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"I didn't expect that I'm going to be tricked by someone too!"

Duaisari drooped his head and was driven forward by several Zhivading City guards, passing by the most prosperous commercial street in Zhivading City, and countless people on the side of the road looked at the miserable Duisari with mocking eyes, this was already the eighth unlucky guy this month

The Samoorians generally do not use violence, and such an unfortunate encounter only shows that you have offended the reputation of one of them, and this is not the first time that such a situation has occurred, and often after being dragged out for a walk, people will be released, and in this regard, the Samorian people are obviously much better than the lords in other regions who have to cut off people's heads at every turn

The envoy emblem specially worn on Duisari's body has long been torn off, his body is covered with countless gray footprints, his whole head is bigger than usual, sweat flows down his forehead, flows through the red and swollen wound on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitch in pain, for the face-loving Kyoto aristocracy, the scene just now is terrible, but now such a disguised parade of face is more terrible than hell,

When Duisari rushed to the gate of the destination Zhivadine after several days of continuous travel, and cautiously asked "the idiot who peed at the head of the city", the city guard guarding the gate did not respond, but shouted with an idiot look, "There is another person here who said that person"

The nearby city guards immediately rushed up and knocked him to the ground, and his fists rained down like raindrops, and the inexplicable Duesari could only hold his head in pain and let out a pig-killing scream

"You can't do that. I'm the King's Envoy! I'm the King's Envoy."

"Phew, the king's envoy, even if the king's majesty comes, it's useless, our adults said, whoever dares to talk about this matter in the street again, will beat him into a pig's head!"

The captain of the city guard kicked viciously a few times before he stopped and pointed at Duisari, who had already curled up

"Search carefully!, see if there is anything to prove your identity, if it is a nobleman, drag it to the streets, if it is just a small landlord who has no knowledge, let him go!"

"My lord, I found this on him" The city guard took out the document on Duesari's chest, and the captain of the city guard opened it and looked at it, the official text with beautiful writing on it was no different from a tadpole in the eyes of the captain of the city guard, and the soldiers of Satamory were originally peasants, and there were few people who knew the words, not to mention the twisted official documents on the kingdom documents, but on the noble coat of arms covered under the documents, the heraldic arc grass stem representing the noble rank was still known, and the city guards saw a lot of things on the caravan certificates of the nobles

"One, two, three......" The eight highest-ranking grass stems and leaves startled the captain of the city guard, "This guy can't really be a king, right?"

"Take this thing well! it's none of my business if it's gone!" the captain of the city guard looked nervous and stuffed the paperwork back into Duai Saari's arms, although the nobles were not taken seriously in the hearts of the Samori soldiers, but the noble king still had some position, after all, it was the nominal highest class, synonymous with the glory and reputation of the kingdom, and the Samoriel soldiers from peasant backgrounds were not yet arrogant enough to trample the royal authority on the ground

"This is a big man, a few of you send him to the legion headquarters, the captain of the city guard turned around, waved his hand at a few city guards behind him, and finally solemnly admonished, "Remember to pass from South Street, where there are few people and cars, so as not to be dangerous!"

Duisari's journey to hell unfolded in this way, and seeing the crowd of people around him, pointing and pointing, Duesari even had the heart to die, "I am destined to become the most popular laughing stock in Kyoto this year!"

"I'm really sorry, my lord is not in Zhivading City" Siddock, the herald of the legion headquarters, looked at Duaisari who was full of wolves, with a professional smile on his face, just now the city guard reported that a big nobleman from Kyoto was escorted, and the legion arranged for Siddock, who is responsible for receiving the merchant group every day, to receive a large number of merchants every day, Siddock has already perfected the smile exercise, "If you have anything, you can tell me, and when the adult comes back, I will tell him"

"Can His Majesty's order also be relayed?" Duisari held a fire in his heart, but was blocked by Siddock's charming smile, and took out the document signed by the king himself from his bosom angrily: "I am the envoy of His Majesty the King, and I have important orders that need to be personally informed to the Marquis of Dustan"

"The King's Envoy!" Seedock didn't expect the other party's origin to be so big, and couldn't help frowning slightly, such a big injustice should be handled by the Lord himself, "If that's the case, then the only way to do it is to trouble the envoy to run again, the Lord has already gone to the South Iva Cha yesterday, you know, there is a grand knightly competition there in late July!" Seedock expressed regret helplessly, and deliberately accentuated the word "grand" in his colloquial language, which was not without a bit of sarcasm,

"Grand knight tournament!" Du Aisari stayed there with a stunned face, he was just a small person in Kyoto, how could he know that the great changes that were taking place in the entire kingdom, in his heart, Kyoto was still the center of the kingdom, and all glory should be attributed to Kyoto, and only Kyoto was qualified to hold a knightly tournament, but the other party told him that Kyoto was no longer the center of the glory of the kingdom

The small southern town of Nichiwa can hold a knightly tournament that can be described as grand, which is a 100-year-old patent in Kyoto

"The world has changed!"

Duisari's face became ugly, the pride of the Kyoto aristocracy in his heart had been lost, and the status of the envoy who he thought was a glorious envoy now seemed not much better than the ruined grocery store owner on the side of the road

"In that case, I'll go to Rivacheze!" Duisari stood up and took his leave, anyway, he still had to hand over this nasty document to the Marquis Dustan, the bounty given by the nobles of Kyoto was not a small amount, enough for himself to eat and drink for three years.

The fat man rode on the horse, the cool wind blew by, the construction in the territory was in full swing, the invitation of the Southern Riwa Che had been sent for more than half a month, and there were six days to the date of the Riwa Che Che Knight's Competition, out of reputation considerations and curiosity about the Knight Contest, the fat man still decided to take the time to see the Southern Riwa Che Ze,

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, a hundred battles will not be defeated, the Dardanelles family has made such a big move, how can he not join in the fun, in fact, the fat man prefers that all the southern lords will participate, so that Kyoto's resentful eyes will shift to the Riwa Che Ze, because the fat man knows that in the eyes of the rotten nobles in Kyoto, the high reputation and reputation are far more terrible than the army

"My lord, after the Everon Pass ahead, it is the territory of Fort Bruga!" said the chief of the guard, Saron, pointing to the narrow exit of the mountain road in the distance, "This is the most important fortress in the north of Zhivacheze, and the lord there has always been hostile to us Samorians, calling us "fallen knights who have been bribed by money"

"A fallen knight who has been bribed by money!" the fat man was stunned for a moment, and smiled noncommittally, "Hehe, that's a good title, if he knows that none of our commanders in Satour are knights, I don't know what his expression will be!"

"Haha!" the fat man's words caused a laugh from the guards behind him, this time the fat man brought the entire light cavalry regiment, a full 3,000 fully armed cavalry passed through his territory, and the frightened lords did not dare to leave the castle with pale faces, in their eyes, this huge cavalry army only needs to stomp their feet, they can trample their weak forces into ashes, and the Samorid knights, who are stronger than the Kujits, have long been famous throughout the south

"Let's go to Riva Cheze, let's see the performance of the so-called knights!"

The fat man waved his horsewhip ambitiously, and the cavalry group behind him rushed to the mountain pass like a torrent of steel,

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