The morning at Platinum Castle is beautiful and quiet, and through the gentle light you can catch a glimpse of the sleeping city of the imperial capital. People www.biquge.info feel little peace inside, and those who wake up will feel inexplicably happy when they see the rising sun. Then this happiness quickly fades with the day's work. The toiling man didn't think too much about it, and a fierce man buried himself in his mattress, hoping that he could still feel indescribable happiness the next morning.

James Ramsden loved this morning, and like many people, the brief free time in the morning was the only thing that was lovely. With a pot of wheat grains and crushed corn in his hand, he began to sit in the courtyard of Buckingburg and entertain the foraging pigeons. It wasn't the first day, and the pigeons and other birds had already gathered in the courtyard to see James come and stir up.

"Don't worry, I can still afford bird food, enough for everyone. James said to the birds, which seemed to understand him and settled down.

Almost every morning James came to take care of the pigeons, and although many of the maids often brought them bits and pieces, it was a charity according to the mood. James couldn't beat it and fed the pigeons every day. The pigeons seemed to be waiting for James in this courtyard except for the cage.

"You can see that you like pigeons. Sam Pendragon said.

James heard him and responded, "I have loved many things in my sad life, the sun, the birds, the church, and the river. I love almost everything except people. ”

Sam found a seat on the trail and continued, "But you've been in the service of people all your life, and you'd better learn to love them. ”

"Yes, we are. James said, "We're in a huge system, all the things that I feel, what I'm in. It is all the contribution made by our ancestors, whether they are keen on it or not, we all know it because of the labor of those who are silent and silent. But is it really the case, do illiterate people know who the creators of writing are? Do atheists know who our prophets are? I have never seen a fisherman in my life, and do we know how the art of casting nets has been passed down from generation to generation? Our knowledge is always clouded, and the world is much more than that. What we know is also the result of many things that have never come into our field of vision, or things that have come into our field of vision but we have never seen with our eyes. I disdain the world, but I'm still an integral part of it, no matter how much I resist. ”

"You can continue to sigh, or you can give me some help. Sam said.

"Hahaha......" James laughed, placing the unfed basin on the ground. He moved his fat body to Sam's stone bench and said, "Why do you want my help? I mean, Marcellus, Romeo, Wesley." You can find many reliable helpers, why me?"

"I don't believe them!" Sam said.

"Oh, you don't believe them. James pretended to be surprised and said, "Tell me why you believe me?"

"Because I excluded the first few least trustworthy people, only your name remains. Sam said.

"Samuel Wesley is not trustworthy?" James quipped, "I thought he was a loyal knight, but I must have misremembered." ”

Sam corrected impatiently, "Wesley is decent on the surface, and I know he's been reaching out to Joseph McGee to help him with questions about the 'Cursed Child'. Believe me, Lord James Ramsden, the Wesleys are loyal, but they are definitely not loyal to the McGee family. ”

"And what is he loyal to?" asked James, interested.

"He is loyal to, and only to the golden crown, Lord Ramsden. Sam said, "He is pretending to give Joseph McGee a message, and I think he is using his evil sorcery to trick Prince Joseph." Sooner or later, Joseph will become his plaything. ”

"Why did he choose Prince Joseph, and Prince Padraic is the rightful heir, isn't it?" said James, "and it's hard to imagine him going to such lengths to control someone who hasn't almost ascended to the throne." ”

"That's his plan, King Padraic/Prince is in the spotlight, and anything that happens to him will cause chaos. But Prince Joseph, he is not so conspicuous. Moreover, his status as a mage allows him to tell the prince the evil words justifiably, and when the time comes, the heir to the throne is only a small obstacle. Sam said, his eyes already reflecting the scene.

"This is a serious accusation, and you'd better have some evidence to say it again. James whispered to Sam.

"I have no proof!" Sam said sternly in a whisper, "or I wouldn't have come here to ask for your help." ”

As he spoke, a pigeon landed on James's shoulder, and James had no intention of driving it away.

James put his finger to his mouth, made a 'whisper' gesture, and said, "As you can see, my lord. I'm just a useless mass of fat, and if something really happens, this thin skin and tender meat can't help but be tortured. I can't guarantee anything if something goes wrong...... But speaking of which, what exactly do you want me to help with?" the pigeon on James' shoulder also made a puzzled look.

"Kerry Romeo, he has mastered most of the unclean ways of the Imperial Capital. Sam said, "It's not that I'm exaggerating, it's hard to tell the difference between the underworld and the guards in the imperial capital, if Romeo has mastered the underworld, he will control half of the lifeblood of the city." ”

"You're not suggesting that Romeo might have instigated the guards of the imperial capital against the royal power, right?" asked James, surprised.

"It's a possibility, and it's big. I suspect that there is gold that can turn the entire empire against the king. The underworld of the city is like the ears and eyes of the city, and those things should be under the jurisdiction of Marcellus. So far, there is no obvious conflict between the two of them, and I have to understand that Romeo and Marcellus are traitors. Sam said.

"It'......s possible," James said, "and it's possible that not everybody puts the contradictions on the table like you." ”

"There's no time to discuss my problems anymore, countless enemies are ready to move. The crown of the Mackay family may soon be lost. It's like a crow eating a corpse, first tempting the dead corpse, and then feasting on it without fear. It's just that this time it's not the crow, it's the red-beaked bird. Sam said.

James drove away the pigeon on his shoulder, and said slowly, "So, is the golden lion going to rise up to guard his dying king?"

"That's right. Sam said, "And he's in need of a sword." ”

James looked at the coat of arms of the dagger on his clothes self-deprecatingly, and it seemed that he was stretched out by his own fat.

"Hahaha......" James laughed, "Justice, loyalty! Of my least favorite human beings, I have no objection to these things." ”