At noon the next day, the royal palace of the royal city was sentry.

The messengers at the bottom came back in a circle, very anxious, but helpless.

"Something is wrong, why haven't the pigeons arrived, is there something wrong with them?"

The messenger stroked his thick black beard and frowned deeply, sensing that something was wrong.

"My lord, the pigeon is coming!" Fortunately, his subordinates screamed, and the boulder hanging from his heart fell to the ground.

Looking up at the sky, there was a pigeon as white as jade in the white sky.

It is small in size, but it flies extremely powerfully, and it only takes a few minutes to fly from a distance to the palace garden.

The pigeon flew over the garden, circled halfway, saw the rice in the herald's hand, fluttered down to the side of his arm, and pecked at the rice.

The bearded lion man hurriedly checked the wings of the pigeon, turned slightly to face the direction of the sun, and saw three feathers dyed with golden yellow, which looked very sacred in the sunlight.

"That's right, it's our temple pigeon."

The lion soldier nodded silently, forgetting for a moment that the pigeon had missed the order.

According to the original agreement, no matter what Glick saw, he would take time to release the pigeon yesterday afternoon.

The pigeons took off in the afternoon, and after a long night's travel, they were supposed to arrive in the morning, but the pigeons did not appear until noon.

By the way, the pigeons selected by the temple are all pigeons, and they fly very fast, and they all have the ability to reach the next day and the same day.

The messenger did not dare to look at the paper, so he rushed into the temple as soon as he got the letter and handed it over to the king.

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Inside the palace, marble bricks covered the long hall, surrounded by a huge silk curtain to shield from the sun.

In the depths of the main hall, King Lionheart sits on the throne, quietly processing documents from all over the world, and there are many maids next to him, including cute cat girls and rabbit girls, mature fox girls, and brute wolf orcs.

The messenger's message reached the door, and the Templars entered it, and it was given to the maid, who in turn passed it to the king.

The king had been waiting for a long time, discarding the lengthy papers in his hand and spreading out the crumpled yellow letterhead.

It contains a brief summary of Glick's experiences in Tomorrowtown, as well as descriptions of muskets and cannons, which show that they were written in a hurry.

In fact, this letter has already been read by Alan once, and King Lionheart is the second reader of this letter.

"Muskets and artillery, how strong are they?"

When the king saw these things, his first instinct was incredible, and then he was skeptical.

"Glick is an exaggeration, I'm going to wait for him to report back in person." The king cursed, never believing the exaggerated descriptions on paper.

An arrow pierced a steel helmet seventy meters away, and an arrow shot his head, who believes it?

Even if you pull a group of leon awakened people to shoot from a distance with a hard bow, they don't dare to say that they shoot 100% of their heads.

There is also the most exaggerated description of the cannon, with a cannon firing a range of 500 meters, and the city wall blasts through like papier-mâché.

The main entrance to the inner hall of the palace.

Another golden-bearded lionman in a floor-mopping robe appeared in the doorway and walked slowly.

Seeing that the king's face was not good, he asked in a humming voice, "Your Majesty Wren, is the situation not good?" ”

"High priest, take a look for yourself, the cannon blasted through the city wall for five hundred meters." Wren flicked off the letter in his hand in frustration.

The cat-eared maid on the side immediately squatted down, picked up the letter, walked with her head down, and handed it to the old temple high priest.

The high priest wore a golden silk robe, and his luxurious and majestic temperament was not much worse than that of the king, and at the same time, he was the nominal pope of the temple, so it can be said that his power was almost equal to that of the king.

Bacon Scott, the priest, read the letter very slowly, line by line, word by word, during which he made a questioning sound of "um", and the tail note dragged on for an extremely long time, which made the maids slightly uneasy, which was the tail note of the high priest in a bad mood.

Two minutes later, he also made a ridiculous voice: "Gorrik is just fooling around, in order to make the whole temple army attack, he does not hesitate to demonize the long-range weapons of Tomorrow Town. ”

It is clear that both rulers are proud and have no one in sight.

"But it's certainly true that Tomorrowtown is an anti-lion."

"It's just how the hell did Tomorrow Town, that's four thousand in the army."

The king and the high priest sighed at the same time, and suddenly thought of something unreasonable.

With an army of 4,000 and 300 Templars, even if ordinary lions were surrounded, the Templars would have a way to break through, and it would be impossible for them to survive without survival.

"There are a hundred Templars we have sent, all of them are good soldiers, and it is impossible not to have the slightest news." The high priest's face was furrowed, and his eyebrows were joined together.

Wang Cheng sent a hundred Templars, together with two hundred holy horsemen from other nobles, a total of three hundred, even if a few thousand troops besieged, they had a way to concentrate their manpower and work together to break through a point and send people out.

Besides, at that time, even if you were besieged, you would definitely have the opportunity to release carrier pigeons on the ship.

Thinking of this, the two supreme rulers fell silent.

The letter of the carrier pigeon was unscrupulous, and this must not have been washed.

One more thing, are Tomorrowtown's weapons really as terrifying as Glick said?

The two sat sullenly for a long time, waiting for the second batch of carrier pigeons to deliver the message when Glick returned, but they did not wait until the night, so they had to go back to their rooms and sleep.

Four or five o'clock the next morning.

As soon as the sky was dark, several carrier pigeons descended from the sky, bringing new letters containing multiple information from Greek and other merchants.

These carrier pigeons were late again, but fortunately, the delay was not too exaggerated, and the messenger did not think much about it, but the messenger was important, threw down the rice, and ran to the palace.

This letter is much more detailed than the last, recording the needs of Tomorrow's large population, food, and minerals.

The king had insomnia last night, and he didn't sleep all night, and when he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, it was all the words of the cannon five hundred meters.

When the letter reached the guards at the entrance of the dormitory, he quickly crawled out of the bed, scanned the contents of the letter with black circles under his eyes, and deduced that the town of tomorrow was in a critical period of development.

And those merchants who participated in the transaction provided a lot of resources to make up for the resource gap in Tomorrow Town, and contributed to the development of Tomorrow Town.

"Waste, these waste merchants."

The king saw the dozen or so merchants mentioned in the papers, his throat rolling, and he roared loudly.

The letter mentions that the merchants saw with their own eyes that Tomorrowtown was an anti-lion faction, and saw the horror of new weapons, and the subsequent transaction volume doubled.

It can be seen that the big businessmen in the marginal area don't even want to have a face, and they are determined to go to Tomorrow Town.

This also shows that after Tomorrowtown "flexes its muscles", it makes those merchants believe that Tomorrowtown has the possibility of completely overthrowing Lionheart, which is what makes King Wren feel the most feared.

"No way, Tomorrowtown's weapons can't be that strong!"

The king's body trembled, and he suddenly remembered the hydraulic boring machine that he had recently sent someone to study.

"Come on, give me a bigger budget and let them research new weapons!"

The roar of the old king resounded in the palace, hoarse and low.