The Blackening Journey of the Abandoned Knight

The same moment, the other side.

Unlike His Royal Highness, who is five years older than the crown prince, although he is also an adult, the second prince who still lives in the palace occupies the second best residence in the palace, which is only worse than the bedroom where His Majesty the emperor lives. Even the crown prince who is out of the palace is not treated like this. Of course, even in ordinary families, the youngest son of an old father is always more favored than the eldest son. Raised to be a little devil... same thing.

A maid is also pushing a dining cart, on which are placed large and small sterling silver plates, all covered with large silver and white round covers that are smooth enough to be used as mirrors, but even so, there is still that delicious taste that can be used as a mirror. The taste buds on the tip of a person's tongue and the aroma that was fully activated by a stiff stomach hovered slowly, making the maid unable to resist a small swallow.

The bland taste of the saliva immediately made her even hungrier.

Girls—the ones who can work here are of course girls, pure and beautiful—glanced at the dining car, and then tried to overcome her desires, and she persuaded herself in her heart—listen, you can’t be reduced to Li Li's fate, if she wants to go to the Prince's Mansion to serve the living dead with her, it shouldn't matter if she secretly eats a little...

It took a few seconds for her to realize what she was thinking about last.

These meals are for the distinguished guests of the second prince. These distinguished guests came here two years ago and have been living in seclusion. However, no one in the palace knows where the crystal bottle of potion for the crown prince came from. Thinking of the ladies Some vague words circulated in private made the maid shudder silently.

Respectfully, more respectfully than a few minutes ago, she knocked on the door.

The door opened.

"Breakfast today." The Poker Ghost King, who let the maid leave, pushed the dining cart to the small living room and said to a few people staggering on the sofa.

But his buddy apparently didn't remember it yet.

The poker ghost king didn't care, he took some food from the dining car and sat at the dining table, tied the white napkin slowly, and then a young man stood up from the sofa unsteadily.

He roughly woke up the few people who were in a mess with him, to be exact, a few naked girls, even clothes or quilts were not covered for these girls who had been tenderly cared for by him a few hours ago He pointed at the door to signal them to leave, and the girls didn't complain, and left obediently.

When the young man walked to the table, Poker Ghost King was already cutting a medium-rare veal steak. He yawned and waved, "Hey, boss, you have a good appetite today."

The poker ghost king chewed carefully, feeling the chewiness of the muscles, and was very satisfied with the second prince's service. He didn't cast a disgusted glance at the young man until he finished his mouthful, "Tao Xin, if I didn't hear you yesterday Tossing in the living room all night, and," the poker ghost king swept his eyes up and down, and looked at Tao Xin all over, this bastard obviously didn't think that as a human being, it's best to put on clothes, "You don't look like this If you appear in front of me, my appetite should be better."

A door opened, and Black Plum Blossom—the new Black Plum Blossom appointed later by the Poker Four Corners Circus—stepped out of it, well-dressed, still in the usual dress of white-collar women, as if she hadn’t seen the peach heart standing at the dining table, Bypassing him, he picked up coffee and croissants from the dining car, and went back to his room without saying a word.

Tao Xin didn't start cursing until the woman closed the door, "The stinky bitch didn't even say hello to me!"

Angrily, he picked up a piece of noodles and was about to put it on the seat next to him, when he suddenly found that there was already a person in this seat.

Tao Xin determined that this position was absolutely empty a second ago.

"Red Fang, please do me a favor, don't be so elusive, okay?!"

The young man called Hong Fang squatted on the seat holding a glass of milk, without even looking at him.

If it wasn't for the Poker Ghost King's stop, Tao Xin would almost have stuck the noodles in his hand on Hong Fang's head, he panted and sat on the seat on the other side, and began to bite the noodles viciously.

At this moment, the watch on the Poker Ghost King's wrist suddenly beeped.

The sound of the beep was more rapid than the beep, but the poker ghost king still maintained his original rhythm and finished the veal steak in two mouthfuls. During the period, he also drank some wine. After carefully wiping his mouth with a napkin, he read the message.

Then he said to Tao Xin: "Go and call Black Plum Blossom."

"Boss, what's the matter?" Tao Xin asked boldly.

"It's nothing." The Poker Ghost King took another sip of his wine and replied nonchalantly, "Our little lamb entered this world twelve hours ago."

***

The knight's movements stopped suddenly, but he didn't panic. He conveniently stuffed Ada behind his back, turned around, and arched his back, "Masters, what's the matter?"

"You..." The short Templar looked at him, and then at the men who had begun to gather in the small open space. They were also wearing cloaks, but they didn't put on their hats, but it seemed suspicious to be dressed like this. It was too much, and the short Templar, who had an intuition that something was wrong, turned his gaze back and found that the man in the cloak was no longer where he was.

