" Richard reached out and tapped his eyebrow bone, the pair of gray cloudy eyeballs were still vivid, "Is it not that the eyesight is not very good?" ”

"It's not bad, it's almost completely invisible. Sauron whispered, but then shrugged, "But that's not a problem for His Majesty Sagre. ”

"Why?" the lord's curiosity was piqued.

After all, the senses are very personal, and once they are missing, it is difficult to make up for them with more power and money. A servant may be able to wipe the table and the floor for his master, but he must not do the same thing as smelling the flowers, listening to the birds, and tasting the delicacies, because that would be meaningless.

"Your Majesty himself has a very profound fighting spirit. Sauron suddenly reached out and took off the mage badge he had been wearing on his chest and threw it into his inner pocket, leaving only another official medal, "So being able to sense the outside world with the help of fighting spirit and spiritual power is similar to the eyes." ”

"That's amazing!" said Richard, who opened the curtain of the carriage and whistled loudly at the nightingale passing outside, eliciting a coquettish smile.

"Your Majesty is indeed gifted. Sauron snapped his fingers, and the curtains were swept up by the sudden breeze, "If I had chosen to concentrate on the path of magic, I would have had a good chance of becoming an intermediate mage, but who told me to be in charge of the Noble Garden." ”

After all, people's energy is limited, and the so-called talent is only relatively abundant on this basis, and it can never be truly endless.

If you make a statistics of the previous kings of various countries, regardless of those who only do things in name, it is not difficult to find that the vast majority of the truly diligent kings are very mediocre in their own strength. Not because these people are so clever and stupid, but because governing itself is a double drain on energy and time.

The use of energy is an either/or process, and the use of energy for governance will inevitably affect one's cultivation, and it will be difficult to become a qualified king if one focuses on cultivation.

It is better to cut off one of its fingers than to hurt its ten fingers, and it is inevitable that it will not be refined.

Sauron is only a noble court and is still limited by this, not to mention His Majesty Sagre, who is in charge of the whole country, you must know that he has been famous for his diligence in the past thirty years of his reign!

But His Majesty Sagre did it, and throughout human history, the last king who could do both was Nero the Rebel thousands of years ago.

As a king, he was prodigious in magic and the Word of Prayer, shining as bright as the sun in his time. But unfortunately this does not mean that Nero is superman, on the contrary - he is a madman.

"Your Majesty is the wisest monarch of Pompeii in nearly a hundred years. Sauron clearly had a high regard for Sagre, and his tone became very different from his usual tone.

"During his thirty years in power, Pompeii's national power grew the fastest. We have the best chance of winning against Stuart at this point in time. ”

Richard looked at Sauron's arms full of goosebumps, and he felt that it was really penetrating for a man to talk about another man in such a tone.

So the lord forcibly changed the topic, "Alpine Fort is now in the same sequence as the Dragon's Claw Legion, so I don't need to go there first to get acquainted. ”

Sauron may have been about to continue to list His Majesty's great achievements, but he was unhappy when he was interrupted by a half-cut, but finally nodded after thinking for a moment, "It's necessary, why don't you go now." ”

The luxurious carriage with gold paint on a black background turned the corner in the street and galloped towards the military camp on the outskirts of the city.

Richard leaned against the window of his car in boredom, watching the street trees on either side of the window quickly sweep backwards, and the buildings on both sides became more and more sparse and shabby, and even the road itself turned from stone paved to rubble.

The shock absorption of the carriage itself under his ass was not enough to offset the roughness of the gravel road, and he was shaken a little drowsy. When the wheels finally stopped turning, all that was left was a rough patch of logs and boulders.

"Arrived?" Richard wiped his saliva and opened his mouth to yawn.

"It's here. Sauron was the first to walk out.

In the open space enclosed by the log fence, hundreds of strong men are lining up in a neat and horizontal line, practicing spears and thorns under the guidance of instructors.

Autumn in Coron was already a bit cool, and it shouldn't have felt any heat. But sweat had soaked through their clothes, spilling with every movement. Individually, none of these soldiers were very strong, but every time he stepped out of his gun, Richard could feel the ground tremble slightly under his feet.

Farther away, there were many cavalrymen who were turning back and practicing coordinated charges, and the neatness seemed to the layman to be impressive enough, but they themselves were obviously still not satisfied with this.

Perhaps because the golden Augustan coat of arms on the side wall of the carriage was a bit heavy, a bearded officer soon left the training team and ran over.

"My lords, this is where the Dragonclaw Legion is based. ”

"A glorious legion, for which we came. Sauron patted Richard on the back, "Baron Richard, High Mountain Castle, is on the orders of His Majesty, and has come to visit His Excellency the Legion Commander. ”

"Your Majesty's orders?"

Sauron handed over a roll of parchment, the letter of appointment that Richard had just arrived. The beard opened it and glanced at it twice, and quickly rolled it up again and returned it to Sauron.

The lord was still a little drowsy, otherwise he might have noticed that this man's expression was a little strange when he read the letter of appointment.

"My lords, please come with me. ”

The bearded man led the way, Richard and Sauron followed, and after a short walk, the bearded man made a gesture of please at the door of a stone house.

For defensive reasons, the lighting of military buildings is generally not very good, and after the lord entered, his eyes were dark and he had not had time to adjust to the light, and suddenly there was a neat and rapid footsteps behind him.

Somehow many spear infantry rushed over and surrounded the stone house, erecting heavy spears and waiting for them, and an old man with a wooden staff and a robe slowly walked behind the bearded officer.

Richard blinked twice, and he realized that the old man's mage badge was a little more intricate and ornate than Sauron's.

"My lords, please forgive me for my offense," the bearded man puffed out his chest and pressed his belt with his hands, "but since you all say that you are Richard, you might as well distinguish between the true and the false." ”

Richard turned his head to look deeper into the room, where a large cowhide map hung on the wall, and several people were standing in front of it and pointing.

Only then did they realize that something was wrong, and turn around to try to figure out what was going on.

The lord had a sense of foreboding when he saw the broken braids, and when his gaze touched his face, his premonition finally came true.

The two looked at each other and were stunned at the same time.

"It's you!" the lord finally recognized, this was the big black man who was pretending to be Gunther in the open-air tavern, and behind him, there were "Richard" and "Hutt", one with a low brow and one looking up at the sky.