before he was crowned king

There was the sound of pattering rain outside the window. In less than a minute, the rain became heavier and heavier, and it crackled on the window.

The man lying quietly on the bed twitched violently like a conditioned reflex, his reaction shocked the two people guarding him, and saw a faint golden film covering the whole room.

"Is this a genius? Can you use magic even when you're asleep?" Irene covered her mouth lightly.

"For talented people, magic is their instinct." Lambert frowned slightly, looking out the window, "It should be the sound of the rain outside that stimulated him, and his body made an emergency response by itself .”

"What a poor student, I'll wake him up." Irene was about to step forward, but Lambert held her arm.

"He's on alert right now, don't approach him casually, let him calm down." Lambert said coldly, pulling the girl back.

"So that's the case." The girl said softly.

Seeing Irene's casual attitude, the corner of Lambert's mouth dropped, "If you don't know anything, don't act rashly. I told you clearly how dangerous magic is in the first class."

"Okay, okay, you're right. I'll just stay there obediently." Irene shook her right hand.

Lambert froze, let go of the wrist he was holding, and walked towards Alex who was lying on the bed.

"Wake up, Alex, you are safe now." Lambert said to the black-haired youth with frowning brows, "Both you and Sean have escaped from the ruins."

"Sean, Sean, Sean..." Alex's lips moved, silently uttering the same syllable.

"Sean Miller is very safe, you did it, you protected him." Lambert continued to use words to ease the tension of the other party, "Now relax, there is no danger around."

As if he could hear Lambert's words, the expression of the black-haired young man gradually eased, and the light-colored film faded away. After a while, Erics opened his sleepy eyes.

"Xion." Looking at the person standing in front of him, he opened his mouth, "Xion."

"You guys really have a deep brotherhood, and you'll be chanting each other's name as soon as you wake up." The girl's crisp teasing voice woke up Alex's consciousness.

"Lambert...Vice President?" Alex's vision gradually became clear, and he was no longer surrounded by gravel and dust, but lying in a narrow and simple room, "Senior Irene?"

The sudden time jump made Erics a little unreal, if not for the heavy dusty smell in his nose and throat, he almost thought he was having a nightmare.

"You're not dreaming." Irene handed the water bag to Erics, "It's really thrilling. It can only be described as a miracle that you survived."

"Sean, how is Sean?" Alex asked.

"He's fine," Lambert said, "at least he looks much better than you."

"But, he was seriously injured." Alex's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at his palm, "There was a lot of blood, I even thought he..."

"It should be just a skin trauma." Seeing Alex's emotions becoming agitated, Lambert interrupted the conversation, "If he was seriously injured, he would not be able to climb up the drain with you on his back."

"You said it was Sean..." Alex looked a little dull, but Lambert's words made him even more uneasy, "How is this possible? How could it be possible that he was so weak at the time..."

"I carried you up." The door opened, and Sean walked in. After cleaning, he returned to the original truth, you are a bit heavy, Alex. "

"My God." Irene covered her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice, "I didn't realize that I was ashamed before, but Junior Sean really looks like a prince."

Lambert snorted inexplicably, and then left the room in silence.

Irene was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she shook her hands at the people in the room, and closed the door intimately for the two of them before leaving.

"Fortunately, I met the vice-chairman in the ruins, otherwise it would have been terrible. I'm afraid I can't take you over such a high wall." Sean sat on the chair beside the bed, looking at the black-haired young man with his head drooping. ,"What’s wrong with you?"

Alex shook his head.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Alex raised his hand to lightly touch his eyes, as if trying to cover something, "I..."

The room was so quiet that only the sound of rain outside the window could be heard. The silence lasted for a long time. Sean didn't urge or speak, he just waited quietly.

"Sorry, I just want to say, it's really great that you're alive..." Alex sighed slightly, trying to relieve the inexplicable tingling pain in his esophagus, "It's really... great."

He had never had such a strong feeling, as if a part of his body that had been cut off had grown back one day.

The kind of luck and joy that was lost and found again.

"I'm here." Sean looked at the slightly shrugging shoulders, sighed inaudibly, and stretched out his hand, "Do you want to confirm it yourself?"

Erics was taken aback, and he held the slender and clean hand back.There was no heat in that hand, even a little cold, but at the moment of contact, there was an indescribable warmth entering his body.

