before he was crowned king

"I have been with His Highness for ten years, but you have only been here for how long." Lambert was irritated by Sean's words, his eyes were a little scary, "How does Your Highness look at me, how could you understand?"

The room was as dull as a closed can, and the suffocating squeeze made Irene swallowed slightly, and smoothed things over, "Why don't I write a letter to tell His Highness what I found here first."

"Baron Toland has already noticed what we are investigating, and when he is alert, it is difficult for us to find conclusive evidence." Sean calmly expressed his point of view, "My idea is to return to the capital as soon as possible. "

Lambert sneered disdainfully.

"Senior Sean, shall we just go back like this?" Irene also didn't understand Sean's decision.

"This is the territory of Baron Tolland, we have none," we cannot carry out any effective offensive here. "

"So we're supposed to listen to you and run with your tail between your legs?" Lambert sarcastically said.

Sean was not annoyed by Lambert's attitude. His purpose was not to get angry with the other party meaninglessly, but to persuade the other party to follow his arrangement, "Baron Tolland didn't know that Alex and I were coming, and neither did he." Knowing that we've been to the castle ruins and deduced the approximate truth. That's to our advantage."

"The underground prison facilities are well-equipped. This kind of illegal trafficking will not be the first time. The same thing must have happened before, and those sub-orc slaves who have been trafficked will eventually meet the same fate no matter what the process is."

"Stopped in a slave farm, or sold to rich people?" Irene's eyes lit up, "That's right, aren't all rich people in the capital city! Aren't those slaves—"

Lambert froze.

"Yes, Senior Irene." Sean continued, "As long as people exist, they will leave traces. They are the most vivid evidence against Baron Tolland."

"Student Sean, your brain is too easy to use."

Sean nodded slightly, without the slightest complacent expression, he postponed his final conclusion in a tone of explaining the facts, "If there is really a shadow of His Highness behind this matter, then the capital city will definitely be the destination for them to complete the transaction. When the money is in the pocket, it is also the time when the criminals are most negligent, as long as we have the heart to check, we will definitely gain something."

"Lambert, I think what Junior Sean said makes sense." Irene looked at the man walking towards the door and said softly, "We should hurry back to the capital as soon as possible. If we stay here, we will miss the opportunity."

"Up to you." Lambert said two words abruptly, and left the room.

"Lambert..." The door was closed tightly, and Irene couldn't help sighing, "I'm sorry Sean, but I hope you don't mind, Lambert...he usually doesn't act like this..."

"It seems that the vice president doesn't like me very much." Sean said.

"It's probably because you are too good to stimulate him. After all, the two Highnesses value you so much." Irene's expression was a little bitter, "He probably felt a little out of balance."

"Sister Erin..."

"Don't worry, Lambert will put the big picture first. He's like a king crab wielding his pincers, you know, he's just playing petty out of pride. I'll talk him out of it." Irene's There was a smile on his face again, "You have a good rest, and leave the other things to me."

Sean nodded. Lambert was afraid that he would not want to see him again immediately, and it would be better to leave the rest to Irene.

"Gather at the gate of the station tomorrow morning and set off."

"Okay, I'll bring Lambert with me."

Before returning to the room to rest, Sean gently pushed open the door next door, and his eyes happened to collide with those black eyes.

"Are you awake?" Sean came in with a plate, "Are you hungry?"

Erics froze for a moment, then touched his empty stomach belatedly, "Ah, I seem to be a little hungry."

"It's a pity that there is only pork and mashed potatoes here." Sean handed the plate to Erics, "Just eat some, we will go back tomorrow."

"Yeah." Erics held the wooden spoon and didn't eat, stirring the khaki-yellow sauce on the plate absent-mindedly.

"I do not want to eat?"

"No, no."

"Then are you waiting for me to feed you?" Sean asked lightly.

"No, no, no, no." Erics came back to his senses suddenly, he shook his head hastily, and immediately scooped up a large spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ahem——" The inn owner's taste is a bit strange, and it may be the specialty of this place. He will put some spicy spices in his dishes.Just now Erics ate too fast, and choked his throat without noticing the spicy taste.

Looking at the young man with hands and feet, Sean sighed slightly, passed the water bag over, and patted the other person's back.

"Why is it always like this? There is no progress at all."

"Thank you." Alex said in a low voice with a flushed face.

