before he was crowned king

Sean leaned against the wall and approached the tattered wooden door. Through the long slit, he saw a thin and slender shadow on the ground.

Sean vaguely made a judgment, pushed open the door, and walked into the room.

The sharp ax that was raised high slashed at his shoulder.

As if he had expected this scene long ago, Sean raised his long sword and easily blocked the attack.

"It's me, Momo."

Hearing Sean's voice, the hand holding the ax trembled, and then loosened.

The hatchet used for splitting wood fell to the ground with a thud.

"Brother, brother...brother, brother Sean...brother..." The young man rushed into Sean's arms like a small beast, his fear burst out in an instant, and he burst into tears uncontrollably. "I'm afraid...I'm afraid...Brother, brother..."

Sean's body was slightly stiff, and he was a little unaccustomed to such intimate physical contact. His waist was tightly hugged by those two thin arms. Looking at the crying and trembling teenager in front of him, he suddenly felt a little at a loss.

He has no experience coaxing children, nor was he coaxed when he was young.

He thought for a while, and finally chose to raise his hand and pat the boy on the back.

If he remembers correctly, it seems that the mothers in the village coax crying children to sleep like this.

Feeling the gentle pat on the back, Momo's tense body gradually relaxed, and his crying became much quieter, but his two hands were still tightly grasping the corner of the man's clothes, refusing to let go.

In this short day, he experienced unprecedented despair.

There are burning, killing and looting demons outside, and there are piles of corpses, but this tragic massacre is only separated from him by a wall.

Holding a useless ax and hiding in the thatch pile, he tremblingly listened to the howling and laughing outside the wall.

He can't do anything.

He could only humbly pray to the gods hundreds of times, hoping that someone would come and rescue him from here.

But, who would risk their lives to come here to find him?

Momo couldn't think of it by himself.

Old Love and Leishana were very kind to him, but they were not his real blood relatives after all.

Mo Mo didn't think that Lao Luo Fu and Lei Shana had the responsibility to save herself.

To Old Love, he was just a child entrusted by a friend.Even abandoning him is understandable.

After all, even his biological parents didn't care about him, how could he count on anyone in this world who would care about his safety.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The man's voice was like the warm sunshine soothing Momo's tense and panicked nerves, and the warmth from the palm of his hand slowly trickled into his body.

Just now, he really thought he was going to die.

Fortunately.

At the last moment, the gods finally answered his prayers, and he has not been abandoned by this world.

Finding that the person in his arms had suddenly lost his voice, Sean lowered his head, only then realized that Momo had fallen asleep leaning against him like this.

Carrying the boy to the soft thatch pile, Sean looked at the torrential rain outside, went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and moved some dry firewood to light a warm fire inside the house.

Sitting by the fire, Sean continued to study the unknown object he found in the grass while drying his soaked clothes.

At first he thought it was the pointed armor on the sharp claws of the sub-orcs, but the touch felt more like a shellfish.

"What are you thinking about?" The black cat stretched, then curled up again.

"There are too many doubts about this attack." Sean said, looking at the jumping and blurred flames.

"For example?" Herrell asked lazily.

"The largest sub-orc resistance army has been suppressed by the empire in the exile, and the town of Saiqi is far away from the exile. How did such a large group of sub-orcs appear here quietly?"

"Perhaps it is a rebel organization that has just emerged."

"If it's really a new organization, how did they get such complete equipment? Everyone has horses, swords, and even quite a few have certain sword skills."

"..."

"A march of hundreds of people, but the scouts found out about the enemy so late. Why did this group of well-equipped sub-orcs choose to attack such a small and not rich place like Sage Town?"

"Didn't you say that Lord Roy is a follower of that princess? Maybe it's revenge." Herrell said casually.

"If that's the case, then why didn't they take down the castle in one go? Lord Roy's castle defense system fell to the ground like paper under their cavalry."

"They didn't take away all the valuables, and they didn't act as a deterrent for revenge. Why did they kill nearly a hundred people?" Sean calmly asked questions.

"It's just their whim, and not everything can be justified." Herrell was a little impatient, turned over and seemed a little sleepy.

Sean didn't think so, he had a hunch that there was a deeper secret hidden in it.He sat alone by the fire and meditated, waiting for the end of the wandering rain by the way.

The faint light of the dawn and the translucent clouds once again sprinkled on this land of right and wrong people.Due to the extremely bad attack in the castle last night, the guards were deployed early on to search for the fugitive.

In the process of patrolling and guarding, they accidentally found a teenager who had not yet woken up in the grass of the battlements.

The young man held several crumpled parchments tightly in his arms, and a small cloth bag was wrapped around his neck. His expression was serene, and there was no sign of injury on his body.

