Traditionally, a nobleman at the level of a provincial duke has to take at least a dozen complicated steps from death to burial, consuming at least a month or so. Under the blessing of the High Order Priest, the body of the deceased is laid to rest in the church for the final soul sacrifice, during which it receives the condolences of family, friends, and even vassals, and the people of the province.

The news of the death of Duke Eudora Swindton of the Westlands soon caused a real sensation within the province and throughout the kingdom of Orem. In connection with the changes that have occurred in Oak City in recent months, as well as the relationship between Duke Eudora and the crown prince, the dukes of various provinces are shocked and choose to watch silently. With the exception of the highest-level envoys, everyone tacitly avoided the topic.

For dozens of days, the scale of the grand worship turned Nightingale into a heavy, oppressive city, whether it was the guards or civilians, and even the homeless and drunken people who once roamed the streets and alleys, everyone was immersed in the grief of the Duke's death.

But all this fell into Daruk's eyes, but there was some irony and amusement. The reason is very simple, who would have thought that the guy who cried the most fiercely was the murderer of this tragedy? I have to say that the acting skills of Earl Murrich of Fenris are perfect, this Eudora's nominal "husband" almost cried during the funeral, and his expression of extreme sadness will even make people feel that the earl will also leave with his wife because of "excessive worry".

Daruk rode his war horse and looked back at the famous city at the end of the drawbridge of the moat, and beside him, more than thirty heavily armed cavalry of the Kingdom Guard. A delicate full-body armor and a black cloak hanging from his shoulders gave the new commander of the Kingdom Guard an indifferent majesty, and his eyes radiated the most intense self-satisfaction.

These few months seemed to have brought Daruk to the pinnacle of his life, and thanks to the wise choice in the King's Hall, he not only became the commander of the garrison, but also gained the trust of the Lord Regent, Lord Donis. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he swept away all the discordant voices in the garrison, so to speak, the current kingdom garrison has completely become his own territory. At the same time, the Yoyer family's fame was unrivaled in Oak City, becoming one of the hottest wealthy families.

It was once said that power is the most enchanting poison. For Daruk, it wasn't clear if it was poison or not, but he was addicted. The fear and flattery from the eyes of others made his blood boil, and even made his soul roar with pleasure.

However, today, Daruk, who appeared in Nightingale City, also represents another identity - the regent's envoy. Because of the death of the Duke of the Province, the kingdom and the royal family must pay the utmost attention to the deceased and recognize his merits, and he also brought with him the official letter of Count Fenris's representation in the affairs of the West. On the other hand, he couldn't say it directly, he also had to escort Paislin back to Silver Oak City.

What happened in Nightingale had been told to Donis by Pesslyn in a secret letter, and no one knew what the father and son were talking about. In the same way, the courtiers in the Imperial Council kept their mouths shut with great interest. Because these people with a keen sense of smell know very well that when Paislin appeared in Nightingale City, the turmoil caused by the succession of the throne was completely settled. As for funerals, disappearances, etc., they are just lingering notes, and the end is over after all. In short, the loser leaves the battlefield, the winner is crowned king, and that's it.

So, in the name of the Imperial Council, a royal decree containing two tasks was sent to Daruk, who was still investigating the riots in the town of Kugir. As soon as he received the royal order, the commander hurried to Nightingale City, where he had been stranded for nearly ten days until now, and finally it was time to accompany Peslin back to the capital.

"For the sake of the Lord God, I can finally get out of here...... Daruk complained inwardly, he had had enough of everything here, like a fish leaving the river, and this wind-swept province really couldn't give him even the slightest favor. As he thought, he slowly lowered his gaze from the city wall. In the shadows at the city gates, he saw two figures saying goodbye.

Paislin was leisurely fiddling with the mane of his warhorse, dealing with the conversation with Aubrey next to him, his attention not at all, but slightly watching the people entering and exiting the city gates. In addition to a shallow sadness on the faces of these commoners living at the bottom of the kingdom, he saw more about the struggle of livelihood. For a moment, Peslin even felt that these poor people were the happiest beings in the world, and even if the whole kingdom was gone, they would get the purest satisfaction and happiness in the day after day.

