Ride and Cut

"By the way, our Majesty..." Li Cha stretched out his hand and tapped his browbones, his gray eyeballs were still vivid in his memory, "Is it because my eyesight is not very good?"

"It's not too bad, it's almost completely invisible." Sauron said in a low voice, but immediately shrugged, "But this is not a problem for His Majesty Sargerei at all."

"Why?" The lord's curiosity was aroused.

After all, senses are very personal, and once they are missing, no amount of power and money can make up for them. A servant may clean the table and wash the floor for the master, but it is absolutely impossible to smell the flowers, listen to the birdsong, and taste the delicacies, because that is meaningless.

"Your Majesty's fighting spirit is very advanced." Sauron suddenly reached out and took off the mage badge he had been wearing on his chest, and threw it into his inner pocket, leaving only another officer's medal, "so he can use his fighting spirit and spiritual power to sense the outside world, similar to eyes."

"Amazing!" Li Cha opened the curtains of the carriage, and whistled loudly at the nightingale passing by outside, which attracted a lot of smiles.

"Your Majesty is indeed very talented." Sauron snapped his fingers, and the curtain was blown by a sudden breeze. "If I had chosen to concentrate on the path of magic, I would have a good chance of becoming an intermediate mage, but who told me to be in charge of the Noble Garden."

After all, human energy is limited, and the so-called talent is only relatively rich on this basis, and it can never be truly inexhaustible.

If you make a statistics on the successive kings of various countries, and ignore those who only pretend to do nothing, it is not difficult to find that most of the truly diligent kings are mediocre in their own strength. It's not because these people are so clever and all talented and dull, but because governing itself is a double consumption of energy and time.

The use of energy is an either-or process. Using it for governance will definitely affect personal cultivation. It is difficult to become a qualified king if you focus on cultivation.

It is better to cut off one finger than to injure his ten fingers.

Sauron is just a noble garden head and he is limited by this, not to mention His Majesty Sargerei who is in charge of the whole country. You must know that he has been known for his hard work in the past 30 years!

But His Majesty Sargerei did it. Throughout the entire history of mankind, the last king who could do both was the rebel Nero thousands of years ago.

At the same time as the king, he had astonishing attainments in magic and prayer, shining like the sun in that era. But it is a pity that this does not mean that Nero is a superman, on the contrary - he is a madman.

"Your Majesty is the wisest monarch in Pompeii in the past hundred years." Sauron obviously admired Sargreg very much, and his tone became very different from usual.

"During the 30 years of his reign, Pompeii's national strength has grown the fastest. If we fight Stuart at this point in time, the odds of winning are also the highest."

Li Cha saw that Sauron's arms were covered with goose rash, and he felt that it was quite penetrating for a man to talk about another man in such a tone.

So the lord abruptly changed the topic, "Alpine Castle is now in the same sequence as the Dragon's Claw Legion, so I don't need to go there first to get acquainted."

Sauron might still be planning to continue listing His Majesty Sargerei's great achievements, and he looked unhappy when he was interrupted, but finally nodded after thinking for a while, "It is necessary, why not go now."

The luxurious carriage with black background and gold paint turned a corner on the street and galloped towards the military camp on the outskirts of the city.

Li Cha leaned against the car window bored, watching the trees on both sides of the window passing by quickly, the buildings on both sides became more and more sparse and shabby, and even the road itself changed from stone paving to gravel.

The shock absorption of the carriage itself under the buttocks was not enough to offset the ruggedness of the gravel road, shaking him a little drowsy. When the wheels finally stopped turning, only the rough buildings made of large logs and boulders remained outside.

"Here?" Li Cha wiped his saliva, opened his mouth and yawned.

"Here we are." Sauron walked out first.

In the open space surrounded by the log fence, hundreds of strong men are lined up in a neat horizontal and vertical queue, practicing spear stabbing under the leadership of the instructor.

Autumn in Cologne is already a bit cool, and it should not feel any heat. But sweat has soaked through their clothes, dripping with every movement. Individually, these soldiers are not very strong, but every time Li Cha stepped forward and fired his guns, Li Cha could feel the ground trembling slightly under his feet.

Farther away, there are still many cavalry who are turning back again and again to practice coordinated charging. The orderliness is amazing enough for laymen, but they are obviously still not satisfied with it.

Perhaps it was because the golden Augustus family crest on the side wall of the carriage carried some weight, soon a bearded officer left the training team and ran over.

"My lords, this is the residence of the Dragon Claw Legion."

"A glorious legion, that's why we're here." Sauron patted Richard on the back, "Richard, the Baron of Alpine Fort, bears His Majesty's orders, and is here to visit His Excellency the Legion Commander."

"Your Majesty's order?"

Sauron handed over a roll of parchment, which was the letter of appointment that Richard had just received. The bearded man opened it and glanced twice, then quickly rolled it up and returned it to Sauron.

The lord is still a little drowsy, otherwise he might have noticed that this person had a slightly weird expression when he read the letter of appointment.

"My lords, please follow me."

The bearded man led the way first, followed by Li Cha and Sauron. After a short walk, the bearded man made a gesture of invitation at the door of a stone house.

Due to the consideration of defense, the lighting of military buildings is generally not very good. After the lord entered, his eyes dimmed and before he had time to adapt to the light, there was a burst of orderly and hurried footsteps behind him.

I don't know how many spear infantry rushed over and surrounded the stone house, setting up heavy spears and waiting in full force, and an old man in a robe holding a wooden staff slowly walked behind the bearded officer.

Li Cha blinked his eyes twice, and he found that the old man's mage badge was more complicated and gorgeous than Sauron's.

"My lords, please forgive my offense," the bearded man puffed up his chest and pressed his hands on his belt, "but since you all say you are Richard, you might as well tell the truth first."

Li Cha turned his head and looked deep into the room. There was a huge cowhide map hanging on the wall over there, and several people were standing in front of the map and pointing.

It was only then that they realized, dully, that something was wrong, and turned to try to figure out what was going on.

The lord had an ominous premonition when he saw the broken braid, and when his eyes touched the front face, the premonition finally came true.

The two stared at each other and were stunned.

"It's you!" The lord finally recognized that this was the big black guy who pretended to be Gunther in the open-air tavern. Behind him, there were "Richard" and "Hurt" with lowered brows and shy eyes, and the other looking up at the sky.

very noisy. . .