Realm of Power

"I didn't expect that I would be fooled by others!"

Duaisari, with his head hanging down, was driven forward by several Zhivadin City guards. He passed by the busiest commercial street in Zhivadin City. Countless people on the roadside looked at the miserable Duais with mocking eyes. Sarri, this is already the eighth unlucky guy this month

The Samoans generally do not use violence. An unfortunate encounter like this can only mean that you have offended one of their reputations. This is not the first time that this has happened. They often drag the person out for a walk and then let him go. At this point, the Samoans are obviously much better than the lords in other areas who are ready to cut off people's heads at every turn.

The special envoy badge Duaisari wore had long been torn off, and his body was covered with countless gray footprints. His whole head was larger than usual. Sweat flowed from his forehead and through the red and swollen wounds on his face, which hurt. The corners of his mouth twitched. For the face-loving Kyoto aristocrats, the scene just now was certainly terrifying, but now such a shameful parade in disguise is more terrifying than hell.

When Douaissari arrived at the city gate of Zhivadin, his destination, after running around for several days, and carefully asked about "the idiot standing on the city gate to urinate", the city guard guarding the gate not only did not respond, but looked at him with a look on his face. With an idiot look on his face, he yelled, "Here's another guy talking about that guy."

The nearby city guards immediately swarmed him and knocked him to the ground. Their fists fell like raindrops. The inexplicable Duaisari could only hold his head in pain and scream like a pig.

"You can't do this. I am the king's envoy! I am the king's envoy."

"Bah! Even if the King's envoy comes, it's useless. Our Lords have said that anyone who dares to discuss this matter in the street again will be beaten into a pig's head!"

The captain of the city guard team kicked him fiercely several times, then stopped and pointed at Duaisari, who had been curled up into a ball.

"Search carefully! See if there is anything to prove your identity. If he is a noble, drag him to the streets. If he is just an ignorant little landowner, let him go!"

"Sir, this was found on him." The city guard took out the document from Duaisari's chest. The city guard captain opened it and looked at it. The beautifully written official text on it was no different from a tadpole in the eyes of the city guard captain. , the Samoan soldiers were originally farmers and knew how to read. There are not many of them, not to mention the twists and turns of official documents in the kingdom's documents, but I still know the heraldic curved grass stems that represent the noble rank on the noble coat of arms covered under the document. This East-West City guard We've seen a lot of it on the caravans traveling to and from the nobles.

"One, two, three..." The eight highest-grade grass leaves startled the city guard captain. "This guy can't really be a king, can he?"

"Hold this thing! It's none of my business if it falls!" The captain of the city guard looked nervous and stuffed the document back into Duaisari's arms. Although the Samoan soldier did not take the nobles seriously, the noble His Majesty the King still has some status. After all, he is the highest class in name and is synonymous with the glory and reputation of the kingdom. The Samoan soldiers who were born in peasants are not yet arrogant enough to trample the royal authority on the ground.

"This is a big shot. You guys are going to send him to the legion headquarters. The city guard captain turned around, winked and waved to the city guards behind him, and finally solemnly told him, "Remember to start from South Street. In the past, there were fewer people and fewer cars, so there was no danger! "

This is how Duaisari's journey to hell began. Seeing the crowds of people gathered around and pointing, Duaisari felt like dying, "I am destined to become the most popular laughing stock in Kyoto this year!"

"I'm really sorry, your Excellency is not in Zhivadin City." Sidok, the herald of the legion headquarters, looked at the embarrassed Duaisari with a professional smile on his face. Just now, the city guard reported that a big man from Kyoto was escorted. Nobles, the legion arranged for Sidok, who was responsible for receiving business groups, to receive them. He needed to meet a large number of businessmen every day. Sidok had already perfected his smile training. "If you have anything, you can tell me. When the Lord comes back, I will tell him”

"Can His Majesty the King's order also be conveyed? Duaisari was holding a ball of fire in his heart, but was blocked by Sidok's charming smile. He took out the document signed by the King from his arms angrily: "I am the King. His Majesty’s special envoy, I have important orders that I need to personally inform the Marquis of Dustin.”

"The king's special envoy!" Sidok didn't expect that the other party's background was so big, and he couldn't help but frown slightly. It would be better for the Lord to deal with such an unjust situation personally. "If this is the case, then the only way is to trouble the special envoy to make another trip, Lord." Already yesterday I went to Riva Cheze in the south. You know, there is a grand knight competition there in late July!" Sidok expressed his regrets helplessly, and deliberately emphasized the word "grand" in his speech, no. Without a hint of sarcasm,

"Grand knight competition!" Duaisari stayed there with a stunned expression. He was just a small person in Kyoto. How could he know the great changes that were taking place in the entire kingdom? In his heart, Kyoto was still the center of the kingdom, with all the glory. They should all belong to Kyoto, and only Kyoto is qualified to host the knight competition, but the other party told him that Kyoto is no longer the center of the kingdom's glory.

The small southern town of Nichiwa can hold a knight's competition that can be described as grand. It has been a patent of Kyoto for a hundred years.

"The world has changed!"

Duaisari's face became ugly, and the pride of the Kyoto aristocrats in his heart had been completely lost. The identity of the special envoy that he thought was so glorious now seemed no better than the owner of a run-down grocery store on the roadside.

"In that case, I'm going to Zhiva Cheze!" Duaisari stood up and said goodbye. No matter what, he still had to hand over this annoying document to Marquis Dustan. The bounty given by the Kyoto nobles was not small. The amount is enough to last for three years.

The fat man was riding on the horse, the cool wind was blowing by him. The construction in the territory was in full swing. The invitation from the southern Riva Chetze had been sent for more than half a month, and the date of the Riva Chetze Knights Competition was still six days away. , out of reputation considerations and curiosity about the knight competition, Fatty decided to take the time to check out the Southern Riva Motors.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. The Dardanelle family has made such a big fuss, so what if you don't join in the fun? In fact, the fat man hopes that all the southern lords will participate, so that the angry eyes of Kyoto will be transferred to Zhiva Chenori. Because the fat man knows that in the eyes of the decadent nobles in Kyoto, lofty fame and reputation are far more terrifying than the army.

"Sir, after passing the Avron Pass in front, you will reach the territory of Bruga Castle!" Salon, the captain of the guard, pointed to the narrow mountain road exit in the distance and said, "That is the most important fortress in the north of Zhiva Cheze, and the lord there Hasanbulai has always been hostile to us Samours, calling us "fallen knights bought by money"

"The fallen knight who was bribed with money!" The fat man was stunned when he heard this, and smiled noncommittally. "Haha, that's a good title. If he knew that none of our Samoer commanders were knights, I don't know what his expression would be!"

"Haha!" The fat man's words caused a burst of laughter from the guards behind him. This time the fat man brought the entire light cavalry regiment. A total of 3,000 fully armed cavalry passed through his territory. Several lords were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they did not dare to leave the castle. , in their eyes, this huge cavalry legion only needs to stamp their feet to trample their weak forces into ashes. The Samoir knights, who are more powerful than the Kugits, have long been famous throughout the south.

"Let's go to Zhiva Cheze! Let's see the performance of the so-called knights!"

The fat man waved his riding whip ambitiously, and the cavalry group behind him surged toward the mountain pass like a torrent of steel.