Dylan looked at himself in the mirror, this young man with a dazed expression and wandering eyes made him feel strange, "When can I see my lords?"

"Anytime. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Queen Diane said kindly, with the gentlest smile of a mother who was about to give away her reward and fulfill her promise.

"I'm not talking about John, Fouquet and your lord, I'm talking about mine. Dylan sarcastically said that they were all a group of villains with inflammatory tendencies, and there were many despicable fellows who tossed and turned between the three, but except for the knights under the command of the person whom Queen Diane loved so much, the loyalty, at least the superficial and verbal loyalty to King John, almost did not get any good results, and just before the coronation, there was a group of lords who agreed or acquiesced to King John's request, and made their daughter or niece a mistress with no identity, watching their once pampered child die tragically after suffering terrible torture-- Some of them were sent to King John through the hands of Princess Diane, now Queen Mother.

Dylan didn't sympathize with them, they had just made a deal with their daughter/niece, and it almost succeeded, and if King John hadn't lost the control and thinking he had lost because of his weak body, and the herbs he had been taking in large quantities in wine and tobacco, he might have been able to become a king.

"Those are just alarmist liars. Queen Diane said.

"You executed them?" Dylan asked, not surprised that Queen Mother Diane had done anything now.

"Not yet. Queen Diane said.

Dylan turned to look at his mother, and after losing hope of Morton Don Crane, Dylan's admiration for his parents was all poured into Diane, and Diane seemed to be the same, they were each other's arms and only support.

"Let me meet them. ”

"Yes," said Queen Diane reluctantly, "but Dylan, remember that you are already the king of the Norman Highlands, and that you are no longer just a Thundercastle that needs you. ”

But Thunder Castle is the most important piece of armor for the Normans in the Highlands, and without Thunder Castle, the orcs can drive down at any time and attack the royal capital. But Dylan didn't say anything, there was no need, if Queen Mother Diane could understand and understand this, Dylan would not have been born at all, or, at least, an illegitimate child who would bring shame to the Don Clay family and Morton himself, should be a dispensable second or third son, rather than having the status of the eldest son who could inherit the domain of Morton Don Clay, the surname and the bloodline.

It was only after a harsh winter in Castle Thunder that Dylan realized how much shame and hurt his mother had inflicted on Donclave, and he found that his original vision was not as complete as he thought it would be. But when he tried to talk to someone, he found that those who could help and advise him had long since been banished from Thundercastle by him and his henchmen, along with their families, and had either died in the wilderness outside Thundercastle, been captured as slaves, or returned to Berdwin, knowing that he had a generous friend who had given him his rich lands, and that Berdwin was sheltering Normans who had been forced into exile without limit.

Fortunately, on the road from Thunder Castle to the royal capital, that is, in the territory of Morton Don Crane, there are the lords whom he personally divided, they were all knights who followed him, or now, their soldiers and serfs not only need to protect the lord's territory, but also go to reinforcements and battles when Thunder Castle is tight, Dylan was anxious that he could not cut off these hard thorns like he did with civilians and ordinary soldiers and knights, but now he is happy.

He really didn't want to be the kind of people who were being detained by Queen Diane, but he had a vague feeling that these people were indeed the people he thought.

"I'm going to see them soon. ”

A hint of gloom flashed in Queen Diane's eyes: "Well, you can see them immediately." Let my knight take you. ”

Dylan stood up and bowed to the Queen Mother, and before hurrying away, he looked back and gave his mother a parting glance, and found that the pupils of Queen Diane's eyes had shrunk to the size of a pinpoint in the last light of the day, and he hesitated, but the knight had already appeared at the end of the corridor, and Dylan hesitated for a moment and followed the knight away, but he remembered it.

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The vassals of the Doncre family were not treated too badly, and the Queen Mother certainly guessed that her son, the new king of Norman, would see them as soon as the coronation was over, they were not tortured, they had water and food, and a blazing coal-burning basin, but they looked no better than the nobles who had watched a show of abuse before the ceremony.

"We should probably call you Your Majesty by now. One of them said.

"Your Majesty Norman. Dylan said eagerly, "I am still your lord." ”

"It's that bastard's, too!" one shouted, and Dylan looked over, the latter hidden, and he saw those eyes, those distrustful looks, and knew that he was completely self-inflicted.

"What did he do?"

"Seize our stockpiles, weapons, horses, and anything else that can be exchanged for a copper coin. The Lord said slowly, his tone making Dylan realize that the men might have thought that the agent was acting at his behest: "plundering our serfs and commoners, extorting our merchants, taking our children hostage......"

"It's not my will. ”

"It doesn't matter anymore," said the head of the lord, "the important thing is that we have nothing left, Your Majesty, as you can see, there is nothing but a naked body. "The horses and food were managed by the merchants.

"But we have come to seek you," said the other lord, "not for the injustices, but for our knights and soldiers, who have no horses, no weapons, no armor, and are in hard labor like the most despicable slaves." What do you want to build, a palace, and now that you have a whole royal court, can you let these brave men do what they really have to do? ”

Dylan only felt an unbearable wave of vertigo and darkness enveloping him, "I will ...... immediately," he gasped, "I will immediately issue a decree for my mage to deal with this matter." ”

"That's good. The lords looked at him suspiciously.

Dylan left the room in such a hurry as if he had fled, forgetting to even tell the knights to restore the lord's freedom.

"Your Majesty. ”

Dylan looked up, and he saw Rika, another disciple of his mentor, a warlock, more intelligent and powerful than him, he used to be as jealous of Ryka as he was with Birdwin, because he knew very well that although the mentor was simply kind to him, in the guru's heart, it was obvious that this one disciple was more in line with his heart, which was why he was trying to compete for more power, if he couldn't compare to a dragonborn in terms of talent for spells, then what about his identity and status?

Ricka's appearance made Dylan creepy and he didn't forget that Ricka was one of the spellcasters who guarded the Thundercastle formation.

"Castle Thunder......" Dylan said in a hoarse voice, "How's Castle Thunder?"

With an indescribable look, Ricka approached Dylan and grabbed his arm, as if the bad news he brought would cause Dylan to fall: "Your Majesty......"

"How's Thundercastle going!?"

"I'm sorry," Ricka said, "Thundercastle is finished." ”

At the same time as these words fell, a magic dagger pierced Dylan's abdomen. (To be continued.) )