On the Seven Towers

Dean II is already a bit old, with little hair, flabby muscles, and his eyes seem to be foggy and dizzy. The hunt that was originally once a month has slowly been changed to once every two months, and today it has been three months since the last time. And he no longer rode a horse or bent a bow to shoot. He just sat on the hillside in the falling snow, watching the guards accompany his sons and daughters chasing the prey.

The king was wearing a dark blue hunting suit today, with leather boots on his feet, and a belt to hold his belly up. He tried to make himself more energetic, but this effort obviously failed. No matter how he looked, he looked like a A fat pig tied up with a rope.

He sat on a small leather pillar and waved to the side, and immediately a maid brought a pot of roasted mutton. The king picked up a lamb shank, rubbed it in the spices, and ate it. The freshly roasted lamb legs were soft and fragrant. The king ate two in one go. When he picked up the third one, the queen beside him spoke.

"Your Majesty, the priests said you should eat less meat. The servants brought a lot of fruit today. You can eat some grapes." The queen looks much younger than the king. Except for the slightly higher bridge of her nose and slightly larger lips, she has a picturesque face. She is a beautiful woman with fair skin and stunning purple hair.

The king rolled his eyes at the queen, gnawed the leg of lamb with more force, and said disdainfully, "Don't you still have your magic in this?"

"Magic is not everything. The kingdom needs a healthy you, and so do little Javier and I."

"I lost my father when I was six years old, but I had a fifteen-year-old cousin. No matter what, I still came here. Little Javier should also learn to rely on himself."

"He is a good boy. You can see that he is already riding a horse and hunting in a decent manner."

"He is eight years old. I killed people when I was eight years old, but he was still hunting rabbits." The king threw the meat bones on the plate. "I heard that you always told him to be polite? Last time I Even seeing him say thank you to a servant was so weak as a little girl."

The king called over the maid holding the plate and rubbed her oily hand on her butt. "He was born to be a ruler. If he hasn't realized it yet, it's your dereliction of duty. At this point she My sister is much better than him."

The queen frowned slightly, "He likes books and knowledge. He will become a wise person in the future, and maybe even a magician. This is not a weakness, you know, knowledge will make people more elegant and stable. On the contrary, Laura, She is almost at the age of marriage, it’s time for you to calm down.”

"Hmph, I think Laura is good. You see, she can already inspire the sword energy to kill the deer. You should let Javier learn from it. Knowledge is an aphrodisiac. If the body bones are not strong enough, it will make people weak. Noodles. But these noodles feel very good about themselves." The king pointed to the tent set up by the nobles who were participating in the hunt not far away. "Look at these people. Their father set up the tent as a military camp. And what about their tents? They are like a flower cloth stall. They talk about knowledge, elegance and grace all day long, but they forget that "the sword is the bone and the armor is the flesh". 'Knowledge' corrodes fools!"

The queen sighed, not wanting to argue with the king anymore, but looked eagerly at Princess Laura and Prince Javier walking toward the slope surrounded by guards.

Princess Laura is sixteen years old, but she is already tall and fit. She has thick, long brown hair tied into a short, thick braid at the back of her head. There are some edges between his eyebrows, but they are very attractive, and he looks very much like the king in his youth. She is riding on a tall black horse, wearing a leather cloak, leather armor and boots. With the long bow on her back and the sword at her waist, she looks like a handsome and promising prince. .

The younger brother Javier, who is not far away, looks very much like the princess's stepmother. He has the same bright purple hair, the same big eyes, his skin is so white that it has lost its color, and he is a head and a half shorter than his sister. His expression looks... Like a little girl who doesn't go out much. The prince held a short bow with exquisite carvings in his hand and rode on a group of young mares. He looked enviously at his sister's guards carrying a huge elk.

The two of them were each guarded by seven or eight guards, four or five meters apart, and walked slowly and slowly towards the slope where the king was.

"Father, the antlers of this elk are very good. You can put its skull in the reception room." Princess Laura quickly dismounted and said with a smile.

"Yes, I see that you used your fighting spirit when you killed it. The blade of the sword was not stained with blood, right?" The king stood up, walked around the huge elk on the ground, and tapped the pair lightly with his fingers. antlers.

"No, the blade of the sword did not touch the deer at all." Laura shook her head proudly, "Teacher Salmeron said that I should be able to become a truly powerful warrior before I am twenty years old. By then, I will I can lead the army for you and capture Guzhi Fort!"

"A female general!" The king laughed twice and hit the princess's shoulder armor hard, just like he would a real warrior. He turned to ask Javier, who was standing next to the queen: "What about you? Little Javier, when can you fight for me?"

Javier glanced at the elk on the ground, and then at a rabbit he had hunted next to him. He curled his lips and said, "I don't like to chop and kill. I like to read books. There are many great things in books, which are better than hunting." Much more interesting.”

The king frowned slightly, obviously not liking this answer. He was about to give a lecture, but was stopped by the queen, "Your Majesty, little Javier may have his own ideas, just listen to him."

Javier glanced at his mother and whispered, "I, I don't want to be a warrior, but I want to be a magician. A magician can burn a hundred elks to death with a wave of his hand, just like... Saint Sasso, Master Morin and Master Ikasa." He saw the encouragement in his mother's eyes and spoke louder and louder, "When I have that kind of powerful power, I can burn the Compass Castle to ashes with magic by myself."

"Haha, this is what my son said, although it is stupid and stupid, But I finally have some momentum! "The king walked up to Javier, looked down at him and said, "Only strong power is the foundation of our rule over this country. Some power comes from yourself, but more power comes from the people around you. The ruler relies on his will to control these powers, so the strength of will is always more important than the strength of hands and feet! No one will listen to a coward, even if the coward is a holy-level wizard. So first of all, turn yourself into a person with a strong will! You all must remember this well. "

Not far from the training drama, in the middle of the nobles' hunting tent, Count Carlos leaned on the chair. His injury seemed to have almost healed. Today, he looked a few years younger in a light hunting suit. He looked at the king's family from a distance, held up the wine glass, took a sip of rainbow fruit wine and said: "The king is old, really... old. "

"Really old. It is said that his headache has been severe recently. "Viscount Ruiz, who was also wearing a hunting suit, looked around and saw that all the servants had been sent away, so he also smiled and echoed.

"This conceited guy, who never cared about his children, is now giving them a lecture. It shows that he is beginning to worry about the future." The count put down his glass and crossed his fingers on his stomach.

"If the princess was a boy, he would have nothing to worry about. But..., fortunately it's not." Viscount Ruiz sighed.

"Fortunately it's not." The count smiled.