Chapter 85 Sigh

He squinted his eyes to look at the thick parchment.

His eyes used to be as bright as lightning, which could scare people to death. Now his eyesight is so weak that it is difficult to distinguish whether a bird is a crow or a black eagle from a distance of ten meters. He can only see a blurry shadow.

In the lower left corner of the letter, there is a sketch of a wheat field with sloppy lines but extremely vivid.

As the letter said.

That wheat field is more productive than the most fertile land in the world.

The wheat ears are next to each other, and each grain of wheat is extremely full. The dense wheat stalks extend to the boundless distance...

A painter who has not seen this scene will never be able to draw this scene.

He threw the parchment into the fire. A suckling pig was roasting on the bonfire, and the royal chef was preparing lunch for him. The parchment twisted and deformed on the burning wood, and then burned violently.

The flames became stronger and stronger, and wisps of black smoke came out of the parchment and floated upwards, and the handwriting and sketches turned into ashes in it.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while, but soon had to open them again.

"Master," the visitor said, "please forgive me for disturbing your rest."

"Master Yihe, would you like to eat suckling pig?"

In the bright sunshine of midsummer, the temperature was not high, but very mild. The garden was beautiful and exquisite, the grape trellis was covered with green shade, the courtyard corridor was winding, the lush forest extended to the distance, the clear lake, and the distant tall city wall.

These scenes made the afternoon full of tranquility and peace.

"Let's talk later, master, I have something to report to you."

Master Yihe was a thin man. When he was young, his hair and eyes were black, but his nose was very high and had some classical features. Now he had more traces of time.

The learned bachelor deserves respect, and Yihe is undoubtedly the most respectable one.

Master Yihe spoke solemnly. "The witches have made a big fuss in the north. The witch hunters of the Church have sent batches of them and issued mobilization orders one after another, but they are definitely not dealing with ordinary people..."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"...You need to know this."

"Now I know, what do you want me to do!" He was a little annoyed.

What can he do?

When he was young and energetic, the thought of conquering the whole land burned in his chest like wildfire.

Years are water, time is sand, and in front of the ocean and the desert, the rootless flame cannot last long.

He was born at the wrong time, and he was at a loss when he drew his sword and looked around.

The original town of Sige was conquered and suppressed by him personally.

But he didn't want that kind of small victory, but a hearty victory!

As for who the enemy is, it doesn't matter at all. He is arrogant and just wants to fight to the end of the world and become the second conqueror.

He longed for war and victory, and traveled through mountains and rivers to find the witch.

At that time, the witch told him that he could not do whatever he wanted with the human race. The former court witch promised that there would be a day, but it was definitely not now.

He hated his era, vented his anger through overeating, and crazily satisfied his material desires, and did not care that his martial arts were gradually abandoned.

Now the opportunity has come, and the witches are forced into a desperate situation and are finally willing to take action.

But he is very old, too fat, slow to react, and the blood in his body is no longer hot. How can he cooperate with them?

His eyesight is getting worse and worse. When he was young, he could shoot rocks 300 meters away. Now his body is like a mountain of meat. With a weight of 500 kilograms, he can't even stand up, let alone pull the bowstring.

Scholar Yihe said nothing. When he turned his eyes to the debris on the campfire, he asked in surprise: "This letter?"

There are not many people who can deliver letters to his master, and he knows when those people write letters. They are nothing more than those kings of the earth and other dukes, or big merchants in the free city-states.

But such letters are usually kept.

"Roman's letter, written by Seth." He calmed down.

"Oh, I remember, Seth went on a long journey with Roman, no wonder I haven't seen him giving etiquette lessons to others these days."

"I asked him to write a letter, but he didn't do anything, so I secretly told Seth to tell me everything. Seth is very loyal, and Roman is a rebellious son!"

Ihe rarely saw him so concerned about a thing, he didn't even care about the affairs of the court, so he had to say: "You drove him to the wilderness, it's normal for him to have some complaints."

Hearing this, he emphasized: "He volunteered, he is the best child of the Liejia family."

"Master, please! I beg you not to say this to others, especially Lord Gale, he is your eldest son, the first child born to your wife." Scholar Ihe was terrified, and he was relieved when he saw that the royal chef was far away and couldn't hear what was said here.

"I'm not dead yet."

But there will always be a day when you give up the throne. Scholar Ihe thought to himself, he sometimes felt sad for his heir.

But from Lord Gale's perspective, he shouldn't think that the illegitimate child can bring any threat.

Lord Gale is the orthodox one. At some point in the future, all people with the surname Liejia will have to assist him, otherwise they will lose the legitimacy brought by the surname.

"I have to tell you, I know what Gale is thinking, but I never know what that kid is thinking. When I noticed him, he was ten years old. His mother died giving birth to him, and I ignored him for ten years. I don't even know how he grew up."

"You shouldn't compare him with Lord Gale." Yihe reminded again.

