If everything in the world is to be maintained for a long time, there must be a certain degree of order and law.

The relationship between the number of preyers and prey, and the relationship between the high and low levels of the food chain are all in this ranks. There are not many individuals at the top of the food chain, because if they are too large, the entire ecosystem will collapse.

There seems to be something on the earth that maintains the balance of all this, so that everything can exist completely and permanently.

In human society, order is an item that people instinctively crave.

Regardless of language, culture and region, the stories that people aspire to are often inseparable from struggle and fighting. The most popular epic tales of many peoples, if explored carefully, are in fact similar, inseparable from the main theme of revenge or the restoration of the kingdom of a dead prince on a larger scale.

People yearn for the story of a hot-blooded hero who walks the world single-handedly and is happy to take revenge.

But with the exception of the North, which is as unconventional as ever, there are few stories about what these heroes became after they rebelled against the brutal royal power and ascended to the throne themselves.

A sword alone cannot kill a happy and prosperous world.

Drawing a sword to kill people and raising troops to resist can only be regarded as the beginning at best. And the one who can heal the wounds and chaos created by these wars with order, create peace and let the people live and work in peace and contentment, is the virtuous king that a country truly desires.

Heroes who fought bloodily, the founding fathers may not necessarily be able to become virtuous kings.

There are not many people with such qualifications in the entire world of Rigal for thousands of years.

In the vast majority of countries, the same use of order as a weapon, we can say unceremoniously.

They all.

Messed up.

The heels of the hard-soled cowhide boots made a crisp "Duoduo" sound on the granite floor, and the servants stood on both sides of the corridor with their heads bowed, not daring to raise their eyes. Without looking, they could feel the faint anger of the superior from the hurried footsteps of the group.

The relationship between order and chaos is not an absolute opposite.

As a representative of the state to maintain order, the strict hierarchy and various institutions are supposed to exist to maintain the smooth and effective operation of the entire country.

However, just as the structure of the armor will produce dirt over time, and if it is not cleaned, the activity will be affected.

Once order begins to sour, it will infinitely close the relationship with chaos.

"Stomp Trample-" "Tear-" Grand Master Menisdor Dragonwing ripped off the woolen cloak he used for going out with a cold face, and then threw it directly on the shelf on the side.

"Captain, calm down. Adjutant Sieg tried to persuade the group, but his own face was not much better.

"More than twenty years, Seeger, more than twenty years. The Grand Master paced back and forth anxiously, and all the dignitaries under his command stood silent in the reception room.

"After more than 20 years of peace, is it just to raise these rice buckets!" Menisto, who is in a high position and is not confused, is plain and gentle, but in front of his own people, he is angry, and he finally can't help but explode.

Suomir has a long history and a sparse population, and in order to fight against the powerful Lamanid Empire and the ethnic minorities of the Eastern Highlands, the people have been martial arts since ancient times. The royal family and nobles also strongly supported this, in order to be able to reverse the numerical balance with one enemy and five with combat effectiveness.

This gave birth to the concept of professional soldiers, and on top of this, there were various gentry classes, military attaché classes.

They were supported for a long time by various taxes, just so that one day they could defend their homes and country, and sacrifice for the land and royal power.

Then the question arises.

What would become if the country had been peaceful for a long time, and none of the military attachés would be of use?

A decrease in combat effectiveness, a decrease in vigilance, laxity, this is only one aspect.

Another thing that is very cold to say, but it is an indisputable fact, is the increase in population.

The Suomirs would marry and have children at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and the nobility would be even earlier. In addition, because the great nobles usually took concubines, it was common to have multiple heirs. Many of the Suomir nobles of the same age as the queen now have children in their late twenties, and many of their grandchildren are eleven or twelve.

The children of the nobility are born nobles. Peace without war was the greatest factor in sparing the death of the aristocratic class, whose population had grown explosively over a period of more than twenty years.

Fiefs can only be inherited by the eldest son, and daughters can also marry off. But the second sons, who could start at least three or four times, and their equally numerous children, could not remain in the realm and rely on the people on the land to provide them with luxury.