"Are you an idiot? You were scolded and said thank you." Sean was stunned.

"How can this be considered scolding?" Alex scratched his black hair, with a smile on his face, "What Sean said is caring about me."

Sean glanced aside from the young man's handsome face, and said softly, "You are really hopeless."

"Don't say that, I still can tell who is good to me." Erics couldn't help defending himself, and whispered, "Obviously Sean is not honest at all."

"What did you say?" Sean frowned.

"That's right, besides, we should be considered friends now." Erics thought for a while, and said firmly, "No, at least we are brothers who have gone through the test of life and death."

"I don't know who gave you such an illusion." Sean's voice didn't fluctuate at all.

"It's really fickle." Alex showed a somewhat aggrieved expression, "Then I can only announce in my own name that Sean is now my best friend."

"Aren't you awake yet?" Sean glanced at the sunny young man on the bed, turned his back to pack his things.

Erics smiled, his eyes could not help falling on Sean's back, his expression became worried, "Xion, how is your back injury?"

"Didn't you help me heal?" Sean said casually.

"But I just gave you a simple bandage. You bled a lot at that time, which is not considered treatment at all." Alex said.

Sean's hand paused, and after a while, he resumed his movements, "It's not as serious as you think. Senior sister Irene has treated me, but it just looks scary, and most of them have scabbed over."

"really?"

"You don't believe me. Want to see for yourself?"

"No, it's not." Alex lowered his head, "I'm just worried... about your injury."

"It's enough to take good care of your own body." Sean walked to the door, "Pack up your luggage and put it on the table, sleep a little longer, and you have to go on the road tomorrow."

"Yeah." Alex nodded, looking at the figure who was about to leave, "Good night, Sean."

"Sweet dream." Sean said calmly, closing the door behind him.

At the gate of the post station, someone was sitting on the steps holding a clay pitcher, with his head bowed.The road was very deserted, only the sunset glow sprinkled on the street, no one could see the expression on his face.

"I've been working with you for a few years, and this is the first time I saw you drinking while performing a mission." Irene said, "I thought you were one of the very few men who didn't like to drink."

"There is no man in this world who doesn't drink." Lambert looked at the white foam on the surface of the wine, "Don't be stupid."

"Really? But I'm just a man who doesn't like drinking." Irene pressed her skirt with her hand, and sat down, "When I was young, my father liked to drink heavily, and he would turn into a monster when he got drunk , would throw things like crazy at home, sometimes he would hit me and my mother, but most of the time he would hit the servants in the house."

"He's human | scum." Lambert picked up the jug, "It has nothing to do with wine."

"Although I don't like my father either, you're really ruthless." Irene turned her eyes to the wine in Lambert's hand, "Give me a taste, I haven't drunk civilian ale yet."

"It's too bitter to drink."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not afraid of hardship."

"Women should drink less." Lambert raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the jug.

"I didn't expect you to have such a prejudice." Irene said angrily, "Men can drink when they are sad, but women can't drink when they are sad?"

"What's so sad about you?" Lambert glanced at the girl.

"Why don't I feel sad?" As she spoke, Erin's voice became quieter and could not be heard. "There is nothing worse than liking an arrogant and dull idiot. Yes, it is an idiot I like other girls, not you."

"Are you going to speak ill of me by my side?" Lambert's voice was a little helpless when he heard Irene muttering beside me.

"Who spoke ill of you!"

"I thought I couldn't hear you when you whispered." Lambert snorted.

"Big idiot Lambert! I said bad things about you in a loud voice." Irene was so angry that she said loudly, "Thanks to my kindness to enlighten you, you big idiot! I don't care about you, be good tomorrow morning Come back to the capital with us, or I will speak ill of you in front of Princess Ornis!"

"Can you not be like a child." Lambert stuffed his ears with one hand, "Yelling every time you get angry."

"You—" Erin stood up angrily.

"Okay. What he said is right, I understand. Although I may not be the person His Highness needs most, but for His Highness's wish, I will not do anything out of line." Lambert's voice was low and hoarse , "Don't worry. You didn't sleep much last night and go to bed early. I'll stay outside for a while."

"I want to be here too." Irene froze for a moment, then sat down again as if angry.

The two sat on the same step, no longer communicating, and watched the last glare of the day fade away.