Tens of thousands of cattle and sheep were driven out of the city gates, and Simon followed Dracula and limped towards the palace on the hill.

Simon didn't have much hatred in his heart, because this is a world where the strong are respected, and even the unruly Bulgers will show their humble respect to the strong.

And the Prince Dracula in front of him is obviously unbelievably powerful, even enough to crush hundreds of cavalry, just like a mythical demon god.

Simon walked down the avenue in a circle, the spear in his hand using as a crutch.

Simon first thought that his tiger might was still there, but after several patrolling guards also cast trembling eyes, Simon realized that these people were not afraid of himself, but the Prince Dracula who was walking in front.

Fear knows no borders, and looking at the awe-inspiring gazes cast by countless people, Simon feels that the terror contained in this Prince Dracula may be difficult to resist even in the same camp. And being able to pick up a life in the hands of such a person is also a great blessing.

Simon couldn't help but think wildly in his heart, in this uncalm mood, the two of them went through the layers of guards. At the time of the stop, already standing in a palace.

In the spacious hall, a young man sits on a dragon chair with a book in his hand, and an old monk wearing a monk's robe stands beside him.

On either side of the main hall, three steps away, stood a warrior wrapped in iron armor.

One by one, these heavily armored warriors held their swords and did not move, only vigilant eyes kept patrolling. And because of the obscuration of the books, Simon couldn't see the face of the person sitting on the dragon chair clearly, so he could only sweep his gaze over the body of the ironclad guard, and stay on the monk who bowed his head and chanted.

"Hmm!"

The old monk slowly raised his head under Simon's gaze, and his two intertwined eyebrows looked fierce. It was just a simple 'um' word, and Simon felt as if a large rock had been pressed on his chest, and he had the illusion of being targeted by a natural predator.

Feeling the strange feeling of depression in his heart, Simon quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it again.

But the fear after the eye contact this time made Simon's mood unable to calm down for a long time, and the hairs on his body stood up.

"What the hell is this place? Who are these people? ”

Simon's legs were trembling uncontrollably, and the old monk's gaze just now condensed in his heart for a long time, and the more he thought about Simon, the more frightened he felt, and he was restless for a while.

Under Simon's restrained demeanor, Dracula, who was walking in the main hall, took two steps forward, and knelt down on one knee with a flick of the bright red cloak behind him: "Your Majesty, Simon, the leader of the Bulgers, come to meet you!" ”

"Simon! Is that Simon standing? ”

On the dragon chair, the book in Zhang Yao's hand was put aside, his fingers tapped on the cold dragon chair, and he looked at Simon standing below with a smile on his face.

Simon was slightly stunned in Zhang Yao's words, only to see Dracula in front of him kneeling on one knee and not looking at himself, and the old monk who had just scared his legs was even more half-squinted and looked at him again, with an indescribable deep meaning in his eyes.

All eyes in the entire hall were on Simon, and the longer Simon stood there, the more sweat on his face grew. Especially under the gaze of Pudu Cihang, Simon's back was wet with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Simon gritted his teeth and insisted under the countless gazes, which seemed to be pressed on his body as if they were substantial, making Simon's legs want to bend down to relieve this pressure.

"There's one standing down there, but Simon?"

Zhang Yao's tone became colder and colder, Simon only felt that his body suddenly felt as if he was pressed against a mountain, and his eyes also seemed to see the tragic scene of the Bulg tribe being razed to the ground by the army.

The illusion in his body and eyes was so real that Simon's legs could no longer bear such double pressure, and he fell to his knees with a pop.

The moment he knelt down, the pressure on Simon's body was suddenly relieved.

His pale face seemed to be suffering from a serious illness, and he could no longer see a trace of blood.

"It's Simon on his knees!" Simon closed his eyes, and as he spoke, he felt as if something had disappeared from his body, and his whole heart was empty, and there was no longer the fullness he had before.

Simon knows what has disappeared from him, what has disappeared is his dignity, what has disappeared is his courage.

