Leaving the convoy to wait, Richard walked alone into the palatial gate of the Noble Garden.

It wasn't the first time he had been to this place, and he was familiar with it, so he walked to the door of Sauron's room and knocked on it.

The knuckles fell on the walnut and the sound was solid, stirring up a series of echoes in the empty cloister, but it was not answered for a long time.

"Lord Sauron isn't here. The passing servant stopped the tea cart and kindly reminded him.

"Where did you go?"

"Your Excellency has gone to Alpine Castle. "Richard had only been to the Noble Court once, but the servants in front of him clearly had an impression of him.

The servants of the wealthy family are probably like this, so well-trained that they are almost sick, and they will never let the guests who come to the door for the second time still have their identity questioned.

The lord continued to ask, "When did you leave?"

"Four days ago. The servant bowed slightly, and pushed the tea cart away.

"Vozh. Richard scratched his head, looked at the wooden door in front of him and couldn't help but sneer - according to the time, Sauron should have arrived at the high mountain fort long ago, and I really want to know that this old ghost heard that "Lord Lord is not here, he has gone to the noble garden." "What kind of expression will it be.

"Lord Richard, you've made it easy for me to find it for a while. A familiar voice came from the entrance to the cloister behind him.

"You know, in order to get back from Alpine Fort as soon as possible, my men and I ran and killed six high-quality war horses, and we also used wind magic to speed up. ”

"Am I as charming as a gold coin?" Richard turned his head and raised an eyebrow.

The person who came was actually Sauron and a few personal attendants, their facial complexions, bloodshot eyes, and the state of their clothes all interpreted what it meant to be dusty, and everyone was full of tiredness that could not be concealed.

There are about three or four days between Alpine Fort and the city of Cologne, and at first glance four days is not an exaggeration. But in fact, for both men and horses, the more tired they accumulate in the second half of the long journey, the more serious the slowdown will be slowed down, and being able to complete the journey in only four days can only indicate that the journey must be quite urgent and stressful.

The lord originally thought that Sauron was still the same as last time, just casually walking around, but it didn't seem to be the case.

"What's wrong?"

"Follow me. Sauron handed the whip to his attendant, barely showing any expression on his face, took out the key and opened the door to enter himself.

Although he was exhausted, his waist was still straight, and his military temperament was stronger than any time before in Richard's memory.

With a snap of his fingers, a breeze pushed the door shut. With another snap of the fingers, the heavy curtain closed automatically. The room suddenly became dark and quiet.

The expensive magic lamps in the room sense the change in brightness and automatically release a soft beige glow.

"Look at this. Sauron grabbed the parchment paper on the table and handed it to Richard.

It is an administrative order issued by the Executive Yuan of Pompeii to various localities, with the inscription "Avenge the despicable attack on Lord Richard!"

"Is there anyone among the nobles of the kingdom who has the same name as me?" the lord of Alpine Fort laughed, thinking that this was a coincidence.

Generally speaking, "Richard" is a popular name in Pompeii, but it is generally limited to the common people. I thought it was unique in the aristocratic class, but I didn't expect that it would be inevitable to have a duplicate name after all.

This Richard probably has a high status, so he can ask the Executive Yuan of the Kingdom to send him a special order, either a confidant or an important minister.

"What a name, my good boy, this Richard is you!" Sauron held out his finger and almost hit him in the face.

"Me?" Richard didn't believe a single copper at all.

The first reaction was ridiculous, and he laughed on the spot, but he didn't expect a person like Sauron to joke. But then he read two more lines, and his smile immediately disappeared like ice under the scorching sun, and he looked horrified at the sight of the undead.

If the name Richard alone is still a little bit of a rename, then what about combining it with Alpine Castle? What about "brown bear roaring"? There is always a limit to all kinds of coincidences in the world, how can they all be bumped together!

And when the gaze shifts to the end of the paper line by line, any literate person can already understand that those flowery rhetoric, exquisite sentences, imposing comparisons, and quotations from history are nothing more than tools used to convey a meaning.

"The Kingdom of Pompeii declares war on the Kingdom of Stuart!"

"Holy!" Richard couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, slapping the thick table.

Due to the excitement, this slap was a little bit uncontrollable, so the four legs were simply broken together, and the entire table fell sharply, and the air waves formed by the dust flying in the air were enough to be visible to the naked eye.

Sauron was thinking about something, but he was frightened by the slap and looked at Richard firmly.

"Steady, young man, this 500-year-old antique table was not destroyed by war and natural disasters, but by your impulses. ”

"That's really ......," the lord of Alpine Fort rubbed the stubble on his chin, not knowing what to say.

After all, it is a record in black and white on an official document, and the content is related to the national system, and there is no possibility of falsification, which means that he, Lord Richard, really became a little butterfly at a historical node, and flapping his wings caused a war between the two powers!

As a pioneer lord who has been in the wilderness for a long time, he has no presence at all in the upper layers of Pompeii. To be closely associated with such a major event destined to go down in history is like expecting a toad to eat a swan to open its mouth and swallow a whole dragon.

His first reaction was that his heart was weak, after all, compared to the size of the two countries, it is not an exaggeration to say that Gaoshan Fort is a sesame seed - a sesame seed sets off a dragon and tiger battle between giant beasts, is there still a tenth chance of survival?

But soon he became smug again, after all, it was directly in his name to start a war, and this treatment flattered Richard.

The lord flipped through the official document and read it twice, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, "But how did the Executive Yuan know about this matter?"

It was true that the High Mountain Fort was ready to make a big deal about this battle as a typical one, but they had only just arrived in Coron today, and the new story had only just been circulated from the tavern today, and it would not take more than five hours at most.

At the end of the document, the proposed date was two days earlier, when the convoy was trudging through the wilderness, battling mud and weeds.

"Deserters. A word popped out of Sauron's mouth, "Some deserters were not caught, and if they were lucky enough to run out of the wilderness, the news would naturally reach those who should know." ”

"Our Majesty is quite protective. Richard leaned back in his chair and pursed his lips.

"Hmph. Sauron sneered twice, "It's that simple!"

"What do you mean?"