Garu Mikla, the eldest son of Grand Duke Mikla, ruler of the Western Frontier of the Human Kingdom, and the first in line to the title of Grand Duke Mikla. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A heroic and generous man, Garu's warlike style was fully inherited from him, and he was a natural warrior who, at the age of fifteen, defeated several of the swordsmanship instructors hired by his father.

When Garu came of age, when he heard that his neighbors in the northwest, the dwarves living in the underground cities of the Lordaan Mountains, were born warriors, he actually took his squire and ran to challenge the most powerful warrior of the dwarves, that is, their king Novat!

As a result, he didn't even see King Novat's people, and was beaten all over the ground by other dwarves, and if his attendants hadn't reported Garu's identity, he was afraid that he would be crippled by the group of dwarves.

On September 6th, the Western Territory, which has been in a cold winter all year round, has rarely had a little warmth in these months, and today, Garu came to the knight training ground early in the morning, as usual, and was preparing for a day of knightly training, but Baron Reizie, the chief of guard of the Grand Duke of Michael, found him at this time.

"Lord Garru, the Grand Duke asked you to come over!" Baron Reizie directly stated the purpose of his visit to Garru.

Garu frowned and asked, "Now?"

"Yes, the Grand Duke is waiting for you in the study!" Baron Reich nodded.

Garu was stunned for a moment, stopped the movement in his hand, and the attendant behind him hurriedly came over and finished the weapon in his hand!

"Let's go, then!" Although the interruption of training made Garu unhappy, he knew that his father would not call him at this time if he didn't have anything important.

Grand Duke Mikla's study is very simple, except for the table and chairs, there is only a bookcase and a wine cabinet left, a bit like the feeling of the commander's tent in the barracks, and what is even more strange is that his study is not equipped with a door.

Garu walked into the study, sat casually on a chair next to the conference table, and asked, "Father, are you looking for me?"

When Grand Duke Mikla heard his son's voice, he stopped what he was doing and looked up at Garu, who had a high nose and a beard covering most of his cheeks, which made his eyes brighter.

"I just received news from the border that His Majesty the King is coming to our city of Karon!

Grand Duke Mikla's face was more serious than ever.

"Huh?" Garu obviously didn't react, "Your Majesty, come to our Karen City?" he frowned, looked down and thought for a while, then suddenly looked up at his father and said, "Your Majesty wants you to be the Prime Minister of the Kingdom?"

Grand Duke Mikra nodded appreciatively, and although Garu looked rough, he was not stupid.

"They have sent at least five waves of envoys some time ago, all of whom invited me to the royal capital of Suke City, but I ignored it, but I didn't expect that in exchange, His Majesty the King would come to invite me personally!"

Garu walked to the wine cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of red wine, and said, "It seems that the current situation in the royal capital is very bad, I suggest that my father should not go, you can refuse!"

Archduke Micha took the red wine handed over by Garu and took a sip, many people in the Westland love to drink, and it doesn't matter if it's morning or night, because it keeps the body warm.

"We'll see when the time comes!" said Grand Duke Mikla's tone casually.

Garu knew that His Majesty had come to invite him personally, and with his father's character, he would probably not refuse.

At noon on September 8, 1211 in the continental calendar, King Laubert's royal car, after more than half a month's journey, finally arrived at the city of Karen, the center of power in the west, and this time he came with Queen Diber and Prince Sinda.

Archduke Michaela led his entire family, as well as all the great nobles of the West, to greet King Laubert outside the city of Karen, and that evening, in Kalunburg, Grand Duke Mikla held a grand welcome banquet for the king's arrival.

King Laubert and Grand Duke Mikla had not seen each other for nearly ten years, and the two former comrades-in-arms in the army had met again, but they had long since lost their former casualness.

Early the next morning, the two of them, Grand Duke Mikla and the Kingdom of Laubert, left all their followers and took dozens of guards to hunt in the noble hunting grounds outside the city.

King Laubert's archery skills were noticeably inferior to those of the past, and most of his prey was hunted by Grand Duke Mikla.

After only an hour, King Laubert threw away his bow and arrows and drove his horse to the makeshift camp of the guards. Returning to the camp, the two dismounted and put the guards on guard, and Grand Duke Mikla intended to handle the prey himself.

King Laubert is obviously a little fat now, and he will pant for breath when he walks two steps, which makes Archduke Michaela frown, and King Laubert laughs "haha": "What, Rick, I am too fat?"

Grand Duke Micha actually nodded directly, "You should exercise your muscles, Your Majesty!"

"I haven't been armed with a sword since I became king!" said King Laubert, shaking his head.

"I've heard some rumors about you, and you've changed a lot!"

When King Laubert heard this, he shook his head, looked up at the sky, and said, "I haven't changed, I've always been like this, but before I became king, I was just disguising myself!"

Grand Duke Mikla was stunned for a moment, then smiled and did not dwell on the topic.

King Laubert found a place to sit down, patted his round belly, and said, "You should come to the royal capital to help me, now the whole king is in a mess, and one person needs to manage it!"

As if he had not heard, Grand Duke Mikra continued to fiddle with the carcass of his prey.

"If you don't agree, I'll have to let Tus Garra go up, I don't trust many people, you know!" continued King Laubert.

Hearing this, Grand Duke Mikla stopped the movement of his hand, and he said slowly: "Count Gara has a unique view on business management, but if he is made the prime minister of the kingdom, his radical methods will stimulate more contradictions and be even more unfavorable to you!"

"But now I can't find anyone else who is suitable for this position but you and him!" said King Laubert, helpless.

Grand Duke Micha wiped the blood stains of the prey on his hands, and then said: "I promise to go to the royal capital with you, the orc tribe has been moving quite a lot recently, and there can be no problems within our kingdom now!"

"Really?" King Laubert only cared about whether the Grand Guild of Mikla would go to the royal capital now, and as for the situation on the orc's side, he didn't care too much.

"You know, I'm never kidding!"

After saying this, the Grand Duke of Mikla called a few nearby guards to come over and help roast the prey.

On the 10th of September, King Laubert's mighty procession returned to the royal capital after only two days in the city of Karen, and the Grand Duke of Mikla, in the astonishment of the nobles of the West, also decided to go to the royal capital at the invitation of King Laubert.

Gray, thousands of miles away, welcomed the Earl of Lockton and Miss Nessa in Harrence on this day, as well as the envoy of the Grand Duke DeLooney.