Human dimension reduction

Lorenzo, who was listening, sighed, "Are you really only 13 years old? Your words scare me so much."

He said he was afraid, but still had a smile on his face. After seeing the king's gentle appearance, he seemed to like the little majesty even more, and asked sincerely: "So what are you going to do next? Do you want me to help you kill someone?" "

The king glanced at him and said kindly, "No, we just have to wait. No matter who wins in the end, the crown belongs to me."

"I put my life on the gamble. After sacrificing so many things, I must get more in return."

Lorenzo narrowed his eyes, thinking casually, What a marvel, a king's speech.

The war lasted all night, during which the armies of the two sides were stalemate and started a street battle around the streets and alleys. Most of these soldiers were workers who had lost their land or were out of production. The extreme poverty forced them to sell their lives. After attacking London, the capital of the empire, they were all dazzled by the magnificent and luxurious houses and wealth.

In the pouring rain, the superior officers' control over the subordinates rapidly declined, and the scattered fighting of small units in the street warfare made the army organization chaotic. Countless soldiers ran and shuttled in the streets and alleys, and many people changed from soldiers to brutal mobs , committed an unforgivable crime where no one was looking.

The sporadic small-scale riots gradually expanded, and the blindly fleeing people and the rioters collided. Through the windows of the Tower of London, one could see the flames soaring across the Thames, screaming and running crowds, and bloody scarlet blood. The rain soon The blood was rushed into the flooded river, and the bodies of people in different clothes were floating on the water.

Lorenzo brought down a pot of boiling water from the fireplace, used a thick cotton cloth to cushion the handle, and poured a glass of water for the little king who was staring out of the window: "Your Majesty hasn't seen this scene before, has he?"

The king's cup was wrapped in thick clothes, and a cashmere blanket was pressed on his legs. The edges of the blanket embellished with gold and gemstones piled up on the ground in shiny folds like ocean waves.

"I haven't seen it. Richard and I have been well protected by our father. When we were young, we stayed in Welsh Castle, which has always been the rear of the battlefield. Later, we were brought back to the Palace of Westminster in London. Sometimes we would watch Until they prepare for battle... but they won't take me into battle. You know, prepare... both hands."

Xiaoguo Dynasty's own guard captain blinked his left eye, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face.

"War, chaos," Lorenzo tucked the corner of the blanket for him, and looked across the Thames, "They will worship those who can rescue them from this hell."

"Whom do you propose to be the Saviour?"

Hearing this sharp question, the little king slowly pursed his lips.

The Sardinian Assassin showed his acumen that he hadn't shown before: "I and the people I lead are not enough to suppress such turmoil. They have been coerced into irrational lunatics. Anyone who tries to stop them will be regarded as The enemy then tramples and shreds—I've seen armies retreat in ways you can't imagine, so you mustn't try to appease these raging beasts yourself."

"You will be torn to pieces by them, even if you are the king." The amber eyes showed unprecedented seriousness, and he warned his majesty the king word by word, hoping to dispel any possible dangerous thoughts in his mind .

Although Lorenzo has never been a king, but thinking about it with his toes, he can know how important it is for a monarch who desires real power to appease these mobs and restore order in London. He can instantly obtain the entire London data The support of millions of people is more effective than the support of any noble.

But he also hoped that the little king would be more cautious, at least after the Belladonna incident, he absolutely could not accept such a choice of betting his own life.

"If you insist on doing this, I think I need to reconsider the future of me and my brothers - we cannot accept a monarch who will die at any time."

Hearing these words, the little king finally raised his eyes. The firelight from the fireplace cast his profile on the rough rough stone wall opposite. He looked like a saint painted on the dome in a monastery, with a natural compassionate face. Even the pale green eyes resemble the emeralds favored by the Pope.

"That's why I must give the title of 'London Redeemer' to another wolf-minded guy." The little king sneered.

"As your captain of the guard, I am sorry, yes." Lorenzo refused to back down in the slightest.

The little king suddenly raised his eyes, raised the glass in his hand and smashed it down hard, the shattered and splashed transparent minerals scattered, and the sharp fragments bounced and scratched Lorenzo's cheek.

With the reaction ability of the Sardinian Assassin, he certainly had a way to stop the king before he threw something in anger, but he had no intention of stopping it at all, but raised his hand to block a piece of debris flying towards the king's eyes for the little king.

Bright red blood gushed out of the long and thin wound. Lorenzo wiped away the blood with his thumb indifferently, licked it on his mouth, and rubbed it on his clothes carelessly, calmly fighting the storm with the little king eyes.

