Ride and Cut

Richard sent the convoy back to Gaoshan Fort and stayed in Noble Court for a few days.

The military aid that Sauron had promised earlier did not arrive, but he waited for something he hadn't dreamed of before.

At that time, the lord was enjoying the public money in the aristocratic court. Sauron opened the door and hurried in, which was very different from his usual lazy and leisurely performance.

"Knock on the door, knock on the door!" Richard said, his mouth full of stone frogs swaying. After a while, he opened his mouth and spit out a pile of broken bones.

The back glands of this forest frog are highly poisonous, but the clean meat is one of the treasures of the entire Pompeii. Of course-the price is as beautiful as the taste. Lord Lord also discovered by accident that the upper limit of boarding and lodging provided by Noble Court was so high.

"Hurry up, there is a real big man who wants to see you." Sauron took a word and turned to leave without looking back.

"Hey, who?" Richard wiped his mouth twice with his sleeve, leaving behind a mess and hurried to catch up.

There were carriages waiting for them at the door, and the two tall horses were neatly groomed, and only when the passengers were seated, they started to rush.

"The great man you are talking about is not the Governor of the Northeast?" The lord found that the carriage was driving towards the most prestigious residence in the entire Coron, and the building covered with pure white marble was getting closer and closer as the wheels turned.

"Your Majesty."

Sauron was so pitiful that the words were like a golden spirit. After speaking, he stopped speaking, leaving only Richard looking at the sauce and oil stains on both sides of his cuffs, and his eyes were slightly dull.

The carriage stopped steadily at the entrance of the mansion, and the servant in the tuxedo pulled the car door, and at the same time someone immediately began to lead the way, and the whole connection was decent and smooth.

"Come with me," Sauron whispered, lowering his head and getting out of the carriage.

Although it was in a private house, the tension that was quite different from the usual was already visible everywhere. The servants who went around were silent and hurried, more like the army's messenger.

Richard could only hear the crisp sound of footsteps echoing again and again in the empty corridor, and Sauron finally stopped in front of a wooden door decorated with ivory and gold.

The leading servant turned and bowed to salute, standing on the side of the door expressionless. Sauron stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door lightly, and then opened the door without waiting for a response and walked in.

This is a small side hall. Several single high-back sofas surround a round table, which is all the furnishings inside.

There was already someone sitting on the high-back sofa facing the door.

"Your Majesty." Sauron walked to him and stroked his chest to salute, and the lord followed behind him while doing his best, while secretly squinting his eyes.

This was the first time he saw this Pompeii lord from outside of the gold coin carvings-Sargerei, dressed in a capable swordsman suit, looked about 50 or 60 years old, sitting on a chair with his waist straight. There was a faint majesty, but his eyes were tightly closed into a gap. The whole figure was like a stone sculpture, and there was no reaction to the approach of Richard and Sauron.

For a normal person, it is not easy to do this-it is almost impossible to know that biological instinct determines that anyone will be wary of foreign objects approaching, and no reaction at all.

Lord Lord waited for a long time, until he began to stare at the folds of his vamp before he heard:

"You two, please feel free."

When Richard and Sauron were seated separately, Sargerei finally opened his eyes.

If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then King Pompeii's fan is too vague. His pupils are full of gray shadows, like a pool of stagnant water. The lord guesses it should be a cataract or some similar disease.

"Richard, I'm very sorry to hear that it took you several days." Sargerei's eyes hardly make people feel the focus, but the tone of his mouth is extraordinarily gentle, which is completely different from the traditional impression of "the majesty of the king". .

"You are too polite." Richard responded with a slight nod.

"Pompeii and Stuart declared war on each other, you must have known, as a nominal party, what do you think?" Sargerei's voice is slightly hoarse and extremely magnetic, and has a kind of calming power.

"As a nominal party..." The lord deliberately bit the word "nominal" very heavily, "Of course, everything in our Gaoshan Fort obeys the military department's arrangements."

"Richard, I'll just say it." Sauron knew at a glance that this guy was trying to be slick, and concealed his eyeballs. "Your Majesty means that we are in this coming war with Pompeii. Here, a hero is needed to boost the morale of the people."

"Ah, yes, that's the case." Lord Lord nodded repeatedly, then looked down at the desktop without saying a word.

Heroes are used to die. Whoever loves this **** hero, just don't get involved with Lao Tzu.

"Then who do you think is more suitable?" Sauron chose to continue to behave in an orderly manner. "The conditions are very demanding-it must be related to the origin of the war, it must be outstanding, and it is better to have some reputation foundation, so there are not many choices."

Richard pretended to frown and pondered for a while, and suddenly he slapped his thigh with surprise, "Isn't this man Sauron you-the war that broke out in the northeastern province is of course related to the noble Yuan Yuanyuan, and his strength and fame are affirmative. It's also a first-class one, it's natural to be a hero!"

Sauron suddenly had a **** expression on his face.

If it weren't for the scruples of losing his courtesy in front of your majesty, he would definitely have to talk to this little slippery head.

"This person is right in front of our eyes, neither I nor Sauron." Sargerei's two godless eyes pointed at the Lord Lord together, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Richard's eyes circled around the house~www.novelmt.com~ trying to find the fourth person, but there was no surprise in the room of the Lord of Pompeii, of course he could only find nothing.

"This person shouldn't be me, right?" Lord Lord cursed badly in his heart, and would not give up resistance until the last moment.

"It's not who you are." Sauron smiled happily, extinguishing Richard's last hope. "Your name is on the official document of the declaration of war between the two countries, my lord of Alpine Fortress."

"Don't take this as a burden." Sargerei smiled and clapped his hands. "Sauron, pour everyone a glass of the bar and choose the 50-year cannon."

"Okay." Sauron took out the bottle from the wine cabinet in the corner and opened it. The golden yellow liquor poured into the three glass wine glasses, and the aroma in the air was rich and complicated.

"The military department is ready to bestow you the title of'Eagle Knight'. You must know that this is a rare honor in peacetime." His Majesty Sargerei shrugged with a wine glass, and then said, "And of course the hero must win the battle. The Ministry will also provide you with substantial help."

"Richard, this is an opportunity to make many people jealous for a lifetime." Sauron said.