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"People are preparing for your coronation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info," said the maid.

Dylan stood up and walked in the direction of the terrace, the maid raised her head slightly, she was also a mage, her hands hidden in her wide sleeves pinched the spell casting materials, "What," Dylan noticed a slight fluctuation in the air, "Isn't this allowed?"

"Do as you wish," said the maid gently, "but please don't stay too long, for you and your mother have many enemies, and they don't want you to be king." ”

Dylan smiled bitterly, since when did he become as vigilant and cautious in Norman, in his own country, in his royal capital, and in front of his people as he was in front of the enemy? Dylan, as a child, often leaned by the window and watched the old king go hunting with his amiable subjects with great pomp, or simply run, except for the knights and sumptuous clothes that surrounded him, he did not look very different from an ordinary Norman male, and his subjects, like Dylan, clinged to the windowsills or the edge of the terraces, or crowded on both sides of the road, throwing handkerchiefs at their kings, flowers, and other cute knick-knacks.

At that time, as long as Morton Donclay was in the annual injunction, he would have followed the king to the right of the king, which was a noble position, and only trusted people were allowed to be there, because the hand that the king used to draw his sword was his right hand - and then this man became Berdwin, who had the same gray hair and gray eyes as Morton Donclay, and Dylan was always surrounded only by her mother and Fouquet.

The young man with a pair of turquoise eyes felt a sharp pain from the depths of his heart, but he didn't know which one it was for, Morton, or Fouquet? He had an indescribable discouragement for a while, why should he take on the burden they had entrusted him? Neither Castle Thunder nor Norman, nor how well Dylan could do it, a father in name or in fact could never be seen again. But just as he hesitated, the maid made a choice for him—she stepped forward and lifted the curtain, and the bright sky light poured into the room, a light completely different from fluorite that made Dylan's eyes tingle slightly, and he reached out a hand, pressed it down, and then pushed open the heavy door and walked out before the curtain was lowered again.

The shape of a male and a female bear was bent into gilded brass bars, and the tall double doors inlaid with glass of various colors closed silently behind the maid, and she looked around and stood beside a monster carved in stone, so that Dylan could not easily see her, but she could see every move of the young nobleman—she did not like Dylan, and Dylan's pain seemed to her to be a moaning without disease. She was a mage, but unfortunately her parents were a humble pair of craftsmen who made rakes and plowshares for the commoners, and were not even qualified to make horseshoes or arrowheads for the lords, so when a mage discovered that she had the gift of a spellcaster, her parents were glad to get a bag of copper coins and a mouth to eat. Her mentor can't be said to be a bad person, but because he is not a bad person, he died quickly, and she had to sell everything she could to support herself - a female mage can still arouse the interest of many nobles, but while satisfying her appetite, she is also busy accumulating her own strength, yes, just accumulating, do you think mage is a glorious and glorious profession? For her, the mage only shines in the eyes of many people, and that is because on the long road to becoming a mage, the gold coins invested like flowing water can melt to create a golden statue of the same size as him.

She has met good people, she has met evil people, she has been a good person, and she has been a wicked person, and the best years have been quietly lost in the struggle, leaving her with only bitter and sharp dregs. She didn't understand that anyone could do that...... Hypocritically, the first half of her difficult life told her to hold on to it as long as someone was willing to reach out, and her master Diane was almost prostrate in front of Dylan, bare his snow-white back, and let her son step on his body up the stairs in front of the throne, while he was still hesitating and inexplicably lingering.

Interestingly, it was none other than Dylan who recruited her, and he recruited her and two other female mages just for her mother Diane, after all, male mages can't guard the eldest princess all the time, but among the three people, the only person who is valued and trusted by Diane is her, so she was sent to watch her son.

"What are they doing?" was Dylan's second question today.

The maid just walked over and glanced at it casually: "Spread gold and silver leaf on the statue." She looked a little further away: "And silk, it is said that the Seris have a very important festival in the depths of winter, so in order to decorate the bare branches, they will decorate them with leaves and flowers cut from silk, for which His Majesty has made a special reward for the capture of several Seris, not farmers, but extremely skilled craftsmen and weavers, and two hundred girls are following them to study." ”

"It's too extravagant!"