Of course, it also makes sense. During these two decades, along with the aristocratic population, Suomir's bureaucracy also grew explosively.

It's impossible to run errands, that's the work of the next person. The pampered Suomir aristocracy, the young people, each wanted to be a leader. And in order to accommodate them, all kinds of big and small leadership positions have been created by force.

Everyone has to show their leadership majesty and look at something. It's not to supervise the implementation in place, but just to show your identity and status, and make a show. In the most bloated place of the management class, a small department had only one errand worker of civilian origin, and the rest were thirty or forty aristocratic bosses who sat drinking tea and waited for him to report.

Over-inflated managers have severely reduced the level of execution in all areas. Those who do practical things take the lowest salary, run errands until they die, and often offend their aristocratic superiors because of their words or attitudes, or even their clothing, and are severely beaten.

No one would want to work in such an organization unless they had no choice. After a long time and a long time, the organizations set up by various royal families have become more and more formalized. If you don't do practical things and just show face, you are not worthy of the money you consume every year.

The mere oppression of civilians is not the worst. Aristocrats like to go through the back door, where friends and family get together. Therefore, over time, many local departments will be occupied by the children of the nobility of an entire family.

The other department was occupied by the nobility of other realms.

They brought all sorts of strife between the nobility to work as well. If the royal family issued a directive involving two feuding families, they would interfere with each other and prevent each other from being comfortable. And things naturally dragged on and on.

This is where the reason for Grand Master Menisdor's anger comes from.

Her Majesty is missing.

Although His Majesty hid from the Prime Minister when he traveled, the Prime Minister, who had seized the time to make amends, quickly sent a letter. The Dragonwing Knights garrison and local nobles along the way were notified, asking to keep an eye on them and provide defenses.

There should have been no problem with this, and through the Suomir white-feathered raven, which has excellent flight speed and full of physical strength, it will take a few hours to transmit a message at a fixed point, and His Majesty's whereabouts should have been under control.

But here's the problem.

Except for those under the direct control of the royal family and the Knights.

Suomir's communication department, a place where important information is listed in the logistics category, is naturally crowded with all kinds of nobles.

For the first time in his life—and to lie to say so—Grand Master Weimar Menisdor, Grand Master Dragonwing, wished there was a war in his country. Send all these damn idiots who have big fat butts from always sitting in chairs to the front and clean up the portals.

Three days.

As a result of the investigation, Her Majesty's whereabouts were unknown, and it took three days.

This is not the most irritating part.

It was because of their false information that Menicedo almost drew his sword and killed that man on the spot.

The entire area there was under the control of a certain duke, so the entire force was also occupied by the sons of the nobles and nobles in the dukedom.

And when Her Majesty did not appear in their territory at the estimated time, the minor nobles in the management, fearing that the above would be blamed, falsely reported the news and submitted it with "no anomalies".

Later, when the second son of the duke, the controller of the information department in the entire territory, found out about this matter, a whole day had passed. And what kind of boss has what kind of subordinates, his approach is not surprising to continue to cover up.

The entire realm was involved in falsifying and misrepresenting information to the higher-ups to believe that the queen had passed through their province safely.

It wasn't until it was expected that it should be the time to arrive in the next territory, but the only thing that Menisdor and the others were waiting for was a red letter that said, "Your Majesty has not arrived for a long time, please come quickly!", and the whole thing was exposed.

Because of the falsification of the entire territory, they had no idea where His Majesty had disappeared during the three days of his journey.

The confusion of disinformation combined with the time it took them another two days to finally speak out of fear under the power of the Dragonwing Knight.

But perhaps knowing that Menicedo had come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, the second son of the duke directly moved out his father and the knights of the entire dukedom when he met with the Grand Master, fully armed. It looked like if Grand Master Dragonwing wanted to arrest him and ask him for his guilt, Suomir's civil war would start here.

Your Majesty matters, Your Majesty matters, and at this juncture they have no energy to care about such a thing, and with a full of anger, Menisdo can only return to Talva-Suta.

"Your Excellency, Commander—" "Whew—makes you laugh." He calmed down and regained his appearance as a superior person: "Send scouts, hurry up, and the information officer will investigate and speculate that His Majesty may be missing." If all the false information is removed, Your Majesty should have lost the news here-" Menisdor pressed his finger to the northern entrance to Talva-Suta.

