Ride and Cut

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　　 Before reaching the Lord's Hall, I saw a large group of extremely dark and strong centaur gathering at the door from a long distance. In terms of numbers, the Shire warriors who stayed behind at the mountain fort have all been present. This situation is rather abnormal.

　　 You should know that the daily training tasks of the Ripper are very heavy, and the soldiers have no time to hang out.

　　 They were talking to each other, and they all spoke the dialect of their hometown in a hurry, and Richard couldn't understand it either. It can only be seen from the facial expressions and demeanor that one of them is hesitating, and I don't know what's going on.

　　 Seeing their lord come down, the sturdy Shire warriors stepped back and let the way in.

　　 "There's no such thing as gathering here to get in the way." Richard gave a glance, and after a while, the Shire warriors strayed.

　　 "Master, why are you here." Richard walked into the room and adjusted his eyes to the slightly dim light, only to realize that besides Du Pont, there was a little boy about 13 or 4 years old.

　　 "Richard, long time no see." Du Peng smiled reluctantly, dark circles on his chubby cheeks were obvious, and he looked a little tired.

　　 The little boy was even more miserable. His face was as black as the bottom of a match pot somehow, and his hair was messed up like dry grass. Not to mention the shabby clothes on his body, it also exudes a strong sweat and sour smell, which can almost push people head on. To be honest, none of the slaves at the bottom of Alpine Castle shivered so much.

　　 As for Richard himself, his clothes are made of high-quality materials, and they are also made with spices. This is a unique technique that the elves understand. There is a faint, dark fragrance on the body, refreshing and not abrupt, very in line with the aristocratic style.

　　 "It's only been a few days, it's not a long time." Richard glanced at the little boy's ass.

　　 A thick and powerful golden tail hangs down from there, flicking it left and right.

　　 Lion, the royal family among the orcs. It's just brown hair, it doesn't seem to be as golden as the legend.

　　 The Shire warriors of Gaoshan Fort had all served as court guards. Contacting their abnormal behavior just now, the identity of this child is self-evident.

　　 Even though his appearance is so desolate, his eyes are still very bright, and he looks very stubborn with his mouth tightly pressed.

　　 Generally speaking, people at this age, even if they are a little sad, tend to be superficial, but Richard always feels that he is burdened with something very heavy.

　　 There are resentment, pain, sorrow, and confusion in those eyes, which are really not like the eyes of a person of this age.

　　 "Richard, do you know what I did this time?"

"Master, you won't get involved in the half-orc kingdom, right?" Lord Lord already knows the basics in his heart, and the question is only a confirmation, sitting on the chair and sighing, "That's not something like you should be involved. of."

"Old King Reinhardt and I are very good friends. We have been communicating." Du Pont patted the back of the boy next to him. "Not long ago, I suddenly received this kid’s magic letter, saying it’s Reinhard. He died of persecution by the new Faye Wong, and he was hiding in the city. So I hurriedly sneaked into the city and brought him out."

　　 "Old King is his father?"

　　 "Yes." Du Pont nodded, "Philip is the son of Reinhardt's adopted subordinates, and all other royal family members have been killed. So theoretically, Sinclair is the only legal heir in existence."

　　 "The new king has been on the throne for several months, hasn't he still been unable to catch you?" Richard looked at the boy with a good eye, trying to find a clue in his expression.

"I used charcoal to cover my face, dyed my hair with lime bleach, and swallowed the charcoal to change my voice." Sinclair opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse and scary. Suspect me."

　　 "The most dangerous place is the safest place, not bad."

　　 After he finished speaking, look at me with Master Dupont and I look at you, but no one said anything. Sipping tea slowly, one by one can calm down.

　　 old fox! The two men attacked each other in their hearts.

　　 When Richard heard the standard of "Prince's Revenge", his brain hurts at the beginning, and he didn't want to wade in the muddy water at all. He silently prayed that the two plague gods hurried away.

　　 As for Durpont, the Magister’s time is more precious than gold. Since he came to Gaoshan Castle specially, he must not only drink tea.

"Ahem." After all, the fat old man had a purpose, it was impossible to hold the treasure indefinitely, "I once planned to take Sinclair to Fris, but this kid didn't want it. Alpine Fort is the closest to the Orc Kingdom in Pompeii. Place, he wants to stay here, so I'm here to trouble you."

"You don't want to restore the country anymore, do you?" Lord Lord looked at Sinclair with a firm gaze, as cold as autumn water, "Months have passed, the best time has slipped away, and now the general trend has been reached. , Everything is over long ago."

　　 "I will one day take back what was usurped by the conspirators!" Although his voice was hoarse, Sinkerel's eyes were very firm.

　　 "Alpine Fort does not welcome you." Lord Lord's eyes are at least a hundred times firmer than him.

　　 Had it not been for Du Peng who still had a bit of face, he must have been using the broom to drive people away. Little Mao children always think that the whole world has to revolve around them, but they don’t know that the "world" in their eyes is not even a fart in the eyes of others~www.readwn.com~ Richard doesn’t care about the origin of the orc kingdom at all. Who is in charge-it is not his turn anyway.

　　 "Richard, why don't you have any sympathy at all." Du Peng stared at him, "This is a child whose family is ruined at only thirteen years old!"

"Master, it's not that I don't have no sympathy." Lord Lord sneered, and said mercilessly: "There are so many things involved in it-just look at the reaction of the Shire warriors just now, whether he wants to recruit my men. Are you here?"

　　The Shire warriors were all court guards who had been loyal to the old king, and they were certainly no strangers to Sinclair.

　　 "Yes." Sinclair was simple enough, nodding his head without hesitation, "but they all refused."

"Dare to act, it's great." Lord Lord's tone ranged between teasing and irony. Anyone who knows him knows that this is a sign of anger, "Do you think they are no different from the usurpers, they are all betrayals? ."

　　 "I did think about that."

　　 "Ha!" The lord snorted from his nose, and said in a weird manner, "Okay, ambitious, I wish you a successful restoration in the future, and come back and humiliate these shameless traitors."

　　 "Richard, can you be patient with Sinclair and finish talking?" Du Pont said.

　　 "But when I calm down, my thinking has changed a bit."

　　 "Oh, do you think they might as well as Philip the usurper?" Lord Lord still sneered.