"But this is the will of the Norman rulers, and we are all to obey," said the maid, "and if you feel that something is wrong, you can change it when you become king, but for now, you just have to wait in peace." ”

Originally, Norman did not have such strict laws requiring people to dismount and walk after entering the royal capital, but these innocuous small details were rudely supplemented or modified by King John and Diane, and the people who entered the royal capital not only had to dismount and walk, but also handed over crossbows and weapons that were higher than their waists, and broadswords and spears were of course among them, which caused the dissatisfaction of many knights and lords, but Her Majesty felt that it was forgiving enough to allow them to enter the royal capital with daggers and short swords, after all, it was also a very dangerous weapon。

And this group, weather-drenched, dressed in dull leather armor polished by dust, and cloaked in gray-yellow cotton cloaks, the leader of whom had a coat of arms hanging on his chest to show that they were not ordinary commoners, and that Dylan knew them, and they were lords and knights of the realms between Castle Thunder and the royal capital, and some of them who had stubbornly remained loyal after the death of the old king had died by various accidents and accidents, and their realms were either given to his favorites by the new king, or quietly occupied by Diane's men, while others could only be said to be temporarily subjugated, or more accuratelyPerhaps because their age has given them enough tactfulness and cunning to show their fangs and wag their tails so that the greedy villains can neither catch their weaknesses nor find suitable excuses, so they have to back down first.

Dylan's mother, Princess Diane, and King John had asked Dylan to try to dispose of these people, but Dylan, who had always been mild-mannered, did not give an inch in this matter, these people were not Vassals of Baldwin, but courtiers of the Don Cree family, he believed that he was going to inherit Don Cree's surname after all, and died as a Don Cree, what happened when he couldn't care about it was impossible to investigate, but he would never allow these people to die in vain in conspiracy and suspicion.

"Let these people come to me. Dylan said.

The maid obeyed his orders, but just as Dylan watched as the men stepped into the shadow cast by the tower where he was located, bad news befell him - the attendant informed him that his mother, Her Majesty the Norman Queen, had been assassinated.

Dylan galloped away, he saw Diane, who had been assassinated, but luckily did not die or was seriously injured, the priests prayed beside her, the magic made her eyes open instantly, her injuries were healed, and the blood that was lost was always replenished.

But she held Dylan's hand and refused to let go, and even asked the priest of the god of death, Cranvo, to come just in case, and Dylan had no choice but to spend the whole night half-lying beside her, and when he returned to his room, the men had long since left, and he knew that his attendants were lying—they didn't look like they had come to a coronation, and their eyes and demeanors were full of melancholy and eagerness, and if these people were looking for him, then it was only possible that something was wrong with Thundercastle.

"Tell me. Dylan said, "Is something happening to Castle Thunder?"

"No," the maid said quickly, "by my strength," this was a very serious oath for a spellcaster, and Dylan's heart calmed down a little: "They have come looking for you," the maid said, "because the agents you left behind in Thundercastle seem too shameless and greedy," she briefly distilled the information she had obtained from the mouths of those people:" He was plundering every copper coin, and the checkpoints of Thundercastle would be set a thousand feet outside the city, and the merchants would be able to see no less than three soldiers within a thousand feet, and their stewards would find it hard to buy even cheap salt - everything was getting expensive. ”

"Are you sure it's not Castle Thunder?" Dylan asked, staring into her eyes, "Isn't the protective formation being touched?"

"The orcs are unusually quiet, as they told me," said the maid, "Your Highness, winter has come very late this year, and the orcs have already suffered two heavy blows, so they may not come." ”

"They're coming. Dylan said.

"But there are your mages and formations, and they are mountains and ravines that they will never be able to overcome. The maid said in a tone of persuasion to a disobedient boy, "Your Majesty has promised them that it is a great honor that they may be the first group of people you will ever meet, as long as you are safe and secure as the new king of Norman." ”

"I want to see them now. ”

"After the coronation," said the maid patiently, as if to say, "you can't eat candy at night, but if you obediently go to bed, then you will get two pieces of candy tomorrow." "You don't have to wait long, the ceremony is less than two days away, and even if the orcs go on the offensive...... Don't you believe that omnipotent magic can block or even repel them?"

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The soldier paced the triple walls of Thunder Castle, he was very young, the soldiers of Thunder Castle were very young, because the experienced veterans were almost all banished with the knights loyal to Birdwin, or were deliberately consumed in the frontal battle with the orcs, and Dylan did not relent, anyway, Thunder Castle and the humans will no longer rely on soldiers and elves, but magic, and the people who manipulate magic.

The clouds were as heavy as the previous days, and the soldier looked up at the sky, there was no moonlight or starlight, and it was dark and dreary beyond the torches, and he looked at the pass, where there was no reflection of weapons or minions, and there was silence all around, and he was a little relieved.

"Don't you want to sleep for a while?" asked his companion in a low voice, grimacing. They all knew that Thunder Castle was protected by an invulnerable magic formation, stronger and safer than any other fortress.

The soldier shook his head, he didn't know why, he had been thinking of the tall and ugly Norman woman lately, his child had not yet been born, but he always uncontrollably associated it with that woman.

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