Before he reached the lord's hall, he saw a large group of extremely dark and strong centaurs gathering at the door. In terms of numbers, all the Shire warriors who stayed behind in the mountain fort had already arrived, which was an unusual situation.

You must know that the daily training tasks of the ripper are very heavy, and the fighters simply do not have time to hang out.

They were talking to each other, in their native dialect, which Richard didn't understand. can only be seen from the expression and demeanor, one is in hesitation, I don't know what happened.

Seeing their lord falling, the sturdy Shire warriors retreated and made way for the door.

"There's no, don't get in the way here. Richard glanced at him, and after a few moments, the Shire warriors scattered.

"Master, why are you here? Richard went into the house, and adjusted his eyes to the slightly dim light, only to find that in addition to Dupon there was a little boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Richard, long time no see. Dupont smiled reluctantly, the dark circles on his chubby cheeks were obvious, and he looked a little tired.

The little boy was even worse, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot for some reason, and his hair was messy like withered grass. Not to mention the shabby clothes on his body, he also exudes a strong smell of sweat and sourness, which can almost make people face to face. To be honest, none of the slaves at the bottom of the mountain castle shivered as much as he did.

As for Richard himself, his clothes were of fine workmanship and spices. This is a unique technique that only elves understand, and there is a faint dark fragrance on the body, which is refreshing and does not look abrupt, which is very in line with the aristocratic demeanor.

"It's only been a few days, so it's not a long time. Richard glanced at the little boy's buttocks.

A stout, powerful golden tail hung down from there, flicking from side to side.

The Lionmen, the royal family of the Orcs. It's just that he has brown hair, and it doesn't seem to be as golden and bright as the legend says.

The Shire warriors of Alpine Fort had all served as palace guards, and in light of their unusual behavior just now, the identity of this child was self-evident.

Even with such a desolate appearance, his eyes are still very bright, and he looks very stubborn with his mouth tightly pursed.

Generally speaking, people of this age, even if they are a little sad, tend to be superficial, but Richard always feels that he seems to be carrying a heavy load.

There was resentment, pain, sadness, and confusion in those eyes, which really didn't look like the eyes that a person of this age should have.

"Richard, do you know what I'm going to do this time?"

"Master, you won't get involved in the change of power in the orc kingdom, right?" the lord already knew in his heart, and the question was just a confirmation, sitting on the chair and sighing, "That's not something that people like you should be involved in. ”

"Reinhardt and I are very good friends, and we have always kept in correspondence. Dupon patted the boy next to him on the back, "Not long ago, I suddenly received a magic letter from this child, saying that Reinhardt had died at the persecution of the new King Fili, and that he was hiding in the city. So I hurried into the city and brought him out. ”

"The old king is his father?"

"Yes. Dupon nodded, "Filip is the son of a subordinate adopted by Reinhardt, and the rest of the royal family has already died. So theoretically, Sinclair is the only legal heir in existence. ”

"It's been a few months since the new king ascended the throne, and he still hasn't been able to catch you?" Richard looked at the boy with a good look, trying to find some clues in his expression.

"I covered my face with charcoal, bleached my hair with lime, and swallowed coals to change my voice. Sinclell opened his mouth, his voice hoarse to frighteningly, "disguised as a civet orphan, and mingling among the little beggars on the streets, those traitors will not suspect me." ”

"The most dangerous place is the safest place, yes. ”

After he finished speaking, Master Dupont, you look at me, I look at you, and no one said anything. Sipping the tea slowly, each one can calm down more than the other.

The two of them attacked each other in their hearts.

As soon as Richard heard the standard beginning of this "Prince's Revenge", his brain hurt, and he didn't want to wade into the muddy waters at all, so he silently prayed that the two plague gods would leave quickly.

As for Dupont, the Magister's time is more precious than gold, and since he has come to Alpine Castle on purpose, it must not be just for tea.

"Ahem. "The fat old man has a purpose after all, and it is impossible to hold the treasure infinitely," I had planned to take Sinclair to Flisz, but the boy was not willing. Alpine Fort is the closest place to the Orc Kingdom in all of Pompeii, and he wants to stay here, so I'm here to trouble you. ”

"You don't still want to return to the country, do you?" the lord's gaze looked at Sinclell solidly, as cold as autumn water, "Months have passed, the best time has slipped away, and now that the general trend has been achieved, everything has long been over." ”

"I'm going to take back what the conspirators have usurped someday!" said hoarsely, but Sinclell's eyes were determined.

"You are not welcome at Alpine Fort. "The lord's gaze is at least a hundred times more determined than his.

If it weren't for the fact that Dupont still had some face, he would have been driving people away with a broom by now. Little hairy children always think that the whole world has to revolve around them, but they don't know that the "whole world" in their eyes is not even a fart in the eyes of others.

Richard didn't care who was in charge of the orc kingdom at all—it wasn't his turn anyway.

"Richard, why don't you have any sympathy at all. Du Pong stared at him, "This is a child who died at the age of thirteen!"

"Master, it's not that I'm not without empathy. The lord sneered and said mercilessly, "There are so many things involved here—just look at the reaction of those Shire warriors just now, is he trying to recruit my soldiers?"

The Shire warriors were all court guards who had been loyal to the old king, and they knew on their toes that they were certainly no strangers to Sinclell.

"Yes. Sinclair was crisp enough to nod his head without even hesitation, "but they all refused." ”

"It's great to be daring. The lord's tone was somewhere between mockery and sarcasm, and those who knew him well knew it was a precursor to anger, "Do you think that they are no different from the usurpers now, they are all betrayals?" ”

"I did. ”

"Hah!" the lord snorted coldly from his nose, and said in a strange manner, "Okay, ambitious, I wish you success in recovering your country in the future, and then come back to humiliate this group of shameless traitors." ”

"Richard, can you be patient and help Hinkrell finish speaking. Dupont said.

"But when I calmed down, my mind changed a little. ”

"Oh, think they're not as good as the usurper Fili?" the lord still sneered.