The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

At dawn, Cruyff checked his sheepfold as usual, and all the sheep were there.

Then he checked the rock salt in the sheepfold, which was almost licked up, and went to town to buy a few pieces in a few days.

Just the dozen sheep in front of him made Cruyff feel very satisfied with his current life.

Thinking about the past, when you were in the woods, you could have food if you could catch prey, and if you didn’t have prey, you could eat grass. It’s not like now, you can eat beans when you want to eat beans. You can also cut some beets and cook them together, so you can eat them when farming is busy. Mantou, let alone cheese every day.

There is no work in the ground today, all they have to do is drive the sheep into the pasture and bring them back in the evening.

When Cruyff drove the sheep to the meadow outside the village, his wife and children had come over with a large bundle of freshly cut grass, and were spreading the grass in the trough.

He made a few buckets of water from the well next to him and poured it into the sink. The sheep would drink it when they were thirsty.

There are fences around the grass, not afraid of sheep running away.

After finishing this, Cruyff's wife and children went to the nearby firewood forest to chop wood, and he began to exercise on the edge of the grass.

Not everyone in the village can herd sheep, only ten militiamen in a village are qualified to herd sheep, and can enjoy goat milk or cheese every day.

If you relax and someone beats you to the ground in front of the villagers, you have to say goodbye to these sheep.

He recalled the exercise that Governor Charles had taught himself in the militia camp, and began to do push-ups.

Back then, their battle-hardened warriors dismissed this ridiculous move.

However, under the leadership of Governor Charles, everyone followed suit. In the end, everyone was as tired as a dead dog, and the Governor was only slightly sweating.

After two years of training, Cruyff found that the javelin he threw was much farther than before, and the stone locks that he could lift became heavier and heavier, and he had to admire the wise Governor Charles in his heart.

But this is not the time for complacency, as the former tribe, now the strongest warrior in the village, Cruyff's goal is to join the "Silver Armored Rider" under the command of Governor Charles.

When they were in the militia training camp, they saw the "iron cans" being trained in the cavalry training camp next to them. The momentum of the cavalry, which was all armored, made these fighters tremble.

Now is the opportunity, Governor Charles announced that he will select ten people from the local militia to join the "Silver Armor" this winter.

So Cruyff must hurry up to train, knowing that there will be many competitors in other villages, Van Basten, Bergkamp, ​​Ruud van Nistelrooy, Sneijder, Robben, Van Persie and others are not as strong as Poor yourself.

At the same time, in the back garden of the Imperial Palace, a handsome young man walked towards the pavilion with high spirits.

Emperor Friedkin's originally gloomy face instantly filled with sunshine, and after the boy approached, he asked happily, "Totti, is there anything good today?"

The fourteen-year-old Prince Totti couldn't hide the smile on his face. He came to the emperor and said excitedly: "Father, I competed with others yesterday, and my sword cut off all their swords!"

"Really?" Although the emperor already knew what happened yesterday, he still acted as if he had just heard the surprise, "So you got a good sword?"

Prince Totti took off the sword from his waist, and with the scabbard he handed the sword to the emperor with both hands.

Emperor Friedkin drew his long sword, and a silver light flashed in the pavilion.

"Good sword!" The emperor couldn't help but sigh again.

Prince Totti nodded again and again and said, "Yes, this is what Charles picked out of hundreds of swords, and he just sent it to me the day before yesterday."

The emperor's eyes changed in an instant, and returned to normal the next moment.

He asked Prince Totti: "What do you think of Charles?"

Prince Totti replied: "He has a lot of respect for me, and he will give it to me as soon as he has something new."

"He also gave me a clock, and every hour a bird jumps out of it to tell the time."

"He's just a little bit bad. He's as preachy as Mr. Polimeni."

"In this letter, he told me that this sword is just a piece of iron to me, because the real sword in the emperor's hands is an invincible army, and he also suggested that I give this sword to the army that has made outstanding achievements in the future. ."

"He also said that the clock was just a toy, and it was used to show off to others and put it in the warehouse. Later, when there was a need, it would be given to those who deserved credit."

Emperor Friedkin listened quietly, sighing inwardly.

Over the years, every time Mr. Hozenproze sent something to Prince Totti, he would secretly review it with His Majesty the Emperor, and this time the sword, the chime and the letter were no exception.

At the same time, Charles also sent a letter to His Majesty the Emperor, stating that Prince Totti is at the age most likely to be confused by the so-called treasures, so he must cultivate his correct values, so as to avoid the future enthronement of the country to toss the country for the so-called treasures.