Paislin was startled by the thought, then shook her head noncommittally. "Are you ready?" he asked, interrupting Aubrey's unusually dry parting sigh with an open mouth. Eshkant had left Nightingale early and returned to his master, and before he could make sure that his plan could be carried out without fail.

Aubrey was slightly stunned, but quickly understood what the other party meant. In fact, such a tasteless conversation made him a little embarrassed, because Peslin's identity was not disclosed, so he could only do it for him on the occasion that his father, Murich, was supposed to attend. "Rest assured, you're ready," he subconsciously wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and continued, "According to your orders, their background is extremely simple, and there will be absolutely no trouble. ”

"That's good...... When I'm gone, let's get started," Paislin nodded in satisfaction. "I've already arranged it, you just need to send someone to the place for me, and someone will be in charge of finishing it up then, so you don't have to worry about the rest. ”

"Yes, my lord!" replied Aubrey with a crisp bow, as if relieved, but he hesitated a little, and asked thoughtfully, "My lord, shall we wait any longer?" maybe, perhaps, perhaps......

Before Aubrey could finish speaking, Paislin interrupted him. "Leave that to someone else," he looked away, a nonchalant smile on his face. "They don't need it anymore, and it won't be long before anyone cares about the existence of this handful of fish that have slipped through the net. With that, he knocked his horse's belly twice and rode in the direction of Daruk.

"Understood, ......sir," Aubrey said, keeping pace with Paislin.

As their horses crossed the drawbridge, Daruch came up from afar. "Shall we go, sir?" he asked Paislin, then nodded to Aubrey behind him. Of course, from the bottom of his heart, Daruch didn't take an illegitimate son like Aubrey seriously, and the reason why he did it was only for the sake of the other party's face for sending a large sum of gold coins during this time.

"yes, it's time to go, here, there's nothing left......" Paislin said with little interest, glancing back at Nightingale City behind him. "Tell Lord Count Murich that if there is anything to do, you can write directly to the Imperial Council. I believe that with the support from Oak City, his life should not be difficult. ”

"Yes, my lordship, I will convey it to the Earl without a word. "Once again, I would like to express my sincerest thanks to you for your smooth journey, my lord!"

Paislin didn't say anything more, just took a deep look at Aubrey, in fact, he didn't care about whether the two father and son from the Dvikule family would have a good life in the future. He simply hoped that his father, Donis, would be able to take off the regent's hat and take the throne in the past few years, so that they could keep the Western Province away from the war, and at least be able to control Kereni and Teresa, who had fled back to the Red Keep. As for the future, it doesn't matter whether the Western Province can continue or be completely carved up.

Looking at Aubrey's increasingly nervous face, Paislin thought his goal had been achieved. "Let's go, Lord Daruk!" he said, turning to the Garrison Commander.

"Yes, my lord!" Daruch turned his horse's head and swept his gaze over the cavalry beside him, and almost at the same time, more than thirty riders moved in unison, and ran down the main road first. At the head of the procession, the flag bearer's hand undulated in the wind, with the bright golden oak crown emblem painted on a dark red background.

Pacewoodland looked at the emblem that symbolized the royal family of Orem, laughed excitedly, and chased after him with a clenched grip on the reins.

Daruch quickly followed, and as he rode on, he asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "My lord, it seems that you are in a very good mood?"

"Pretty good, of course, my dear Lord Daruch, I'm in a good mood!" said Paislin, looking back, her hair sticking to his increasingly resolute cheeks, and her bright blue eyes, which shone with a sharp light. The light was so fierce and scorching that it even made Daruk feel humbled and palpitated for a moment, and almost subconsciously, the commander of the garrison shrank up, as if prostrate and worshipped.

Paislin turned her head and licked her tongue against her thin lips. He remembered everything that had happened in the past few months, whether it was the riots in the town of Kugil, or what happened in the Dead Fog Swamp, or even the improvisation in the bleak mountain pass, he had survived and emerged victorious. "Some people's fate is destined to fall, and my world is just beginning to ...... under my feet!" he thought to himself, looking ahead, the road ahead of the smoke.