Knight with Wand

The majestic walls of the Royal Court surround the magnificent palace standing on the high ground, isolating the endless prosperity and noise of the capital city with a population of hundreds of thousands.

Inside the palace behind the high walls, the solemn and magnificent palaces and corridors stretch between the large-scale buildings, and the tower bridges and courtyards are dotted with beautiful gardens.

Under this majestic palace wall, the Orland Guards in bright armor hold long spears and stand solemnly, monitoring and guarding every corner of the palace.

At this moment, the conference hall at the end of the corridor of the main hall of the Royal Court is isolated by the heavy door from the fierce debate.

Wearing a black and gold dragon pattern cloak, Ledwin III sat silently at the head, and his blue eyes examined the fierce words of the ministers and representatives of the noble lords under his seat.

The loyal and stubborn Minister of Finance blew his beard and glared at the long table, and his words did not give in to the representatives of the Duke of the Eastern Roman District.

The noble representative of the Great West Territory in the west still kept smiling, looking at the people of Duke Roman who were tired of dealing with the accountability of the Minister of Finance with a look of amusement.

The representative of Roman was dry-mouthed and could not argue. He turned his head helplessly and bowed his head to salute the king: "Your Majesty, the Roman territories have always paid taxes in full over the years, but the barbarians outside the eastern border have continued to cause trouble and disrupt trade. Since the end of last year, it has intensified.

It is an indisputable fact that the situation in the east is becoming more and more tense. Prince Eric also saw it with his own eyes during this trip, which can prove that what we said is true.

Your Majesty has done his best to maintain stability in the east. Now he really can't pay the subsidies and war taxes that were suddenly levied last year and this year. I hope Your Majesty will allow an extension of payment."

The Roman representative petitioned the king, and the conference hall fell silent for a while.

However, Ledwin III did not immediately respond to this seemingly reasonable request. His eyes, which could not see any emotion, stared at the other party for a long time.

Although the head-down Roman representative could not look directly at the king on the throne, he still felt as if he was being stared at by a terrible dragon. A little sweat oozed out of his back, and his heart gradually became a little shaken.

As the trusted spokesperson of Roman's Duke of "Temerion and Bomya", he naturally knew how much truth there was in such a half-true and half-false excuse.

". Well, since Lord Osdor has difficulties, I will understand and you don't have to pay the tax." Ledwin said in a deep voice.

Hearing that the majesty, who was intimidating without anger, finally spoke, Roman representative was relieved in the long silence in the conference hall.

Ledwin leaned on the throne and continued to order without changing his expression: "Use the dire wolves of Roman's territory instead of taxes. Within this year, the lords of the East must collect 2,000 dire wolves and hand them over to the king's court. This is the king's order and it cannot be shirked."

"Two thousand dire wolves?" Hearing the king's next words, Roman representative was caught off guard.

He opened his eyes wide and raised his head: "But, but! Your Majesty, the barbarian invasion in the east has not been resolved. If you take away so many wolves, it may cause the military preparations on the border of Roman Territory to be empty."

"When did I say I would take them away?" King Ledwin looked at him with a smile.

"Since you are suffering from the barbarian tribes that disturb the border on the Hektova Plain, how can I, as your king, sit back and watch?

I will send Eric and his flying dragon to stay in the east to assist in border defense. After the two thousand wolves are gathered, they can be handed over to him directly on the spot. The king will send riders and logistics groups on his own to form a dire wolf cavalry unit to help you deal with the invading barbarians."

"This" The Duke's representative opened his mouth, and seeing the majestic eyes on the throne, he did not dare to look directly at it, and quickly lowered his head: "In accordance with your will, Your Majesty, I will convey your will to the Duke."

Outside the palace.

Above the bright sky of the royal city Orlandon.

A huge dark red beast flew across the blue sky and spread its wings in the clouds.

The whistling wind passed by his ears, and Eric, wearing a dragon-headed helmet, shouted happily, driving the huge dragon beast under his seat to roll and fly sideways.

The dragon roar faintly coming from the sky attracted the eyes of the residents of the capital below.

But the citizens who have lived in the royal city for many years are no longer surprised by the traces of the flying dragons raised by the Drakmar royal family in Kronia.

After a long time, after releasing all his vigorous energy on the sky and completing the usual dragon training, Eric urged the flying dragon to descend, and the wings cast a larger and larger shadow, slowly slowing down.

One person and one dragon returned to the royal dragon nest in the back mountain of the palace. The flying dragon stayed in the air, and the strong wind caused by flapping its huge wings made the waiters and dragon trainers below dodge to both sides.

