Human dimension reduction

When he uttered these words, both Stuart and Edward felt the fear from instinct, the tiny fluff on the back of the neck stood upright as they faced the scythe of death, the head of the assassin from Sardinia Obviously he was still standing there without moving, but the killing intent had already approached the little king's throat.

"How much did they give you?" Edward asked quickly. "Is it better than what a king can give you?"

Lorenzo rolled his eyes and replied with a smile: "Wealth, Your Majesty, enough wealth for me and my brothers to invite the best 'ladies' to hold a dance party last year."

Stuart sneered: "That's it?"

Lorenzo curled up his lips, his lip color had the unique dark red color of Sardinian residents, like crushed rose petals, or the dried heart blood of a dying person: "My lord, this is already remarkable. La."

"I can give you ten times the money and take your people away from here."

Stuart said coldly.

Lorenzo looked at him, then at the king under his cloak, pouted his lips strangely, flicked the tip of his tongue, and let out a crisp "da": "Is this the Duke's plus size? With all due respect, That money can buy the credibility of a constant Sardinian assassin."

If it wasn't for the fact that his life was still in the opponent's hands, Stuart would almost laugh angrily.

What the hell credibility does an assassin have? !When they plot to kill people for money, they are already regarded as livestock goods available for purchase!Would any buyer ask a cow if it was reputable?

But soon, the consul of Northern Gaul realized what Lorenzo was alluding to.

Hired assassins of course have to use money to do things. If they were bought before the battle and turned their swords to kill their employers, who would dare to trust them and hire them in the future?This is indeed not a question of money, but a question of reputation.

Damn it, I actually want to be reduced to discussing credibility issues with an assassin? !Stuart thought with a gloomy face.

But the duke, who grew up immersed in intrigues and tricks, immediately thought of another problem: Since Lorenzo didn't get serious at the beginning, but spent so much time talking with them, it means that there was no twist. room, but the problem is not money...

In a blink of an eye, he quickly raised his head and scanned his surroundings, and found that the Sardinian assassins, who had always been known for their swift and vicious actions, were still entangled with the king's guards.

He immediately understood what Lorenzo meant, but...

Stuart glanced at Lorenzo, who was looking at the king beside him. Obviously, the price had to be offered by the king.

"...My captain of the guards." To Stuart's surprise, the little king in his arms was more intelligent and decisive than he thought, and found the crux of the problem almost at the same time as him. Said without hesitation, "If you wish, sir, you will be my captain of the guards, and you and your brothers will have--"

He slowed down for two seconds, as if he was spreading out an invisible map in his mind, and soon he found a suitable place: "—Essex County, what do you think of this place? The climate is mild, there are rivers and Flat hills, suitable for growing grain, rich in water and soil."

This is indeed a blessing that a duke cannot give. Only the king has the right to confer titles. Although granting titles to foreigners will cause criticism, the king has not promised that the title can be hereditary, as long as Lorenzo dies—and let It was always easy for a man to die - and the territory would go back to the king.

Assassins cannot be instigated by money, but they can claim that they were inspired by the king. They can even say that they are the guards under the king's command, and they received Lancaster's order to assassinate the king just to protect the king. This reason is reasonable and high-sounding.

...It's hard to say whether Lorenzo already had this idea when he took over this mission, otherwise, why would the leader of the assassins come here in person, and deliberately ordered his companions to release water on the guards.

Sure enough, Lorenzo, who got the desired result, threw down his dagger, put his left hand to his lips and blew a loud whistle. The sharp whistle blew across the chaotic scene, and the assassins in various clothes stopped at the same time. He retreated quickly and left the battle circle. The guards with blood surging were about to catch up, but they were stopped by the order from the king behind them.

"Gentlemen, these are your future colleagues. Thank you for inspecting their abilities for me and proving that your bravery is not inferior to them."

The little king stepped out of Stuart's cloak, looked around slowly, focused on the group of rebellious assassins, and then said to the guard: "Everyone present can get two pounds in cash each. .”

The assassins laughed and cheered, and then the guards bowed their heads respectfully.

The new Earl of Essex approached his new lord with a step as light as the petals of a moonlit flower, or of a bird in the tops of a slender branch. However, the noble lady who is the best dancer in the court may not be able to have such a rhythmic footsteps. His vigorous and flexible body does not seem to have any weight.

Edward allowed this dangerous Sardinian assassin to come to him, and when he was still a few steps away, he suddenly said: "You know, I can order my guards to arrest you immediately, right? I am on the way here, Saw the noose in the square waiting for work."

Lorenzo stopped in his tracks, his amber tender and affectionate eyes were as romantic as water: "Your Majesty, there are still many Sardinian assassins I lead who haven't appeared here, and you probably wouldn't want to The rest of your life will be shrouded in the shadow of assassins, right?"

He looked at the little king who was two heads shorter than him, his curious gaze swirled on the little king's face, and at the same time he lazily raised his hand——

Dingling clangs and immediately joined together, three thinly ground blades, a Hidden Blade, a dozen slender iron needles, a small Rolled iron chains, and a few oddly shaped gadgets that don't know their purpose, but obviously don't look easy to mess with.

Lorenzo raised his hands, held his palms to his ears, and danced his flexible ten fingers a few times as if playing a piano, and winked playfully at the king with his amorous amber eyes: "Guess, is there anything else on me? "

Edward and Stuart showed a slightly disgusted expression at the same time. It was really inappropriate for the handsome assassin to make such an expression. Although it was not ugly, it was somewhat naive and disgusting.

"Never trust an assassin's 'unarmed'." Lorenzo raised a finger with a smile, "This is one of the life-saving secrets given to you by your newly appointed captain of the guards, my little majesty."

