Before he was crowned king II

"045 times, 4500 yards, test."

"The test is normal, clear, and no noise." The peridot jewelry nailed to the collar issued Parker's voice.

"Location: Joshua Clock Tower, the easternmost edge of the academy."

"Time: [-]:[-] am."

The mist dissipated, and the pale golden morning light, like a light tulle skirt worn by a gentle lady, covered every corner of the Saint Via campus.

The blond young man is holding a pocket watch and standing under the white clock tower, with a graceful and elegant posture.

Girls wearing school uniforms with a cross came out of the auditorium next to them, secretly watching this handsome figure they had never seen before.

"Xin, this is the maximum range of the test." Parker squatted by the westernmost wall of the college, recording the data of today's test with his head bent.

This is already the second day, and he and the idol are testing the outbreeding device.

"Well done..." A faint compliment came into his ears from the cold jewelry, and Parker's face became a little hot.

"Well, I may not be able to take the test tomorrow." Parker said cautiously, "Because something happened, so I applied for a trip home like a school."

"Where is your hometown?"

"It's in...an unknown village in the Eastern Territory." Regarding his birth, Parker was a little ashamed to say, "In short, I won't be there for a long time. I will leave tomorrow morning, and I should be back the day after tomorrow."

"Well, let's continue when you come back." Sean's left hand moved away from the collar and hung down naturally.

He is very optimistic about Parker's unconventional invention. In this world of slow communication, remote communication devices that do not require human magic to control have inestimable potential.

However, Sean did not show any urgency in testing the various indicators of the remote device.

After all, with his current marginalized social status, even if he has mastered it thoroughly, what he can do is still too limited.

"Lambert, isn't that the "Rising Star" of your Falcon Club? Not far from the white clock tower, beside the carriage parked at the east school gate, an acquainted noble student patted Lambert on the shoulder, "I heard that at the banquet held by Viscount Alexis yesterday, he won Baron Browning was worth [-] gold coins. "

"It's just a guy who can play tricks." Lambert said blankly.

"It's strange, you don't seem to like him very much. I heard that he is a perfect person, not only very popular among the common people, but also has a good reputation among our noble friends."

"Because I don't believe it at all." Lambert frowned and said lowly, "There is no perfect person in this world."

"In this lesson, we will learn to observe the sky. Now try to point the long tube in front of you at the endless blue sky."

Professor Wenger pushed the perfect round glasses on the bridge of his nose, and began a long and tedious explanation process, "Among some ancient hypotheses, astronomical phenomena have a mysterious cultural heritage. Some people say that the city of Sun, Moon and Stars can predict the trajectory of the world. And some say the first origins of magic lie in the unfathomable skies..."

"Nowadays, many people scoff at astrology and astronomy, thinking that the theories are full of loopholes, but this is actually a very wrong approach..."

Professor Wenger bent over and pressed his wrinkled face against the metal instrument, not realizing that the students around him had already put their minds on other things.

"Wow, it's amazing, this thing can see far away. Look, what I saw! Pretty lady on Syndra Street."

The boys exclaimed secretly, "Hey, this delicate face is really beautiful."

"I like her dress, I don't know which tailor shop I bought it from." Some girls also commented in a low voice, "It looks very expensive."

There was cheerful communication in his ears, Sean stood by the high platform, held onto the cold long pipe, and closed his left eye according to Professor Wenger's instructions.

The wide field of vision became narrow, and through the specially made lens combination in the device, he was able to see the farther south of the academy until it was cut off by the extremely high gray wall.

The gray wall, the border defense system surrounding the city of St. Via, is designed to prevent the free movement between ordinary civilians and lowly sub-orcs.

The nearly 500-yard-high wall is mainly constructed of huge gray masonry and strong barbed wire, and there will be a lookout every about [-] yards.

There are a total of five normal border crossings, each of which is guarded by at least a hundred soldiers.

Such an indestructible defense system forcibly cut the world into two pieces, and led a group of people who were basically the same to diametrically opposite destiny trajectories.