"It's Simon on his knees!" Zhang Yao was very satisfied with Simon's answer, and waved his hand: "Get up!" ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

At Zhang Yao's words, Dracula shook his cloak and stood up, while Simon remained on his knees, as if he hadn't heard.

"Simon, who is kneeling, get up too!"

Looking at Simon, who couldn't kneel for a long time, Zhang Yao slowly hooked his fingers.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Simon looked bitter, but after standing up, the originally straight spine seemed to have been bent by three points by a heavy object, and it was no longer as tall as before.

Zhang Yao didn't pay attention to Simon's feelings, he slowly stood up from the dragon chair, walked down the steps step by step, and whispered.

"Simon, you have to remember that those who know the times are the ones who are handsome. And I can tell you the truth, and that is that tigers don't live in packs! ”

Zhang Yao's words resounded in Simon's ears, and Simon trembled with anger in these hidden mocking words, and his fists clenched and released several times.

At this time, Simon wanted to come and kill the king, but reason was telling him that he couldn't do it, because he didn't have the strength to ignore everything.

Just as Zhang Yao said before, tigers do not live in groups, and he, the tiger who chooses to live in groups, needs to be responsible for his own population.

"The king of Rohan is old, and I am still young. Simon, you tell me, who are you willing to be loyal to? Is it an old Xiyodon who can't get on a horse, or is it the Lord of the East Rising in front of you? ”

The scepter in Zhang Yao's hand rose slightly, lifting Simon's chin so that he could only look into his own eyes.

Simon looked at Zhang Yao in front of him, a sense of humiliation filled his heart, and he wanted to refute loudly several times, but he couldn't open his mouth when the words came to his mouth.

Rohan's king, Theodon, is old, and it is unknown who will be the king. And the young lord in front of him has strength and ambition, coupled with the god-like Prince Dracula and the mysterious national teacher, Simon knows that there is not much room for him to choose.

Simon is caught in an inner war, and agreeing would mean betraying the king of the steppe. If he doesn't agree, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of this hall alive today, and even his own people will have to pay the price for today's words and deeds.

"Smack!"

In Simon's repeated consideration, Zhang Yao clapped his hands gently, and then four sturdy soldiers staggered into the hall carrying a large box.

The box carried by the four soldiers was more than a meter long, and there was a muffled sound when it was put down, symbolizing that the contents of the box were definitely not light.

"Open it and take a look!" Zhang Yao waved back the four soldiers who came in carrying the box, looked at Simon and pointed to the black wooden box in front of him.

Simon was slightly stunned at Zhang Yao's words, then took two steps forward and put his hand on the box, and slowly opened the black box at Zhang Yao's signal.

Illuminated by the torches around it, the chest glows with a striking golden glow as soon as it is opened.

A golden glow emanated from the chest, and the entire chest was filled with golden coins, almost blinding Simon's eyes.

"What can Siyoton give you! All he can give you is a verbal reward, because you Bulgers are just a dog by his side! ”

Zhang Yao stretched out his hand and inserted it into the gold coins in the box, as if he was playing in the water by the river, and kept grabbing and throwing the gold coins in his hand, and there was already a crisp collision sound resounding in the hall.

"Listen, do you hear the gold coins calling you?"

Zhang Yao closed his eyes as if listening, and the gold coins in his hands rattled, interweaving the most beautiful music in the world.

Looking at the box full of gold coins, Simon's breathing was noticeably shorter.

As a nomadic people, gold coins are always something they desire but can't obtain. Because every year the cattle and sheep they harvest will be exchanged for various supplies, and even if there is a surplus, it will be exchanged for food for the winter, instead of these golden little sweethearts in front of them.

"Simon, tell me, who are you willing to be loyal to!"

Zhang Yao slowly opened his mouth to ask again, and this time Simon took a few deep breaths in a row and replied in a trill: "It's you, the great King of the Rising Sun, and the Bulgers are willing to be loyal to you!" ”

ps;

Now that we're in sixth place in the new book category, our goal is to break into the top three and win the championship in one fell swoop.

Everyone, help me, let's rush!