The hind feet of the giant beast with terrible claws fell down with a bang, and the floor of the dragon nest trembled.

The flying dragon tilted its thick long neck, lowered its ferocious head with horns, and snorted with a flaming snort full of sulfur. Its wings folded, and the dragon claws at the front of the left and right wings also fell with its body.

Eric untied the buckle on his waist, held the high saddle and jumped up, wearing the angular dragon-carved plate armor, and jumped off the dragon's back with a bang.

Taking off the helmet decorated with dragon wings, he patted the curved dragon horns of his companion beside him and said goodbye to him: "See you tomorrow, 'beauty'."

The flying dragon shook its head comfortably.

The dragon trainer who came forward blew the whistle and carefully led the giant beast's claws and feet to crawl back to the depths of the dragon's nest, and began to rest and eat.

The attendants next to him waited until the huge flying dragon was far away, and then ran to the prince's side to remove the armor and change clothes for the noble Crown Prince of Orland in front of them.

"Your Highness, His Majesty's court meeting is over." The waiter reminded.

"Just right, I'm going to see my father." Eric told his servant to follow.

The group followed the winding stairs to leave the dragon's nest on the back mountain, rode the horses waiting at the foot of the mountain to avoid being frightened by the flying dragon, and rushed back to the palace.

Entering the inner city of the royal court, Eric dismounted and walked to the main hall where his father was. Passing the royal garden, he suddenly stopped.

He was surprised to see a girl sitting leisurely under a parasol among the flowers drinking tea by the lake in front of him.

"Ines!"

Calling out his sister's name, Eric smiled and walked quickly to meet her.

The blonde girl under the parasol heard the call and looked up with her blue eyes.

Seeing her brother coming, she put down her teacup, stood up from the chair, gracefully stepped back, bent her knees, and saluted Eric with her skirt lifted.

"Good day, brother, long time no see." Ines smiled calmly.

"You're back from Xiwan County? When did you arrive?" Looking at his relatives who had changed a lot, Eric counted the days. It had been more than three years since Ines was sent to "Greater Wester Territory" by his father. After coming and going, the little sister who was small and childish at the time has now become a graceful 16-year-old girl.

"I just arrived, just one day later than my brother." Ines replied gently.

Seeing his little sister so polite, Eric inexplicably felt that there seemed to be some inevitable unfamiliarity between them.

"I haven't seen you for a few years. Are you doing well in Wester Territory?" Eric asked.

"Thank you for your concern, my brother. Xiwan County has a pleasant climate, rich products, and the scenery of the sea is also intoxicating. If my brother has free time in the future, you are welcome to visit. Ines will definitely take you to taste the tender and juicy golden fin sea fish." The little princess raised her fan to cover her lips and answered with a smile.

"Since you said so, I will definitely go and see him when I have the chance." Eric nodded.

As he spoke, he slowly stopped smiling and sighed: "I also saw the son of the Duke of Wester yesterday. The Duke is handsome and his wife is also a beauty. How come their son looks so noble?

Father is really something. He actually wants you to marry that pig? Alas, I don't want to be rude, but that guy is as fat as a meatball. I doubt if he can climb onto the saddle by himself. How can such a guy be worthy of you?"

Ines smiled and shook her head: "Haha, Lord Ackerman will be sad to hear this. Brother Wang, please don't speak out of turn. Besides, Ackerman and I have never... There is no question of whether to marry him after the engagement is made. "

"That's right. Originally, my father sent you to Westerland in the hope that you would grow up together and see what that boy is like. But now it seems that you can't possibly like that guy, right?

Not to mention practicing martial arts, even if you spend some time practicing every day, you won't get so fat."

As a warrior who kills enemies in battle, Eric said with contempt. Orland is famous for knights and is a country built on martial arts. Those lazy and lazy people who are greedy for gluttony, even if they are the sons of the Duke, are not worthy of marrying the royal daughter with the blood of the Dusk Knight.

"How about this, when I meet my father, I will simply persuade him. The son of Duke Osdor is a brave knight. I fought side by side with him last year. Isn't he a hundred times better than the pig of Wester's family? You can go to Romanland with me later to see if he is worthy of your eyes, how about it?" Eric suggested to his sister.

Hearing this, Ines' eyes were filled with helplessness, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After three years of not seeing each other, my brother is still so slow in politics.

In the civil war sixteen years ago, my father started his career with the support of the eastern nobles, and finally overwhelmed the western nobles who supported the previous king and won the throne.