The guards were all amazed, they couldn't imagine how the thin boy came to the castle safe and sound through the terrible storm last night.

In the end, they couldn't figure it out. They could only attribute the youth's luck to the protection of the gods.

got windy.

It passed through the wilderness, passed through the strong horse's hooves, and gently opened the young man's skirt, making a rustling sound.

Sean has been riding alone for half a month, and the dusty journey along the way has gradually emptied his wallet, and the life of eating wind and drinking dew has exhausted his body.

But fortunately, he was finally able to see the high gray wall outside the city of St. Viadu.

"Where are you going? The stele clearly says to turn right." The black cat pressed its paw on Sean's ashen face.

Sean turned his head slightly, avoiding the harassment of the black cat on his shoulder, "Before entering the capital, go to another place."

"The shrine? It's really disgusting, it must be full of bright breath!" Before arriving, Herrell yelled loudly,

"This is not a shrine to worship the God of Light." Sean asked, "You have been here before, don't you remember?"

After hearing this, Herrell remembered something, "This...is the place where you tricked me into running errands, and you came to pick up that box?"

"Yes." Sean got off his horse and tied the horse rope to the tree trunk next to the shrine.

This shrine has been abandoned for a long time, and there are tall weeds growing in the crevices around the stones. When Sean came in, he found a pile of thatch piled up by the door, presumably some down-and-out homeless people had stayed here overnight.

Although it is said to be a shrine, in fact, this small stone house is completely empty.

"I remember the last time I came here, there was a bronze statue that couldn't be seen clearly in the middle." Heller said.

"It should have been stolen and sold for money by the homeless who lived here." Sean squatted on the ground, using his long sword to pry the stone slab on the ground.

"Then how would he feel if he knew that there was a large box of gold coins hidden under the bronze statue?" Herrell said with a low smile.

"He won't know. Ill-gotten wealth is like running water. It may make you rich overnight, or you may be caught and imprisoned if you give in." Sean opened the brown box. The five hundred queen coins he inspected.

But compared to these, Sean cares more about the things that are under the money.

The invitation sent to him by the Imperial Academy of Magic.

"Did you leave yourself a way out at that time?" Herrera's tone was a little suspicious, he didn't believe that Sean could calculate so accurately.

"Of course not." Sean touched a few gold coins and stuffed them into his pocket, closed the box, and held it in his hand.

Everything is just a coincidence.

These were originally prepared for him to leave Rose Manor.Five hundred gold coins are enough for him to buy a large piece of land and build a strong and spacious house. With these, he can guarantee himself a prosperous and fulfilling life.

However, who would have thought that now he would use these things to return to that high circle.

Most of the time, he can't think of everything in front of him.

Because there is a splendid palace of the St. Via royal family in the capital, and there are a large number of nobles living in it, so it is very troublesome for ordinary people to enter the capital through the gray wall.

But as long as you have enough money, there are ways to solve these.

Sean found a caravan funded by nobles outside the gray wall, and bought the guy who pulled the last carriage for one queen coin, and hid under the canvas of the carriage and brought it in with the seaside fresh goods. capital.

"You smell like a pickled herring now." The black cat jumped off Sean's shoulder with a very disgusted tone.

Sean showed a wry smile. He knew that his current appearance might be worse than the beggars near the church.When he was buying clothes in the store, the young proprietress was already holding her breath and talking to him.

"Please give me a room." Sean found a somewhat deserted inn.

"Sorry, we don't take homeless people here, and we don't accept begging." The old woman glanced at the homeless person who came in while she was knitting, her tone was indifferent, "There will be no free lunch."

A gold coin was placed on the wooden table beside her.

"Is that all right?" asked the tramp.

The old woman raised her thick eyelids, looked at the dirty person in front of her, and then looked at the shiny gold coin, and took out a key from the drawer, "Go to the end room, the sink is on the right hand side."

"Thank you." After taking the key, this strange homeless man walked into his own room with a brown box.

After taking off the clothes that were stained with the fishy smell of the sea, the originally clean water was stained gray-black after being rinsed over and over again.

The short blond hair returned to its original brilliance, the firm chest undulated slightly with breathing, and little drops of water slowly slid down along the curve of the muscles.

When the miserable tramp washed off the filth and put on clean and tidy clothes, what was reflected in the bronze mirror was an extremely handsome and delicate face.

Looks like a real aristocrat.

The author has something to say: Damn, if I can write a big fat chapter about entering v, I will enter v the day after tomorrow. [If you can't write it, just say it qaq]

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感谢在2020-04-0520:57:43~2020-04-0620:43:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 blue shirt;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Ziyy and Tan Mumu; 9 bottles of Dechang Yingwu; 3 bottles of Xing Mangmang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!