"He is him, and Gale is Gale. If he had his own ideas, he would not leave, but would show his courtesy and performance in front of me, and maybe I would agree to list him as an heir - give him a large piece of land. But he didn't, because he looked down on me and my position."

Among his many descendants, that child is a natural prodigy, rare in the world, and can quickly understand and master anything he learns. He is also the only one who dares to stand in front of him and say those words that horrified others and made him sound a little sad.

The tiger should be out of the cage, let me leave, I will bring you a new era - if you can live to that time, you should be able to see...

It doesn't matter where he goes.

He just wants to escape from the fence.

In the Broken Armor Territory, there are too many restrictions. If you are protected by rules and order, you will have to work for these rules and order in the future, otherwise you will be bitten back.

So he would rather become a wandering knight and start from scratch.

As for the methods, there are too many. You can become a bandit, a mercenary, or participate in a martial arts competition and start from the bottom. In less than two years, you can bring out a group of usable soldiers who are willing to obey your command.

In this era, having soldiers means everything. You can accept employment and fight everywhere. When the time is right, you can occupy the magpie's nest and stand firm.

People with courage and wisdom have a much higher survival probability than ordinary people.

And some people who are both wise and brave are born kings.

He specially conferred the river valley with excellent geographical location to him. That matter was originally a secret.

Bachelor Ihe didn't know these things. Roman was very low-key in the Grand Duke's territory. He had too many illegitimate children. Some illegitimate children would be sent here to receive education after they had children.

He could only say, "You worry too much."

He assured him, "No one can ignore your position, and no child will despise his parents."

"I love them, I love my children, I spoil them, no matter they are men or women, they are the continuation of my bloodline. What I could not do before, I have to pin on them. This is the expectation for future generations, and also the expectation of my ancestors for me, because the family motto of the Split Armor family is... to overcome difficulties."

He sighed suddenly when he said the last part.

He was an unqualified Grand Duke of Split Armor, who had lost the ability and qualification to overcome difficulties.

If it was him when he was young, if it was him when he was young...

He felt sad and irritable for no reason, and looking at his fat palms, he would also feel despair.

He hoped that he was Roman, vigorous and energetic, just like what Seth said in the letter, no matter what he did, he would do it himself.

But in fact he was Gale, living in the shadow of the times. The first half of his life was full of glory and honor, while the second half of his life was gloomy and failed.

His heart is always tired, always habitually avoiding everything, unprecedentedly negative.

"My Lord, what I want to tell you is not only from Wan Dong, but also from the Plateau and Iceland. The King of the Plateau has asked for help for the third time, saying that the barbarians are at the gates of the city; and the latest news from the King of Iceland is that the pirates are preparing to hold a pirate conference this year; some merchants who are on good terms with you have reported that there are more and more robbers on the road recently..."

"Why are you telling me these things! Let them do whatever they want, rob! smash! burn! kill! Let them do it, what's there to say about these little things, I couldn't do anything when I was young, what do you want me to do now?"

His old tone was angry and weak, as if a person could never stand up again after lying for a long time.

Scholar Yihe was hesitant to speak.

He is always like this, every time he talks to him about serious matters, he will lose his temper for no reason, whether it is between vassals or at the kingdom level.

These topics are like fuses, connecting to the explosive barrels, and they will explode at a touch.

If they are not lit, what should these counselors do?

Scholar Ihe suddenly envied Seth. It should be much better to follow a young lord.

"Then I have nothing to say."

The wise scholar bowed and left.

He knew the consequences of usurpation. The people of the Moya family are still tasting the bitter fruit.

...

This is the most magnificent and solid castle in the Split Armor Territory.

Named after the bravery of the ancestors, the Red Dragon Castle has stood for more than a hundred years.

It is tall and intact. Since its construction, it has never been baptized by any war.

The flag of the Split Armor Greatbow has been flying on this castle for the same number of years.

The ancestor of the Split Armor could pull the dragon-slaying bow with his bare hands and conquered this land together with the conqueror.

He conquered the chaotic countries, quelled the disaster of the barbarians, and killed to the end of the ice sea. He is a true legendary figure.

The Grand Duke of Split Armor saw the back of Scholar Ihe disappear in the corridor under the ivy.

His eyes were dim as he stared at the suckling pig. The delicious skin was fat and sweet, making him want to eat it, but he felt sick after eating it.

These things must have corroded his will and body.

He felt pain, a pain from both body and mind. He hated everything, but what he hated most was his limitations as a human being.

He looked up with great effort.

Perhaps because he had been staring at the campfire for too long, his red and turbid eyes were also stained with the embers of the campfire.

Through the gaps between the green grape leaves, the fluttering flag of the cracked armor appeared vaguely in his blurred vision, and the flag embroidered with a red bow seemed to be burned by the embers in his eyes...

A heavy sigh came from this quiet courtyard, and it lasted for a long time.

"Breaking through the thorns... Alas..."