"What standard do you use to dominate this world?" From the memory recovery in the brain, from seeing Herrell know the existence of gods, such a question slowly emerged in Sean's mind.

He wanted to know the answer.

But this answer may only be known to him when he actually sees the so-called God.

Palazzo San Via, meeting hall.

Mars crossed his fingers and sat at the head of the long table.On his left sat seven young upstarts headed by Lambert, while on his right sat three old-fashioned nobles with gray hair.

Although the number of nobles leaning towards him will increase rapidly in the future, so far, the only confidantes he can trust in the palace are the ten people in front of him.

"Tomorrow morning is the day when my elder brother Fern Salfield will be sent to the Gray Tower. This is a very delicate time and a rare opportunity. I hope you can disclose my identity to more people. Brother Fern's serious crime clearly conveys that I am not prepared to care about the previous position.

Most importantly, I hope that you can persuasion in a planned way to help me gain more support in the noble circle. "

"Yes, Your Highness." Everyone stood up and said in unison.

"Wait a minute, Lambert." After the meeting, Mars left Lambert alone.

"What are your orders, Your Highness?"

"I have arranged a position in the military police deportation team. I need you to go there and witness Fern being imprisoned in the gray tower." Mars said in a heavy voice.

"I see." Lambert asked, "Your Highness, are you worried about tomorrow?"

"No, no. This is the highest decision mother can make as a queen, and I have nothing to worry about." Mars whispered, "It's just too quiet."

"Are you the only one who supports His Royal Highness Fern?"

"I'm not sure, it's just that during the period after it was announced that Fern was sent to the gray tower, they basically didn't show any fierce opposition. This is not the old stubborn style."

"Perhaps the queen's execution of Grand Duke Henry made them accept their fate." Lambert thought for a while and said.

"Maybe, what you said makes sense." Mars pressed his temples lightly to relieve his headache, and he exhaled slowly, "Maybe I worry too much."

"Your Highness, you should rest." Lambert's eyes were full of worry. He felt that His Royal Highness Mars had forced himself too much, and had put too much pressure on him prematurely.

"No, the bad debts left by Fern haven't been sorted out yet." Mars waved his hand, with some emotion, "It would be great if Sean was here. He is very sensitive to numbers, which is his strong point. If he is If so, it should be over soon."

Lambert's eyes drooped slightly: "Do you need me to pick him up?"

"No, isn't he busy skipping a grade?"

"I don't think he's that busy." Lambert thought of the scene of young people wandering around in the academy in the morning.

"Huh? Did you see him today?" Mars raised his head.

Lambert's eyes drifted aside, "No, no, I'm just guessing."

"He's still a student now, and it won't be too late to call him after he graduates safely."

"Your Highness Mars, I haven't graduated yet." Lambert couldn't help but said.

"Really?" Mars paused, pretending to be surprised, "I always thought you were at the same level as me."

"Your Highness..." Lambert's face was full of disbelief.

"Don't show that expression, Lambert. I was just making a joke." The corner of Mars's mouth curled up a little.

"Your Highness..." Lambert said sullenly, "May I ask you an offensive question?"

"what do you wish to ask?"

"Did you really give that ring to Sean?" Lambert was a little embarrassed, "Are you serious?"

"This question..." Mars said slowly, "In what capacity do you want me to answer you, His Royal Highness, and friends?"

"His Royal Highness."

Mars stared into Lambert's eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Since when did you like chatting so much?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." Lambert's throat rolled, he almost forgot how strong and proud the prince he served was, "I'm just curious."

"Having a civilian lover can reduce a lot of unnecessary troubles, such as an unfavorable marriage partner, my mother's suspicion of my ambition, and it can also confuse the peripheral vision, so that people with ulterior motives can't see through my preferences and thoughts."

"Then if I choose friends..." Lambert bit the bullet and continued to ask.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, yes." Lambert swallowed.

"It's like a lion marking his territory with scratches to warn those around him not to cross the line."

Mars turned his attention to the document again, "You should be able to understand it this way."