The letter also said that if Prince Totti was too addicted to these two things, he would ask His Majesty the Emperor to chop the bell into pieces with a sword, and then throw the sword into the sea.

Emperor Friedkin was silent for more than half an hour after reading the letter. Charles was more concerned about the growth of the prince than his own father, and he was more able to educate the child, "The sword in the emperor's hand is a legion, not an iron block. You can't ignore the real sword because of the fake sword." This simple but to the core words can't be said.

Now His Majesty the Emperor is very troubled, and he has lived longer than he estimated.

Back then, a serious illness in his heart made him feel that his life was not long, so he took advantage of the coincidental appearance of Charles.

However, after insisting on exercising with the "eight-segment gymnastics" taught by Charles before leaving, my body is getting better and better, I eat more food than usual, I don't pant when I walk, and I even pee farther than before. , it is not a problem to live a few more years depending on the situation.

But the bigger question is coming. With Charles' smartness, did he see that he was being used?

Emperor Friedkin was very distressed, and he felt the need to have a frank talk with him in the near future.

Prince Totti saw that his father was distracted, and knowing that he was thinking about things, he stood there silently.

At this time, the attendant brought a few people to the garden, and the two people in the pavilion were secretly shocked when they saw the man's dress.

Those were the messengers of the 19th Legion. The leader held a small flag in his hand. At this time, if anyone dared to stop them from seeing the emperor, they could stab that person directly.

Emperor Friedkin's heart beat a few times, and what he was most worried about was that Charles was assassinated, because before, the 19th Legion would bring the assassin's corpse and captives here.

The leading messenger handed over the bronze cylinder tied to his chest into the emperor's hand before stepping back in a salute.

Emperor Friedkin hurriedly opened the cylinder, poured out the letter inside and read it carefully.

It's just that he watched it three times, and his expression was different each time, and at the end he was holding back a smile.

Prince Totti was very curious, did Charles win the war?

"Look at it." Emperor Friedkin held back a smile and handed the letter to his son, "This matter has something to do with you."

When Prince Totti took the letter, there was only a question mark on his head, but after he read the letter, there were all question marks on his head.

"Royal father..." he asked in a daze, "this...this...is this possible?"

The emperor didn't answer, closed his eyes and meditated.

Opening up the territory and expanding the territory, I never imagined that in the last few years of my reign, I would also encounter the opportunity to expand the territory and expand the territory, and the price was only for my son to have children with more than 30 barbarian women.

"Father...Father..." This was the first time that Prince Toti interrupted his father's thinking, "What should I do?"

Emperor Friedkin opened his eyes and said unquestionably, "Just go to the palace in the suburbs to live for a while."

Prince Totti opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

At the same time, Charles also didn't know what to say. He looked at the thirty or so young girls selected from various tribes, and thought that the first thing His Highness Totti would do when he ascended the throne was to give him poisonous wine or three. Ruler White Aya.

"Your Excellency the Governor has taken a fancy to them?" an unshaven chief asked Charles, "If so, you can keep them, and we will choose another batch for the Prince. No matter how good the Prince is, there is no better His Excellency the Governor. what."

The chiefs of the other tribes nodded in agreement.

Charles sighed and said, "Everyone, I understand that these girls are good girls who are easy to bear and raise, but the criteria for choosing wives are different, I hope you can understand."

"Understandable, understandable." One of the chiefs nodded quickly, "Just like the Governor-General likes thin, short, small girls, right?"

Charles was at a loss for words, well, now even they think they are lo*ic*n, they just rejected other women, and they always take Pore by their side.

"Bole." Charles said to the little maid, "Go and fetch all the books in the bottom drawer on the left side of my desk~www.wuxiaspot.com~ report back to the lord."Bole replied coldly, "I've burned all that rubbish."

Charles' eyes were straightened. It was rare to see a decent set of girls' picture albums on the market, but they burned like this. Isn't it because the weather is hot and they have less clothes and fabrics in order to dissipate heat.

He squeezed his brows, and then said, "Everyone, take the girls back first. When Hozenproz comes back in a few days, I will ask him to go and pick them up from everyone."

In the wailing of the girls, Charles ran away immediately.

He was worried that the girls who were full of joy would do something to him when they were excited. If he couldn't use magic, he might not be their opponent.

Two months later, Master Hozenproz brought the re-selected girls to a palace on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

It's just that when the attendant introduced His Royal Highness to everyone, his face instantly turned pale, "Who is this guy?"