Master and his butler Mr.

Fortunately, Mr. Housekeeper has already made preparations, and they can leave as soon as they receive the letter.

Hernandez looked at the thick pile of fur on his carriage, lost in thought.

Mr. Steward was also a little embarrassed: "I did take some shots in the capital, I don't know why there are so many left."

It is indeed a little less, but do you think it is the reason why it cannot be sold?Hernandez didn't believe his nonsense at all.Mr. Fermont's fur was cleared on the first day he entered the capital. Not only the ladies, but even the gentlemen liked these gorgeous decorations very much.

A room full of fine fur can definitely win the heart of Mr. Butler!Hernandez was suddenly filled with a certain inexplicable confidence in the future.

It was comfortable though, Hernandez happily admitted the fact as he rolled in the pile of fur.

This time the army allowed Hiernandez to join. Although Mr. Fairmont has the face, it is mainly because of Sir Mountbatten's status as a northern nobleman. The scale is much larger and more serious than last time.

Marshal Jurgen didn't meet them directly, but he sent a personal guard and gave some instructions. Hernandez nodded repeatedly, but his heart was heavy. He felt that he would not be able to adapt to the life of the army for about a lifetime. Fortunately, they are only temporary followers.

The speed of the army was much faster than that of the caravan. The guard specially changed a few good horses for them so that they could barely keep up with the team. It took only half the time before, and they left the Panomores Plain. Arrived at what used to be Rolleston.

The aristocrats here haven't left completely - it's really a remarkable efficiency - the army has rectified here for a while, and then moved out quickly.

Then entered the province of Nango.

Hernandez still had lingering fears about the disaster he had seen here, but the months seemed to have erased all traces of blood—except for a desolate and empty city.

Kantor has almost turned into an empty city. The formerly singing and dancing city lord's mansion has completely quieted down. The gates there are locked, but the windows on the first floor have all been broken at some point, and some curtains, cloth strips and sundries It fell on the ground in a mess, suggesting that there has been a looting here, or I don't know it.

"These untouchables," a young soldier said disdainfully, "the king just gave up here temporarily, and they couldn't wait to resort to robbers."

A group of abandoned townspeople?Hernandez looked at the corner of the street, where there were vaguely dodging figures, looking at the position of the army fearfully but fiercely, but he dared not pounce because of the sword.

A mage suddenly threw a big fireball in that direction, a few screams sounded, and the whole city became quiet again.

"Don't be afraid." Seeing Hernandez's expression, an officer comforted him considerately, "When the army withdrew, they took away all the king's subjects, and the only ones left here are pariahs and robbers. They don't dare to offend the king. army."

But only the nobles and gentry are considered the king's subjects, and the common people are probably all abandoned.

When leaving, Hernandez took another look at the empty city gate, and there were some figures wandering around the gate again, like wraiths.

"Do you think the capital will become like this one day?" Hernandez asked Mr. Steward in a low voice.

"All the prosperity will pass, and all the scenic spots will come to an end. The only constant is time." Mr. Butler seemed to be singing a poem.

"I hope those honorable gentlemen will take a serious look at this place." Hernandez said sadly.

"Maybe they don't care too much."

After entering the province of Nango, it became more and more desolate. The nobles left the land where they lived for generations, and the local garrison army was also shrinking. More and more empty land was like the eye of a storm, tearing the country to pieces. .

The king still has absolute force, and no one has the power to fight back wherever the army passes by. The sword of the knight and the staff of the magician unscrupulously cleaned up this chaotic place, but after the cleaning, the chaos emerged like weeds again. Come out and continue to thrive.

Hiernandez hardly wanted to leave his carriage. He followed the army, wailing and cursing in his ears. The knights were brave and loyal, and the magicians were calm and wise. They all served their king wholeheartedly, but Aren't those who fell on the ground also the king's subjects?

He had doubted some things more than once, the absolute power of the king, the supremacy of the gods, and the nobility of nobles. His weak cognition was completely shattered, and his health was also shattered.

Hernandez fell ill, very ill.His health deteriorated almost overnight, and then he weakened rapidly for no apparent reason.

"I don't know why, but my ears are filled with the cries of those people, although I haven't seen a few people crying," Hernandez nestled in Mr. Butler's arms, his voice was low and weak, "You said, Can I go back to Mountbatten? I miss the wind and sand."

Mr. Housekeeper stroked the young master's cheek: "Don't worry, you will see, and then you will complain that the wind and sand are too rampant."

Hernandez smiled: "I think so too."

"I, I want to tell you something." Hernandez raised his head and stared at Mr. Butler's face, his originally pale cheeks suddenly turned rosy, "I like you very much, no, I love you , Just like Luo loves Mr. Fermont, Carter is probably more like Carter, I always fantasize that you love me too, and when I think about it, I feel that it has become true."

He put his face into the arms of the housekeeper: "You don't need to answer, I'm going to die anyway, I think it's good, otherwise I don't have the courage to speak, you said you like brave people, but I just Emboldened with death."

silence.

Hernandez felt that his mind was a little fuzzy, but his mouth continued to babble uncontrollably: "What kind of girl or boy do you like? I hope he can be like me in some ways, so that you can still think of me occasionally Come on, if you have a child in the future, can you give him my name? It's not very good, it sounds unlucky, you will definitely be the most gentle father, I really want to see..."

After rambling on for a long time, he finally fell quietly in Mr. Housekeeper's arms, as if he had returned to his hometown: the wind and sand in the Gobi were always so annoying, but together with the white snow-capped mountains in the distance and the blue sky above his head, they made up his heart. The most beautiful picture, in that picture, Mr. Housekeeper is smiling at him.