Little Priest's Cat Diary

Prince Sardis of Portoyas is a very powerful man.

However, in just over two years, the prince's reputation has already resounded among the Truston people.

First, they were juxtaposed with King Davie, whom they were quite afraid of before, and then the danger in their hearts quickly surpassed that of King Davie.

What disturbed the people of Ston most was that the prince was still very young.

Compared with King David, who was already over 50 years old, Prince Sardis, who had just turned [-], was too young.

Being young means that he will have a long time to gallop on the battlefield.

As long as he is there, the people of Ston will lose at his hands many times in the future.

Yes, lost.

The repeated defeats made the people of Ston unknowingly fear the prince.

This is especially true for the bottom-level Ston soldiers.

The Ston people are a strong race.

They admire great power.

Only the strong can awe them.

The weaker they are, the more they will bully unscrupulously, but if the opponent is strong and defeats them again and again, they will be in awe of him-even if that person is their enemy.

Sardis was like that to them.

The bloody storm that Sardis caused on the Ston prairie this time deepened their emotions.

The prince led thousands of elite cavalry to attack dozens of tribes on the prairie in just a few months.

Both weak and powerful tribes fell under his iron cavalry one after another. Even though they were on the grassland that the Ston people were proud of, no one was his enemy.

In the past, it was the Ston people who invaded other countries and devastated the land of other countries, but this time, it was the Ston people who spilled blood on their own grassland.

King Ston was furious and ordered the siege of Sardis.

But in the past, the people of Ston ran away after robbing in other countries, but this time it was replaced by Sardis after killing and robbing on the prairie.

The prairie is too big, and the people of Ston can't stop him.

He can always find a breakthrough in the encirclement and suppression of many Ston troops, choose the most appropriate route, go around in circles, let the Ston people who besieged him chase after him, exhausted.

At the same time, what frightened the people of Ston the most was that the number of cavalry troops in Sardis not only did not decrease, but increased as they fought on the prairie.

Because with Sardis' victories one after another and the great reputation spread on the prairie, more and more Ston people chose to join him and become his followers after being defeated by him.

In this way, Sardis's power became stronger and stronger, and he even stepped across the vast grassland more recklessly under the guidance of the Ston people who had voted under his command.

The Ston people live as a group of tribes. In their culture, there is no concept of loyalty to the race and the country.

The tribes themselves often fight each other for resources such as water and grass. The winning tribe will kill all the adult men and old people of the defeated tribe, and then receive all their wealth, women and children.

The reason why many tribes obey King Ston is only because King Ston can lead them to rob other countries and obtain the necessary materials for survival.

At the same time, the Ston people are a race that admires the strong.

Therefore, when facing Prince Sardis, whom they thought was invincible, they naturally chose to vote for him and become his followers.

Dilma was the first Stonite to surrender to Sardis.

He still clearly remembered that day under the scorching sun, the young but terrifying blond youth led the cavalry suddenly descending from the sky, and a long spear pierced through their entire tribal camp.

At that time, the armor on the young man's body was dripping with blood—it was all other people's blood—in his eyes, he was like a fierce demon god who came out of the blood hell.

Nothing can beat him.

His subconscious mind was telling him so.

In this world, no one is the enemy of this demon god!

When the evil god looked down at him condescendingly, his knees gave way and he knelt down.

The sharp spear tip was shining coldly, as long as it was loosened slightly, it could easily penetrate his head.

He knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and could only see the grass below him. The mountain-like pressure from above made his mind go blank due to extreme fear.

He trembled from the bottom of his heart.

He thought he would be killed, but the Sha God accepted his surrender after looking down at him for a while.

"From today, you are my warrior, and you will fight for me until the last moment of your life."

He clearly remembered what His Royal Highness Sardis said to him at that time.

Not just to him, but to all the Stonians who surrendered to him.

He began to follow His Highness to fight, from being uneasy at the beginning to now being completely convinced.

The longer I follow His Highness, the more I can clearly feel the inhuman strength of this lord.

Moreover, it is not only the strength of force.

Leading thousands of cavalry to gallop on the prairie is no less dangerous than riding a horse on the edge of a cliff.

But this His Highness just stepped on the edge of the cliff like this, climbing over mountains and mountains with a calm attitude.He led them to break through the encirclement and suppression of various tribes in Ston again and again, seized the opportunity to get out of their loopholes, and played with five or six Ston pursuers who encircled and suppressed them. It has never stopped attacking various small tribes.

Bloody battles again and again.

One generous victory after another.

It was an unstoppable pleasure, like poppies blooming on the prairie, making people addicted and sinking into it unconsciously.

And his feeling for that Highness also changed from fear at the beginning to worship and admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Stonians admire the strong.

And this Highness is an out-and-out strong man.

To follow in the footsteps of the strong to travel across the land and conquer everything is what all Ston people dream of.

In particular, this Highness is not only powerful, but also a generous person.In the past, their trophies had to be handed over to the patriarch, and he could only hide a little secretly, but now this His Highness generously allowed them to keep one-third of the trophies, and promised them that after returning, they would pay according to their military exploits. There are other rewards.