"That's a good thing, because it's within our sphere of influence. But it's a bad thing, because the highlanders are also in the area. ”

"Quickly lock the trace, Your Majesty is the pearl of our country, and it must not be lost!"

"Yes!!"

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Entering the end of August, Nordic Aurora is already a little cold.

After a few days of climbing and walking for another two or three days, the odds of a downhill start to rise dramatically, apparently to the north of Talva-Suta.

All three wore woollen cloaks to keep warm. Caleva is grey, while Henry and Mira are dark blue and burgundy, respectively. The two rode the horses in front, while the eldest son of the innkeeper in the back walked with the little unicorn.

Sluggish as he is, he has more or less noticed the cleverness of the little unicorn. There was always a sparkle in its beautiful eyes, and it was clearly not an ordinary foal.

It was only in hindsight that he didn't realize that this was the gorgeous white foal he had been together until he had traveled together for so long.

Caleva was also full of thoughts that Henry and Mira had already handed over the horse to their master, and that it was a camel horse that they had bought later. This also shows how superb the sage's makeup skills are.

The days of travel were lackluster, and only a fifth of the provisions brought with them were consumed. Entering autumn, Talva-Suta is full of life, and it is not difficult for them to spend a little effort hunting with light crossbows. The highest peaks of the Palohia plateau are covered with snow that melts in the sun, and most of the trails are not far from the streams.

Animals need water just like humans, and if you think about them, it's easy to find them.

The sound of horses and men walking continued, but after crossing this part of the road, first Henry, and then Mira furrowed her brows and raised her vigilance.

"Uh-what's wrong?" the dazed Galeva still had a dull face, but the wound on his hand was much better. On the way, they managed to find some honey, and although the process was a bit tricky, it not only served as a barrier to prevent bacteria from wounds, but also made the somewhat greasy biscuits a lot more delicious.

"Traces. Henry said.

"Rough marks. Mira added.

"Out of place, like you're being chased by something, no, you're hungry for something. Both stopped, rolled over and dismounted, and began to check. Kaleva leaned in, for he was standing in the middle of the road when the little unicorn came and pushed him up. Ask the young people to get to a relatively safe corner, and if they are attacked, leave it to the sage and the girl of Luo'an to solve the problem.

"The footprints are gone, but the branches are broken and the rocks are still being turned up. ”

"It's bipedal, and wild animals can't do that. ”

"Goblin, Teacher?" Mira untied her sword from her saddle and strapped it around her waist.

"Nope. Henry shook his head: "Obviously, I don't know what I'm looking for, I'm just rummaging around, which is not what a creature that lives in the wild all year round does." ”

"It's human. Mira gripped the hilt of her sword, and Kaleva swallowed.

This area has always been a battleground for soldiers, and the highlanders, not to mention, have struggled with the soldiers stationed there. And looking at Henry and Mira's analysis, these people are obviously having some problems and are looking for something hungrily.

The sound of "rustling-" suddenly sounded in the bushes beside him.

"Who!" the girl cried, then tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword further.

The sound of "——!" was obviously rushing towards this side.

"Teacher!" "Dad!"

......The person who rushed out of the bushes was a little black-haired girl with messy hair, dirty hair, and many scars.

She threw her arms around the sage's waist and uttered a single pronunciation in both the West Coast Lamanite and Suomir.

"Dad....... Dad?" Luo'an girl's face was dull.

"This ...... What's going on. Kaleva was dumbfounded.

Henry was the only one who remained calm, and he lowered his head and looked at the little girl who was holding his waist a little sluggish and flustered, but his eyes of the same color as the sage looked deeper into the woods.

"Your Highness, is it really Your Highness?——" "No, no, no—Lord Bishop, that's not—"

The wind blew through the woods, and unexpectedly, it seemed as if something was already doomed.

The two men who broke out were wearing dirty, tattered clothes.

"Dad...... Dad, not Daddy......" The little girl stepped back with a sluggish face.

The six faced each other in silence.