Ride and Cut

Li Cha sent the convoy back to Gaoshan Fort, and lived safely in Noble Court for a few days.

The military aid promised by Sauron did not arrive, but something he had never dreamed of before.

At that time, the lord was eating Hesai with public funds in the noble garden, and Sauron directly opened the door and rushed in, which was quite different from his usual lazy and leisurely behavior.

"Knock on the door, knock on the door!" Li Cha was talking, his mouth full, and he swayed the legs of the frog in the stone stream. After a while, he opened his mouth and spat out a pile of broken bones.

The glands on the back of this wood frog are highly poisonous, but the clean meat is rare in Pompeii, of course - the price is as beautiful as the taste. The lord also discovered by accident that the upper limit of board and lodging provided by the Noble Court is actually so high.

"Hurry up, there is a real big man who wants to see you." Sauron left without looking back.

"Hey, who is it?" Li Cha wiped his mouth with his sleeve indiscriminately, leaving a mess on the table and hurried to catch up.

There was already a carriage waiting for them at the door, and the two tall horses were groomed neatly and beautifully, and they started galloping as soon as the passengers were seated.

"The big man you're talking about isn't the governor of the Northeast, is it?" The lord noticed that the carriage was driving towards the most prestigious residence in Cologne, and the building covered in pure white marble was getting closer as the wheels turned.

"It's His Majesty."

Sauron had the spirit of cherishing words like gold, so he stopped talking after finishing speaking, leaving only Li Cha to look at the sauce and oil stains left on his sleeves on both sides, his eyes slightly dull.

The carriage stopped firmly at the entrance of the mansion, and the servants in tuxedo opened the door, and at the same time, someone began to lead the way in front, and the whole connection was decent and smooth.

"Come with me." Sauron whispered, lowered his head and got out of the carriage.

Although it was a private house, a completely different tension than usual could be seen everywhere. The servants walking around were silent and hurried, more like the orderlies of the army.

Richard could only hear crisp footsteps echoing in the empty corridor again and again, and Sauron finally stopped in front of a wooden door decorated with ivory and gold.

The servant who led the way turned around and bowed to salute, standing expressionlessly by the side of the door. Sauron reached out and tapped lightly on the wooden door, then pushed open the door and walked in without waiting for a response.

This is a small side hall, with several single high-back sofas surrounding a round table, which is all the furnishings inside.

Someone was already sitting on the high-back sofa facing the door.

"Your Majesty." Sauron walked in front of him and stroked his chest in salute. The lord followed behind, imitating the example, while secretly looking sideways.

This was the first time he had seen the lord of Pompeii other than the gold coin statue—Sargerei was wearing a capable swordsman uniform, and he looked about fifty or sixty years old. He sat on a chair with his waist straight, with a vague majesty, but his eyes were tightly closed. The whole figure was like a stone sculpture, and he did not respond to the approach of Richard and Sauron.

For a normal person, it is actually not easy to do this - one must know that biological instinct determines that anyone will be wary of foreign objects approaching, and it is almost impossible to have no reaction at all.

The lord waited for a long time, until he started to stare at the folds of his shoe, only to hear:

"You two, please feel free."

While Li Cha and Sauron were seated, Sargerei finally opened his eyes.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then the King of Pompeii's is a bit too blurry, the pupils are full of fluffy gray shadows, like a stagnant pool of stagnant water, the lord guesses that it should be cataracts or some similar disease.

"Li Cha, I heard that I've delayed you for several days. I'm very sorry." Sargerei's eyes made it difficult for people to feel the presence of focus, but when he spoke, his tone was extremely gentle, which was completely different from the traditional impression of "majesty of the king".

"You are too polite." Li Cha nodded slightly in response.

"Pompeii and Stuart declared war on each other. You must have known it. As the nominal parties, what do you think?" Sargerei's voice was slightly hoarse and extremely magnetic, with a kind of calming power.

"As the party in name..." The lord deliberately bit the word "in name" very seriously, "Of course, everything in our Gaoshan Castle is subject to the arrangements of the military department."

"Li Cha, let me just say it directly." Sauron could tell at a glance that this guy was trying to play tricks, and secretly rolled his eyes at him. "What your majesty means is that we in Pompeii need a hero to boost the morale of the people in this upcoming war."

"Ah, that's right, that's what happened." The lord nodded repeatedly, then looked down at the table without saying a word.

Heroes are meant to be sent to death, whoever likes to be a shit hero, as long as I don't get involved.

"Then who do you think is more suitable?" Sauron chose to continue to seduce in order. "The conditions are very strict-it must be related to the origin of the war, it must have outstanding strength, and it is best to have some reputation foundation, so there are actually not many choices."

Li Cha pretended to frown and pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh in surprise, "Isn't this person you, Lord Sauron—the war that broke out in the Northeast Province is of course related to the noble chief, and his strength and reputation must be first-class. Naturally, he should be a hero!"

Sauron immediately had a shit-eating expression on his face.

If he hadn't been worried about losing his dignity in front of His Majesty, he would definitely have to talk to this little slicker.

"This person is right in front of our eyes. It's neither me nor Sauron." Sargerei's two dull eyes were aimed at the lord, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Li Cha's eyes wandered around the room, trying to find the fourth person, but of course there was nothing to be found in the Lord of Pompeii's room.

"This person can't be me, right?" The lord cursed bad luck in his heart, and never gave up resistance until the last moment.

"It's not who you are." Sauron smiled gloatingly, extinguishing Richard's last hope, "Your name is on the official declaration of war between the two countries, my lord of the mountain castle."

"Don't take this as a burden." Sargerei clapped his hands with a smile, "Sauron, pour everyone a glass of wine and choose the bottle of Fifty Years Cannon."

"Okay." Sauron took out the wine bottle from the wine cabinet in the corner and opened it. The golden wine flowed into the three glasses, and the aroma in the air was rich and complex.

"The military department is already preparing to bestow you with the title of 'Eagle Knight'. You must know that this is a rare honor in normal times." His Majesty Sargerei shrugged his shoulders while holding his wine glass, and continued, "And of course a hero must win battles, and the military department will also provide you with substantial help in this regard."

"Li Cha, this is an opportunity that will make many people jealous for a lifetime." Sauron said.