There is a powerful marquis named Cavin Orlando in the southern provinces, with a respected status and a vast fief, and the knights under his command are invincible, and he is considered a well-known figure in the entire Pompeii Empire.

Unfortunately, Richard's fleshy skin bag is the amorous species left by him and his mistress.

Unfortunately, in Pompeii, illegitimate children, especially those of low maternal origin, were never considered true heirs.

When his mother was still young, Richard had seen Carvin a few times, and was even picked up by the Marquis himself and asked "Who are you?" several times. After his mother's death, he was immediately expelled from the marquis's mansion and reduced to food and clothing, and began to steal from the streets for a living.

Later, "doing business" missed for a while, and was found by the bitter master and beaten to the death of an old fist. Seeing that his breathing was about to stop, a soul from another world took over the life of this street thief, along with the horseback riding and slashing system.

The original Richard couldn't read those square words, just regarded them as inconsequential illusions, but how could Richard not understand them now.

He immediately coughed up blood and laughed, then fainted again.

After recovering, Richard seemed to be reborn and began to learn martial arts and combat.

In reality, time is far more abundant than in the game, so the original chicken-like daily training experience has accumulated year after year, and it has become quite impressive.

Relying solely on swinging a sword at a wooden target to gain training experience, Richard's martial arts and body are becoming stronger at an unimaginable speed, and he has gradually accumulated a reputation in the martial arts arena. Although the start was uneventful, the victory was smooth. If this continues, it will be easy to gather a group of elite followers in the future and fight for the position of knight.

But, but.

On that unusually wet and cold winter last year, the biological father of this body, Marquis Cavin Orlando, who was in the twilight of his life, gradually fell into madness, and did a feat that was remembered by the national bard for ten years-

After a hearty drunkenness, he decided on the spot to give his illegitimate son, Richard, the surname of Orlando, who had been passed down for twelve generations.

Calvin was too old to hold a sword, but the power was still firmly in his hands, and he was still the iron-blooded marquis of the same word, because his madness was even more fearful.

Despite the opposition of all his wife and children, the absurd order was carried out with such force that even Richard's own opposition was useless.

This is a mistake that does not occur in the average merchant family.

The surnames that represent countless honors, glory and history have been dusted and have become the joke after tea and dinner. The entire southern province is talking about the fact that the illegitimate son of the Orlando family actually inherited the surname!

So Richard who wandered the streets became Richard Orlando, and Richard Orlando became the heart of all Orlandos. There was a marquis, three counts, two viscounts, nine barons, and twenty or thirty knights.

What could Richard do?

If you don't run away, you're not waiting to die.

Packed up the soft points in exchange for money, pulled the Orlando tiger skin to get a pioneer baron certificate, and went to the northeastern province far away from the Emperor of Shangao.

Judging by the reaction of the green-eyed manservant, the news has probably spread here a long time ago.

The spread of simple gossip and anecdotes depends on afternoon tea and hunting dinners, and the transmission speed is generally not very fast, so it is very likely that the Orlando arrangements may have come.

"Sir, your identity is certain. Green-Eyed whispered, "But Count Augustus has instructed me to take you to see him." ”

Count Augustus......

Richard struggled to remember the knowledge of the noble genealogy that he had memorized last night, and those things were really complicated and nerve-wracking, but he still barely remembered.

Sauron Augustus, a military aristocrat who rose to prominence in the Glorious War thirty years ago, is now the "Arkna", or administrator, of the Noble Court. He was a member of the House of Augustus and the younger brother of the Supreme Consul of the Northeast Province.

"Okay, lead the way. ”

Richard followed the green eyes into the gates of the Noble Court, only to realize what an exaggerated hall this magnificent building had.

The interior space is more than 10 blades high, and you can immediately feel your insignificance as soon as you look up. The overall design clearly follows a delicate balance, I don't know whether to say confident or arrogant, such a large hall is supported by a stone pillar in the center.

There were seven or eight wooden doors scattered around the stone walls, and inside perhaps the different departments of the noble court, a dozen clerks and manservants were busily shuttling back and forth.

"Sir, this way, please. Greeneye stood beside a particularly fine carved door in cherry wood, leaning out to push it open for Richard.

Compared to the complicated and ornate retro style of the noble court, the furnishings of this room are simple and simple.

A heavy, wide mahogany desk, two high-backed chairs placed opposite the table, and no other frills. At this moment, on the chair facing the door sat an old man with gray hair, who was immersed in writing.

"Sit, please. The old man put the quill in the inkwell, pinched his eyebrows, and looked very tired, "I am Sauron. ”

Richard was slightly surprised.

Sauron is rumored to be a rising general in the Glorious War, known for his strict management of the army and his impressive achievements. He always took it for granted that he should be a tall and fierce figure, but he didn't expect that he would be so thin and even kind-faced.

"Your swordsmanship is famous. "Richard didn't know much about Sauron, but he felt that any general would think he was good at swordsmanship.

"Please don't be polite. ”

"There's very bad news, I have to tell you. Sauron crossed his hands on the table and went straight to the point, "Your father, the old ghost of Calvin, died last week, and the new successor is your half-brother Wenger, Wenger Orlando. ”

Richard raised his eyebrows, Carvin's death was indeed very bad news for him. This has nothing to do with the non-existent family relationship between them, but out of very practical considerations.

"Regarding the matter of giving you Orlando surname, if the old ghost is still alive, little Wenger can only choose to endure even if he is unwilling. ”

"But now that Carvin is dead, little Wenger has long regarded you as a thorn in his side, and he is now the Marquis Wenger. Sauron's four fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a sound like a horse's hooves, "I heard that you have obtained a certificate of pioneer barony, a wise decision, but I'm afraid it is still not enough to resist the hostility of a powerful marquis, even if he is far away in the Southern Province, right?"

"That's true. Richard must admit, very literally.

Sauron is an old fox, a very skillful old fox. The Orlando family and Richard are in a state of confrontation, and Sauron is obviously passing a message to the Orlando family, but the rhetoric makes Richard himself have to agree.

The power represented by the four words of the Marquis of Real Power cannot be countered by personal bravery or brute force.

Of course, if the Marquis Wenger thought that his personal guard could resist Richard, it would be a pipe dream.