I'm by your side, stop worrying about nothing.

I don't know what the reason is.No need to speak, just such a simple touch, like telepathy, he seems to be able to clearly perceive what the other party wants to express.

"Take a good rest for a while." Erics lay down on his back. He could feel the discord between him and Sean, but he couldn't help but want to rely on each other.

It's almost like a habit formed day after day.

"Your magic power has not fully recovered. When you open your eyes again, we will leave here and return to the capital." Sean stood up, helped Erics tuck the quilt, and walked to the door, "No need to go Think about anything, you have already completed the task His Royal Highness Mars gave you."

He nodded slightly towards the person on the bed, and Alex closed his eyes obediently.

Sean closed the door softly from behind.

He walked back to his room, Eileen was sitting on a chair playing with her fingers, and Lambert was waiting for him at the door with a serious face.

"Let's eat something." Lambert raised his chin. On the table was a familiar plate of pork and mashed potatoes.

"Thank you." Sean didn't refuse. After such a catastrophe, he was already hungry.

"Tell me, what did you find in the ruins?" Lambert asked.

Sean stirred the mushy food on the plate with a wooden spoon, "There is a private prison under the castle, Baron Toland has been doing business selling low-level citizens."

"You mean that Baron Tolland himself did what happened in Nexco?" Lambert frowned, "Do you have evidence?"

Sean looked at the monitoring collar placed in the corner, "Except for the one I brought out, the rest are buried in the ground."

"But it doesn't make sense." Lambert couldn't figure it out, "This is not a reasonable deal. Baron Tolland has tens of thousands of acres of cotton fields. He sells the labor that he mainly cultivates. What about his subsequent income? ? This is clearly not worth the candle."

"That's right, the cotton production here is very impressive, and the physical strength of the sub-orcs is already superior to that of ordinary humans." Sean nodded, "I think most of the villagers in Nexco Village can meet the amount that the empire will turn in for life. Before that, [-]% of the cotton they planted had to be handed over to the local lord."

"And now according to the new tax rate, they only have to pay [-]%?" Lambert was slightly taken aback.

"Yes, for Baron Tolan, his future income will be cut in half from this year onwards." Sean said lightly, "If he follows his plan, selling these sub-orcs to the black market can make him a lot of money , Not only that, the empire will grant him tax exemption if the village is robbed and burned. The profits in this are extremely huge."

"No wonder the food in his manor is so high-end. It turns out it's all black money." Irene made a vomited expression.

"What happened to the earthquake? He made it himself? To erase the evidence?" Lambert asked.

"It's not that easy to deal with so many orcs." Sean shook his head, "If it's just to deal with evidence, he doesn't need to burn his castle directly to the ground."

"why?"

"His plan was discovered by another wave, and those villagers were rescued."

"Another wave of people?"

"It should be a resistance organization spontaneously organized by the sub-orcs, that's why Baron Tolan dared to make up lies about the escape of the villagers." Sean said while holding a wooden spoon.

"Even so, he violated the laws of the Saint Via Empire." Lambert looked coldly, "This matter must be related to Her Highness Fern, otherwise how would Baron Tolan deal with such a large number of sub-orc slaves? Gotta lose."

"Vice President, where are you going?" Seeing that Lambert was leaving, Sean asked.

"Catch Baron Toland and escort him back to the capital for punishment." Lambert said coldly.

"Baron Tolland is a nobleman, and arresting noblemen requires an arrest warrant signed by the Queen." Sean said calmly, "And you don't have absolute proof. If something goes wrong, Baron Tolland can't be punished, and the damaged In honor of His Majesty Mars"

"None of us can afford that responsibility."

"Sean Miller." Lambert stopped in his tracks with a gloomy tone, "What do you want to do? Order me? As a civilian?"

"Vice President Lambert. I hope you can look at everything with a steady mind, instead of venting your personal emotions when dealing with business." Sean put down the wooden spoon in his hand and crossed his fingers, " It is true that your status is more honorable than mine. But His Royal Highness Mars entrusted me with the matter of Nexco Village, and I must take full responsibility for it."

"You want to use your Highness to suppress me?" Lambert gritted his teeth slightly.

"No, I think you should think about His Highness's intentions." Sean stood up and looked directly into Lambert's eyes, "Why can't His Highness trust you with this matter?"