Duke Osdor took advantage of this situation and now manages the entire Roman territory as a solid block.

As the leader of the so-called "Royal Party", he has the support of many lords in the east, including Garsom, and the west. If I, the princess of Orland, marry the eldest son of the other party.

After a few decades, as long as I get a chance, Orland will probably no longer have the surname "Drakmar".

Over the years, General Trosa's line alone has helped my father to divide the so-called "Royal Party" that is difficult to resolve, but it is still far from enough.

Her father sent her to Wester Territory, obviously hoping to unite the remaining nobles who were excluded from the royal party and supported the "former king" in the civil war, and slowly balance the eastern lords who were gradually out of control and formed a subtle alliance.

But now it seems that her silly brother still doesn't understand why her father arranged for him to lead the troops and intervene in the border defense of the Roman Territories.

Lowering her eyes, Ines did not comment on her brother's proposal: "Thank you for your trouble, brother, but Lord Ackerman is not as useless as you said. In short, Ines' future still depends on my father's arrangement."

"Don't worry, I will talk to my father, let's talk again at dinner time." Eric patted his chest and promised.

After saying goodbye to his sister for the time being, he continued to rush to the main hall.

Ines shook her little hand and looked at her brother's back with a smile.

In her mind, she seemed to be able to see the scene of her silly brother being scolded by her father.

Gradually, the smile on her lips faded, and the girl regained the indifference in her eyes.

Who her future husband would be was not something she could decide now. She was destined to be a bargaining chip in her father's hands to maintain his rule.

In this case, whether it was Ackerman from the West family, the eldest son of Duke Roman, or anyone else, it made no difference to her.

But she still didn't want to give up any chance to influence her own destiny.

It's certainly difficult.

She was not a man, so she could not compete with her eldest brother for the inheritance destined to belong to the eldest son. Even if she found a way to kill this stupid eldest brother, the succession to the throne would just fall on other brothers, or even a branch of the royal family.

If you want your father to respect your thoughts, you must master the power that forces him to reconsider his true value.

"Let's go, Agatha, I've missed the scenery here enough." She unfolded the exquisite Salariel folding fan in her hand again, turned around, and called the tall female knight beside her to follow her.

"Yes, Your Highness." The heroic woman who remained silent lowered her head and caressed her chest. She waited until her loyal lord passed by before silently following behind him.

"Sometimes I envy you, Agatha." Inis looked sideways and smiled leisurely.

"Me? I don't understand, Your Highness." Agatha responded in a muffled voice, a little confused. She was born as a slave and endured a miserable and dirty childhood. She finally learned to hold a sword and temper her body amidst the ridicule and humiliation of men. He fought his way out of the mountain of corpses and blood and became a mercenary.

But if she had not gained the favor of the noble princess in front of her and obtained the title of knight, I am afraid that sooner or later she would have died in a meaningless battle like everyone else.

Is there anything in this kind of myself that is worthy of the envy of Her Highness Inis?

"I don't envy your life, I envy you for being able to determine your own value no matter what situation you face.

Speaking of which, when I was a child, I also dreamed about being able to pick up weapons like Brother Wang, ride on a flying dragon, and soar into the sky.

But I am not allowed to practice martial arts and become as powerful as you, because to my father, as a beautiful girl lying on the bed of a high-ranking man, my contribution and value to Drachmaar are even greater. big. "Ines laughed at herself.

"When I first arrived in Xiwan, I even sneaked to the northern fortress, hoping to master the power of those warlocks to help me get rid of the constraints of the mortal world.

Unfortunately, the gods did not grant me the talent to learn magic. Master Hilgard was right. The blood of the Twilight Knight was born with no chance of that power. I almost broke the warlocks' machines.

I knew then that there was only one way in front of me. "

Before he finished speaking, a young man who was gorgeously dressed but chubby, like a dumpling wrapped in jewelry, hurried over with sweat on his face: "Your Highness~! Your Highness Inis, where have you been? Orlandon's The palace is too big, so I’ll have a hard time finding it.”

"What? Mr. Ackerman, don't you thank me for letting you have time to have a private meeting with your little servant?" Inis teased with a wicked smile in her eyes.

"Oh, hush! Hush! Your Royal Highness! Princess! Keep your voice down, I don't want to talk here! If my father finds out, he will beat me to death." The face of the son of the duke could not help but change slightly, and he just wanted to ask for help from someone he could not afford to offend. My sister-in-law was silent.

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