Ride and Cut

Before they reached the lord's hall, they saw a large group of particularly dark and strong centaurs gathering at the door. Judging from the numbers, all the Shire warriors who stayed behind in the Alpine Fort have arrived, which is quite unusual.

You must know that the Ripper's daily training tasks are very heavy, and the soldiers don't have time to hang out at all.

They were talking to each other, and they all used their hometown dialect in a hurry, and Li Cha couldn't understand it. It can only be seen from the expression and demeanor that one or the other is hesitating, and I don't know what happened.

Seeing their lord falling down, the burly charr warriors retreated to make way for the door.

"It's nothing shit, don't gather here to block the way." Li Cha glanced at it, and after a while, the Shire warriors scattered like birds and beasts.

"Master, why are you here?" Li Cha walked into the room, let his eyes get used to the slightly dim light, and found that besides Du Pont there was a little boy about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Li Cha, long time no see." Du Peng forced a smile, the dark circles under his eyes were obvious on his chubby cheeks, and he looked a little tired.

The little boy was even worse, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his hair was as messy as dry grass. Not to mention the shabby clothes on his body, there was also a strong sour smell of sweat, which could make people fall head-on. To be honest, the slaves at the bottom of the mountain castle didn't tremble as much as he did.

As for Li Cha himself, his clothes are all made of high-quality materials and finely crafted, and they have been cellared with spices. This is a unique technique that elves only understand. Wearing it on the body has a faint fragrance, which is refreshing and not obtrusive, which is very in line with the aristocratic demeanor.

"It's only been a few days, so it's not a long time." Li Cha glanced at the little boy's butt.

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

Lion people, the royal family among the orcs. It's just a head of brown hair, which doesn't seem to be as golden and bright as the legend.

The Shire warriors in Alpine Fort had all served as court guards, and considering 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 his mouth is tightly pursed to appear very stubborn.

Generally speaking, for people of this age, even if they have some worries, they tend to be on the surface, but Li Cha always feels that he seems to be carrying a heavy burden.

There was resentment, pain, sadness, and confusion in those eyes, which were really not like the eyes that people of this age should have.

"Li Cha, do you know what I did this time?"

"Master, you won't get involved in the power change of the orc kingdom, will you?" The lord already knew it in his mind, and the question was just a confirmation, and he sat on the chair and let out a long sigh, "That's not what people like you should be involved in."

"The old king Reinhardt and I are very good friends, and we have been keeping in touch with each other." Du Pont patted the boy next to him on the back. "Not long ago, I suddenly received a magical letter from the boy, saying that Reinhardt died under the persecution of the new king Feili, and he was hiding in the city. So I sneaked into the city and brought him out."

"The old king is his father?"

"Yes." Du Pont nodded, "Fili is the son of a subordinate adopted by Reinhardt, and all other members of the royal family have died. So in theory, Sinclair is the only existing legal heir."

"It's been several months since the new king ascended the throne, and still can't catch you?" Li Cha looked at the boy with a good eye, trying to find some clues from his expression.

"I used charcoal to cover up my appearance, bleached my hair with lime, and swallowed coals to change my voice." Sinclair opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and frightening, "I disguised myself as a civet orphan and hung out among street beggars, so those traitors would not suspect me."

"The most dangerous place is the safest place, yes."

After he finished speaking, he and Master Du Pont looked at me and looked at you, but no one said a word. Holding the tea and sipping slowly, one can hold his breath better than the other.

old fox! The two criticized each other in their hearts.

As soon as Li Cha heard the standard of "Prince's Revenge", his head hurt at the beginning, and he didn't want to get into the muddy water at all, silently praying that the two plague gods would leave quickly.

As for Du Pont, the magister's time is more precious than gold. Since he came to Alpine Castle specially, it must not be just for tea.

"Ahem." The fat old man had a purpose after all, and it was impossible to hold back the treasure infinitely. "I once planned to take Sinclair to Fulis, but the kid was unwilling. Alpine Fort is the closest place in Pompeii to the Orc Kingdom. He wants to stay here, so I'm here to trouble you."

"You don't want to restore the country, do you?" The lord looked at Sinclair with firm eyes, as cold as autumn water, "It's been a few months, and the best time has slipped away. Now that the general situation has been achieved, everything is over."

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

"You are not welcome in Alpine Castle." The lord's gaze was at least a hundred times firmer than his.

If it weren't for Du Pont's face, he would definitely be driving people away with a broom now. Little fur kids always think that the whole world revolves around them, but they don't know that the "world" in their eyes is nothing in the eyes of others.

Li Cha doesn't care at all who is in charge of the half-orc kingdom - anyway, it's not his turn.

"Li Cha, why don't you have any sympathy at all." Du Peng stared at him, "This is a child whose family was ruined at the age of thirteen!"

"Master, it's not that I don't have sympathy." The lord sneered, and said mercilessly: "There are too many things involved in this - just look at the reactions of those Shire warriors just now, and you can tell, is he trying to recruit my soldiers?"

The Shire warriors were all court guards who had served the old king. If you think about it with your toes, you know that you are no stranger to Sinclair.

"Yes." Sinclair was straightforward enough, and nodded without hesitation, "But they all refused."

"It's great to be brave." The lord's tone was between ridicule and sarcasm. Those who are familiar with him know that this is a precursor to anger. "Do you think they are no different from usurpers, they are all betrayals."

"I did think so."

"Ha!" The lord let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, and said in a strange way, "Okay, I am a hero, I wish you success in restoring the country in the future, and come back to humiliate this group of shameless traitors."

"Li Cha, can you be patient and support Sinclair to finish?" Du Pont said.

"But calm down, my mind has changed a little bit."

"Oh, do you think they are inferior to Fili the Usurper?" The lord was still sneering.