On this day, William followed a caravan into the city of Bradis, the capital of the Kingdom of Svak, a kingdom in the north-central part of the fairytale continent.

The Kingdom of Svak is an inland kingdom, surrounded by other countries on all sides, the terrain is high in the north and low in the south, and the climate is pleasant.

In addition, the biggest impression of the Kingdom of Svak on William was a country with a particularly large number of castles, and almost every fief had well-guarded castles.

And the blacksmith is more than a castle.

The entire kingdom of Svak is filled with an aura of bravery.

William was a little strange, but then he remembered that this was a country surrounded on all sides, and he understood.

All results are for a reason.

If the kingdom of Svak wasn't strong enough, then William wouldn't see the country today.

Bratis, the capital, is a city full of classical architecture, with the advantage of being huge and majestic, and the disadvantage of being too rough.

After the caravan collectively paid the entrance fee to the city, they followed the flow of people, smelled the stinking air, stepped on the yellow-brown mud floor, and came to a hotel in the city that combined food and accommodation.

Mrs. Mack's Inn.

William didn't have a clear goal, so he followed the team all the time, and also came to this hotel with a big crack on the signboard and a wild vine climbing on it.

Interestingly, not far to the right of the hotel, there was a crowd of people.

At the door of the hotel, there was a group of idlers with their hands folded in front of their chests, looking at the crowd of onlookers with sarcasm.

The most conspicuous of them all was a blonde with a beard at the corners of his mouth, a figure as thick as half William, and a full G cup...... .

The leader of the caravan William was now a middle-aged red-haired man with a mustache and a weathered face, and he obviously knew the, so he walked up to her and said, "Good day, Lady Mack." ”

Hearing this, the turned around suddenly, a strong fox smell came to her face, she looked at the red-haired man who was the leader of the caravan, and the smile on her face couldn't help but overflow, and the urn said angrily, "Demacis, I'm so happy to see you, I smell the sweet smell of copper coins again, I've been waiting for you for a long time, is it still the same as before?" I prepared a bolognese soup for you a long time ago, and the fresh food that was cooked the day before yesterday, let's have a bowl, see if you are tired? ”

The caravan leader, Demacis, twitched the corners of his mouth, held back the feeling of suffocation, laughed dryly, and asked, "That's not in a hurry." ”

His eyes gestured to the crowd of onlookers and asked, "Can you tell me what's going on?" ”

"A poor fellow, unintentionally killed by a respected nobleman riding a horse." Mrs. Mack lowered her voice, shrugged, and said with a normal face.

"So they surrounded the nobleman?" Demacis frowned and asked in disbelief.

"For the aristocracy, we are all untouchables, we don't have the courage!"

"What's going on? Tell me all of them, Mrs. Mack. Demacis rolled his eyes and pleaded.

"Hey, hey, hey, because there's our esteemed Prince Liszt in the crowd." Mrs. Mack said with a playful look in her eyes.

"Oh, I see! No wonder......" Demacis suddenly realized and stopped talking.

William, however, was interested, walked out of the caravan and came to Demasis, and asked softly, "Sith, can you tell me what is going on?" ”

"Of course, Charlemagne." There seemed to be magic in William's words, and Dematsis, who turned around, did not dare to take the request of this distinguished guest lightly, and explained to William in what he thought was the gentlest and most powerful tone.

"There was a commoner here who was killed by a nobleman, which was originally a very common thing." Here, or on this continent, it is a very common thing for nobles to kill ordinary civilians, and Demacis is used to it.

"It's just that Prince Liszt seems to have intervened."

"Oh, did this Prince Liszt kill this commoner?" William thought it was a prince who had killed a commoner, and he immediately lost much interest.

Demacis shook his head flatly, "Lord Charlemagne, I guess it's none of Prince Liszt's business. ”

"Prince Liszt is the third son of King Freit, and he has two older brothers in front of him."

"Compared with his two wise elder brothers, Prince Liszt was undoubtedly a very loving man, a very kind man, and he never spared his gentleness and kindness even in his dealings with the common people. He would never do anything to harm civilians lightly. Demasis praised the prince of Liszt so much that he was about to make him an angel in the world, and William doubted his own moral integrity.

Oh, he's out of discipline, and there's no chastity anymore.

In fact, what Demacis said to William was a compliment.

In the capital city of Bratis, the people, or the noble interests of the high-ranking elites, said of the prince - simple-minded, not talkative!

Behind their backs, they all called this Prince Liszt "Prince of Heartless Eyes".

Such a title also spread to the people with the private words of the nobles.

I don't know when it began, and the people began to secretly call this Prince Liszt the prince of the lack of heart, even if many of the prince's actions were for their good.

But it didn't work, many commoners have become accustomed to calling this kind prince the prince of the heartless eye.

It has to be said that this is an irony.

"I guess there may have been a nobleman who accidentally killed a commoner, and it may have been seen by our kind prince, so let's do justice to him." Demathes guessed cautiously.

"If that's what you said, this is really a rare nobleman." William said with a sigh.

Very few people have vested interests who betray their own interests.

William groaned for a moment, squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, and saw the scene.

A scruffy little boy wearing only a trouser pocket lay on the ground with a pale face, with a horseshoe-shaped depression in his chest, and it seemed that he had been dead for some time.

Next to the dead little boy, a dark-skinned, wrinkled middle-aged and elderly man knelt next to the little boy with a blank and deep grief on his face.

A beautiful young man in luxurious clothes, with a beautiful face and long brown hair, was glaring angrily at a middle-aged nobleman with a small mustache and well-dressed clothes in front of him.

Next to the beautiful boy is a man dressed as a guard, while next to the middle-aged nobleman is a tall white horse, and next to the tall horse is a man dressed as several attendants.