So on the way back, the poor coachman was driven out of the car by the new captain of the guards. The head of the assassin, who was still wearing the coarse cloth robe, held a grass stalk he did not know where he got in his mouth, and skillfully Wielding the whip, he didn't hit the horse's buttocks, but slapped it on the ground, squinting his eyes and smiling at the assassins following the car.

The horseless assassins rolled their eyes and trotted behind the carriage, cursing loudly in Sardinian at their inhuman leader. At the same time, they secretly glanced at the attendants on horseback. The hairs on the backs of the guards stood on end, and they pinched the horses' bellies one after another, urging the horses to stay away from this group of malicious people.

Richard frowned at this strange "coach driver", hesitated to speak, he did not have such a person in his memory, and such a change made him a little startled.

"This is our Earl of Essex, the new captain of the Palace of Westminster." Seeing the doubts of his brother, Edward introduced a sentence lightly.

"Guards..." Richard reacted in an instant. The current captain of the guards was from the army under the Duke of Gloucester. When Edward IV was in power, he was the most solid barrier in the palace. Called, this barrier has become a hindrance to the new king.

"But..." Richard wanted to mention Gloucester, but because of Stuart who was on the sidelines, he finally closed his mouth and did not speak. After listening for a long time, he did not hear Lorenzo withdrawing his attention. Drive two cute little horses to turn on the King's Road, and the end of the road is the majestic and majestic Palace of Westminster.

To Richard's surprise, when the captain of the guard who had guarded the palace for more than ten years heard the new appointment notice, he didn't react extraneously. The guards left the palace, turned around and entered the palace of the Duke of Gloucester.

Of course it doesn't matter if he's gone, the problem is...

The guards he took away included most of the guarding forces of the palace. In an instant, the defense of the Palace of Westminster became extremely weak. Even one of the two honorary knights standing outside the king's bedroom was gone, making the defense of the palace stretched. .

This is obviously a threat from Gloucester: without him, the king cannot even guarantee the majesty of the king. If Lancaster can hire an assassin who dares to take the king's life again, this assassin does not even have to wait. The king is out of the palace, but can swagger over the wall, patiently find the king's bedroom, and then put the noose of death around the neck of the noble king.

However, his wishful thinking will soon come to nothing. Lorenzo has taken over the defense of the palace. Of course, the leader of the assassins knows the places that need extra precautions, and his subordinates are all good fighters. But even so, The number of people supporting the king's guard of honor is still not enough.

Fortunately, Edward still has his Lord Duke.

Stuart transferred the knights under his command. They were originally the guards stationed in northern Gaul. It was not difficult for them to travel north and south with Stuart's patriarchs to guard the gate for the king.

But this way...

"But in this way, my duke's mansion will be open." Stuart smiled at his king, "Maybe someday an assassin from northern Gaul will take my life."

Of course, these words are mixed with a lot of water. How can the Stuart family lack such a few knights, but Edward still looked connivingly at the teacher who was older than himself: "Then, my dear Duke, Wes There will always be a room for you at Minster Palace."

It is something that kings of all dynasties will do to reserve a room in the palace for nobles with sufficient status. Whether they can have a room in the palace is also a symbol of whether the family has sufficient power and status.

William's father had had a room in the palace in Edward IV's time, and by the time William came to power it was rightfully his.

However, "as a matter of course" is different from the king's personal promise.

On the day William Stuart moved into the palace, Richard lost sleep due to anger, but according to Edward's observation, his insomnia should not only be due to Stuart's arrival.

"I didn't think it was necessary for you to know this..." Richard hesitated for a long time, but decided to tell the whole story, "I just wanted you to spend these two months instead of Brother Wang...but I found that you can do it." Much better than I thought.”

The arrival of Lorenzo made the Duke of York see another kind of hope. When the moonlight covered the courtyard, he curled up on the soft bed and stared at the pale golden hair of his brother in the faint light: "There is one thing thing, I think you may not know."

"We... don't get all the progress of...'fate' as soon as we open our eyes." Richard struggled to find an adjective, "Only when we are about to die, or when the world has collapsed, we will get …that knowledge. It was only two months since my brother and I entered the Tower of London, and only three months since we were murdered, so we learned this before anyone else.”

Richard opened his pale green eyes: "But those rebels...their death is still far away."

The little king, who had been listening with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

That is to say, in fact, neither Gloucester nor Stuart knew the follow-up plot at all, nor could they detect the changes in the king, and he had more room for action than he thought?

"But you have only three months," Richard said in a whisper, "but death is inevitable."

"And I wish you'd made them feel hell sooner."

Let those who are addicted to power drown in the pus of power, let those who exchanged betrayal for a crown die at the last step of touching the throne, let the head of the villain who broke the weak rose fall to the ground and die in pain!

The hatred in his eyes almost burned his whole body. The little king lying next to him stretched out his hand, pressed it lightly on his head, and stroked him a few times like stroking a cat. His voice was low and sleepy, as if what Richard was talking about was only about tomorrow. Breakfast arrangement: "Okay, I see, go to bed early Richard."

The little king slid his hands down his neck and spine, and patted the Duke of York's back softly, as if it was not a big deal, not as important as putting his younger brother to sleep, but in such regular pats, it was reasonable The distorted resentment that Zha had ignited actually subsided slowly, replaced by long sleepiness.

...If... He meant that if Brother Wang could have such calm and firm strength and wisdom, didn't he...

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Temple Gardens in London,

Two roses were cruelly broken,

The sword of the new king approached the scepter of the old king,

Ugh,

Where to find a paradise without gunpowder and poison!

——"The Book of Truth: The Little King"