This alone is enough to make countless people in Ston wholeheartedly work for it.

After several months of galloping across the prairie, Sardis made a wide circle in the prairie to avoid the Stonians who were chasing him. Under the guidance of the Stonians in his army, he sneaked through another hidden path. Returned to the territory of Porto Yas.

The thousands of cavalry who went there not only did not decrease, but doubled when they returned.

Half of them are Ston people, and their loyalty has been verified in these months of battles, and they have completely become Sardis' subordinates.

——They did not vote for the country of Portoyas, but purely under the command of Sardis, the strong man who conquered them, and they would only obey the orders of Sardis.

This unprecedented cavalry army, half Stonian and half Portoyasian, set off on its way home.

When approaching the city of Schulte, Sardis finally couldn't hold back, and took a few confidant cavalry on the grounds of "going back to the city first to make arrangements to prevent the city people from panic because they saw the Ston people in the army". Run back to Schulte City.

However, when he rushed back to the city lord's mansion excitedly, ordered a few words to Nadia who came to greet him, and was about to run to his residence, Nadia smiled and told him that Mia was not in the mansion. Went out to inspect the progress of the construction of the eastern part of the city secretly.

So, someone who was tasked with 'coming back first to arrange matters for the people of Ston' turned around and left the City Lord's Mansion without saying a word.

At this moment, on the other side of Schulte City, Mia, who is being missed by someone, is watching the fun.

And he was still watching the bustle of his servants.

Today's Schulte City is gradually prospering due to the development of commerce and trade, and people from all directions are flocking here.

When there are too many people, there will naturally be a mixture of good and evil, and more troubles will arise.

Mia had only been on the street for a few hours before she ran into two riots in a row.

He didn't show up, and just stood by to watch the fun and eat melons like everyone else.

It's just that when he clapped his hands and was about to go back after seeing enough excitement, he inadvertently ate the people around him.

Yes, his people.

His new young servant had been separated from him for a few minutes without noticing him. When he found him again, he found that his young servant was being stalked on the street because he was too beautiful.

Mia was not in a hurry either, a dark cloak enveloped his figure, and the wide hood made it difficult to see his appearance clearly.

He stood on the side of the road like other onlookers, holding a small paper bag in his hand, which contained the croquettes he had just bought, golden and crispy, crunchy and full of flavor when he bit into it.

Just like this, he threw the delicious croquettes into his mouth, while watching with great interest a good show of robbing civilian men in the street with his young servant as the main character.

When the entangled young servant found that Mia was watching and eating happily, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"My, my lord..."

Dumbfounded, he asked Mia for help.

"Don't look, help me."

As the beautiful young servant asked for help, the man who robbed the man looked up dangerously, and with a clatter, all the crowd who had been standing with Mia dispersed, leaving Mia alone in place.

All of a sudden there was a lot of emptiness around him.

Mia slowly threw the last crispy croquette into her mouth, took a few bites, and swallowed.

Well, I'm full.

He clapped his hands, patting the crumbs off his fingers.

The person on the opposite side looked at this boy who was not tall or even slender, showing contempt.

"Boy, I advise you to be self-aware." He said arrogantly, "I'm from Mengast, and I'm a distinguished guest of Schulte. You can't afford to mess with me."

"Go away consciously now, I don't need to pursue your offense to me."

The crowd who were still on the sidelines opened their eyes wide, waiting with bated breath, excitedly waiting to see a good show of "the passing ranger saw the injustice on the road, and he rescued the beautiful civilian man who was robbed with righteousness".

But Mia was disappointed.

These threatening words are too old-fashioned and have nothing new.

Feeling a little bored, he didn't bother to answer, and raised his hand to take off the bow behind his back.

Just about to take a bow and shoot an arrow directly——

Da da.

Suddenly there was a rush of horseshoes on the quiet street.

Everyone turned their heads subconsciously, and saw a knight galloping towards the front of the street in this direction.

They didn't care about watching the excitement, and they all avoided the side, and in a blink of an eye, they gave way to a road.

After the knight ran past, they continued to watch the excitement.

Everyone looked at it and thought so.

They watched the knight galloping forward.

A bundle of golden long hair fluttered behind him, and the knight was like a gust of wind, approaching everyone in the blink of an eye.

It was about to fly past everyone's eyes.

Suddenly, at the moment when it was about to fly past, the blond knight suddenly leaned over from the galloping horse.

He reached for it.

He hugged the young man's waist, and picked up the young man holding the bow from the ground.

The next second, he pulled the reins sharply.

The horse, which was suddenly reined in, raised its front hooves high and let out a high-pitched neighing sound.

The blond knight held the reins tightly with one hand and sat firmly on the horseback, while the other hand tightly hugged the young man in front of him.

Behind him, a light-colored cloak flew high in the air.

At the same moment when the high-raised front hooves of the steed landed on the ground, he lowered his head and kissed the boy forcefully on the horse's back.

The Mongast man who robbed the civilian boy: "???"

Many onlookers: "????"

and many more.

Is there something wrong with this development?

A certain beautiful young servant: "..."

Ha ha.