Only a little boy like a beggar is still there.

The short Templar knight frowned. Although in the eyes of the road, his juniors were all unqualified, but obviously, the life-and-death relationship with the undead and the sense of threat they brought to each other have not changed from now Disappearing among the members of the Templar Battalion, the short knight called Ida to him, looked at the boy for a while, and asked.

"Boy, where was that person just now?"

Ada was stiff, with cold sweat streaming down her back.

The undead disappeared in an instant, but he could feel a cold gaze slashing across his back like a knife.

I have to say that he made up too much of his imagination, but thanks to this, Ida finally didn't have the courage to report the location of the dead to the two Templars.

He lied.

"It's my uncle in another village. He heard what the old men said, so he wants to go home as soon as possible."

Don't know what's wrong but it's not. Shorty Templar: "You know what happens if you find out that there are families that didn't enlist, huh?"

"Master, that person just now is really my uncle..." Ada hadn't finished speaking when he saw the village head approaching, and he quickly shut up.

Everyone in the village knows what is going on with him. If he had an uncle, he would never live here again. It is better to have relatives to support him, not to mention the village chief. Ada still remembers how this old man gave him his father. The last bit of money left was searched through the cracks in the wall.

The malnourished, emaciated boy shivered again, not because of the cold gaze behind his back, but because of the sudden flood of memories and... an inexplicable sense of unease.

"Yes, sir, I can testify that there is no one else in this child's family except him, but we all care for this child as if it were our own," the village head tightly clasped his hands like dead tree roots. Ada's shoulders and his bones were aching. It was unbelievable that this old man had such great strength. "I don't know about that one just now, but it is true that his father's distant brother plans to come to see him recently."

Ada looked at the eloquent village head, and felt for the first time that people can really be shameless.

The Templar looked suspiciously at the warm-looking grandparent and grandson. It wasn't that he couldn't find any doubts, but this job was already very troublesome, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he didn't ask any more questions in the end, and waved his hand Let the old and the young get out of here quickly.

Ada was held hostage by the village chief to the back of a house. The old man assumed the posture of holding a candle to talk at night, and patted the wooden stake on one side to make him sit down.

I can still feel the expression on Ada's face when the undead sits behind her, she is about to cry.

"Little Ada," said the old man with a kind face, "You only know how good my relationship with your father is. He is willing to entrust the last property and you to me."

"..." Ada: Hehe.

"I regard you as my son, my grandson, and you feel the same way, right?" The old man continued, twisting his voice, he might be able to wring out a basin of water.

The old man held the boy's arm with such strength that Ida felt her right hand was broken.

The boy had to nod, with tears in his eyes, "... yes, yes... grandpa."

The old man smiled, he was as kind and happy as before, but in Ada's eyes, he was even more evil than the previous undead, "So, Ada, my little grandson, you should also agree to be the man of our family to apply Bar."

"..." Ada.

Wait, are you sure? !

The boy roared in his heart, but he still managed not to throw the words on the old man's face. He had to take two deep breaths to keep calm.

"Masters won't accept me when I look like this," said the boy.

"That's not necessarily true," said the old man. "You've seen those amusing dwarfs in the circus, although they are a little shorter, but they only need a little money. The two master knights don't care about such things." of."

Ada bit her lip.

The bastard had clearly thought of everything and didn't give him the right to say no.

The old man showed a very kind smile, like a murderous old wolf under the moonlit night.

He said, "Okay, that's the decision."

Ada followed along on the road like this, as the village chief said, the two Templars didn't care about a child like him appearing in the procession at all-after taking the jingling cloth bag.

Their time was very tight. It was a long way from here to the New Cycia defense line. If they didn't hurry up, they wouldn't be able to get there in two weeks. The group of people met men from other villages on the road and kept going day and night.

Ada was very puzzled that she could keep up with the team.

On the third night, they finally made a good camp. Ada fell asleep on the ground exhaustedly, but it was very strange that he woke up naturally at midnight.

Probably wanted to pee, he thought, feeling a little cold around him.

Then he saw a pair of eyes.

Light gray, too bright, does not belong to human eyes.

It's the undead.

The undead looked around, none of them woke up, and asked him in a low voice, "Do you want to leave?"

Is this the temptation of the devil in the legend?

Reason told him not to agree, not to answer, but somehow, the boy opened his mouth.

His voice was drowned in the sudden blast of a horn.

"Enemy attack! There are robbers!"

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When Nineteen wants to follow the plot, the paragraph will become extremely short... refer to the last third of this chapter

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