Richard sent the convoy back to Alpine Castle, where he stayed in peace and security for a few days.

The military aid that Sauron had promised had not arrived, but he had waited for something he had never dreamed of.

At that time, the lord was in the noble garden and was happily eating Hessey, and Sauron directly pushed open the door and hurriedly broke in, which was very different from his usual lazy and leisurely behavior.

"Knock, knock!" said Richard, his mouth full of frog legs in the stone stream. After a few moments, he opened his mouth and spat out a pile of broken bones.

The back glands of this forest frog are highly poisonous, but the pure flesh is one of the treasures of the whole of Pompeii, and of course - the price is as beautiful as the taste. The lord also discovered by accident that the upper limit of food and lodging provided by the noble court was so high.

"Hurry up, there's a real big man who wants to see you. Sauron said a word, and turned away without looking back.

"Hey, who's that?" Richard wiped his mouth with his sleeve twice, leaving a mess and hurried after him.

There was already a carriage waiting for them at the door, and the two tall horses were neatly groomed and beautiful, and as soon as the passengers were seated, they began to gallop with their hooves and feet.

"You can't be talking about the Governor of the Northeast, right?" the lord noticed that the carriage was heading towards the most prestigious residence in all of Cologne, and the buildings covered in pure white marble were getting closer and closer as the wheels turned.

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Sauron was very sorry for the spirit of gold, and after speaking, he stopped speaking, leaving Richard looking at the remaining sauce and oil stains on the cuffs on both sides of him, and his eyes were slightly glazed.

The carriage came to a steady stop at the entrance of the mansion, and the servant in the tuxedo pulled the door, and at the same time someone immediately began to lead the way in front of him, and the whole connection flowed smoothly.

"Follow me. Sauron whispered, bowing his head and stepping out of the carriage.

Even though it was a private house, the tension was already everywhere, and the servants were silent and hurried, more like heralds of the army.

Richard could only hear the sound of crisp footsteps echoing through the empty hallway, and Sauron finally stopped in front of a wooden door decorated with ivory and gold.

The servant who led the way turned and bowed, standing expressionless on the side of the door. Sauron reached out and tapped lightly on the wooden door, and then without waiting for a response, he pushed the door open and walked in.

This is a small side hall with several single high-backed sofas around a round table, which is all the furnishings.

There was already a man sitting on the high-backed couch facing the door.

"Your Majesty. Sauron walked up to him and stroked his chest and saluted, and the lord followed behind as he squinted his eyes.

It was the first time he had seen the Lord of Pompeii from anything other than a gold coin carving—Sagre was dressed in a smart swordsman's suit, and looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, sitting on a chair with a straight waist, with a vague sense of majesty, but his eyes were tightly closed, and his whole figure was like a stone sculpture, and he did not react to the approach of Richard and Sauron.

It's not easy for a normal person to do this – knowing that biological instinct dictates that anyone will be wary of the proximity of a foreign object, and it is almost impossible to be completely unresponsive.

The lord waited for a long time, until he began to stare at the upper of his shoe and count the folds, and then he heard a voice:

"Feel free to do so. ”

While Richard and Sauron were seated, Sagre finally opened his eyes.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then the King of Pompeii's door is too vague, and the pupils are full of gray clouds, like a pool of frozen stagnant water, and the lord guesses that it must be cataracts or some similar disease.

"Richard, I'm sorry to hear I've delayed you for a few days. Sagre's eyes are hardly focused, but when he speaks, his tone is extraordinarily gentle, which is completely different from the traditional impression of "the majesty of a king".

"You're so polite. Richard replied with a slight bow.

"Pompey and Stuart have declared war on each other, and you must already know what you think as the nominal parties?" Sagret's voice was slightly hoarse and extraordinarily magnetic, with a calming power.

"As a nominal party...... Lord deliberately bit the word "nominally" very hard, "Of course, our high mountain fort is subject to the arrangements of the military headquarters. ”

"Richard, I'll just say it. Sauron could see at a glance that this thing was trying to play tricks, and he glared at him very covertly, "Your Majesty means that we in Pompeii need a heroic figure to boost the morale of the people in this upcoming war. ”

"Ah, yes, that's it. The lord nodded repeatedly, then looked down at the table without saying a word.

Heroes are used to send them to death, who loves to be a hero of this shit, as long as you don't get involved with Lao Tzu.

"Then who do you think is more suitable?" Sauron chose to continue his steps, "The conditions are very harsh - they have to have something to do with the origin of the war, they have to be outstanding, and preferably have some reputation base, so there are not many choices. ”

Richard pretended to frown and ponder for a moment, and suddenly slapped his thigh with surprise on his face, "Isn't this person Lord Sauron, you-of course, the war that broke out in the Northeast Province is related to the noble garden chief, and the strength and fame must also be first-class, so he is naturally the material to be a hero!"

Sauron suddenly had a-eating expression on his face.

If it weren't for the scruples of losing his honor in front of His Majesty, he would definitely have to talk to this little slippery head.

"This man is right in front of us, not me or Sauron. Sagret's two godless eyes were aimed at the lord together, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Richard's eyes wandered around the room, trying to find a fourth person, but how could there be an unexpected person in the room of the Lord of Pompeii, of course, he could only find nothing.

"This person can't be me, right?" the lord scolded in his heart, and he would not give up resistance until the last moment.

"It's not who you are. Sauron gloated and extinguished Richard's last hope, "Your name is on the official documents declaring war between the two countries, my lord of Alpine Fort." ”

"Don't see this as a burden. Sagre smiled and clapped his hands, "Sauron, pour a glass for everyone and choose that bottle of the Fifty Year Salute." ”

"Good. Sauron took the bottle from the corner wine cabinet and opened it, the golden liquid flowing into the three glasses, the aroma in the air rich and complex.

"The military department is ready to give you the title of 'Eagle Knight', you must know that this is a rare honor in peacetime. His Majesty shrugged his glass and continued, "And of course heroes must win battles, and the military department will also provide you with substantial help in this regard. ”

"Richard, this is an opportunity that will make many people jealous for a lifetime. Sauron said.