"Don't you think you're a bit presumptuous, Lord Earl of Essex."

The little king changed his personal name, and his distant and polite honorifics showed that he was already angry. Such a childish way of declaring made Lorenzo almost laugh—at this time, he didn’t look like a ruthless king.

"The world is difficult, the earl has no food, where can I find such a good meal ticket without the king." Lorenzo smiled playfully, but his attitude was firm.

The little king looked at him coldly for a long time. If someone else was here, he would have been sweating profusely from the king's terrifying eyes, but Sardinian assassins are most familiar with killing intent, no matter how oppressive the little king's eyes are. , After all, it is not as dangerous as real swords and guns.

So in the end, the one who retreated became the little king—Bondonna still had power, and it was really difficult physical work for him to stare at people for a long time.

"I see." The little king reluctantly squeezed out this line between his teeth, his face full of gloom and depression.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compassion." The leader of the Sardinian assassins blinked at him with a smile, stretched out his hands rebelliously to stroke the king's hair, and quickly stopped before the king could react.

"I guess William Stuart's eyeliner must have passed on my poisoning to him. Stuart should return to London soon, and I will have a talk with him this evening at the latest. "

One road was blocked, and the little king no longer struggled, and quickly calmed down and thought about another feasible method.

"According to the King Power Act, Stuart's order of succession to the throne is ranked..." The little king closed his eyes and thought for a while, "37? A position that is not very threatening. I can give him fame and wealth, but he Must return immediately to northern Gaul, and not to be allowed any closer to London."

He knocked on the arm of the chair with his knuckles unconsciously, his eyes gradually became distant and blurred, obviously lost in his own thoughts, Lorenzo on the side stared at his side face, seeing the reflection of the Thames in those pale green eyes The monstrous flames and hot blood on the other side of the river coated the gem-like precious color with a cold shell.

As expected by the king, in the afternoon, three fine horses arrived under the Tower of London. They were all muddy, as if they had been washed by a heavy rainstorm, and rolled around in the mud puddle again. They were more miserable than beggars in London. The leader was wearing a heavy cloak, the original color of which was no longer visible. He raised his head and took off the hood, revealing curly black hair and a gentle and handsome face, looking in the direction of the Tower of London Watchtower.

Five minutes later, the closed gates of the Tower of London creaked open, and as soon as a gap was opened enough for the horses to pass through, the leading man couldn't wait to urge the horses to rush in.

William Stuart had never been so disregarding his manners. Anyway, he still remembered the basic etiquette of meeting the king. He untied the cloak that had been beaten by mud and water while walking, and threw it into the hands of the knight behind him. Standing at the gate of the tower was the king's bodyguard who greeted him. William glanced at him quickly, and said in a short and harsh voice, "Where is His Majesty the King?"

His tone was so serious that it was only natural that the guards replied casually: "At the end of the second floor... Wait a minute—"

Before he could stop him, the consul of Northern Gaul had already swept in like a whirlwind, and when he passed by him, he sternly threw down a short word: "Don't follow."

From the first floor to the end of the second floor, it only takes 15 seconds for an adult man to quicken his pace. The narrow wooden door is half closed, and the people inside have probably been informed by the guards and are quietly waiting for his arrival.

Stuart took a deep breath, the exhaustion from the long journey and the sleepless fatigue suddenly surged up from the depths of his body, almost dragging him into a deep black dream, he paused for a while, straightened his back, hung up With the usual gentle smile, he walked up slowly, and knocked on the door with his fingers curled up: "My lord, may I come in?"

"Please come in." The hoarse voice belonging to the little king replied softly.

The heart that had been mentioned for a long time finally returned to its original position at this moment.

The little king was sitting on a chair in front of the fireplace flipping through a hard-cover book. The cover of the book was gilded, and it was glowing with dark golden light under the firelight. Compared with the last separation, the 13-year-old boy was thinner A lot, a face with a little baby fat has completely receded the thin flesh, the pale golden hair has grown a lot, covering the side face with prominent cheekbones, the legs are covered with thick blankets, and the shoulders are pressed Wearing a blood-red cashmere cloak, with the king's jeweled emblem pinned to his chest.

"Good day, Your Majesty the King, you don't look very well." Stuart stood at the door, looked at her carefully, and said in a calm voice, "That stupid Sardinian is obviously Grossly dereliction of duty.”

The little king raised his hands, snapped the hardcover book shut, and looked back at his own Duke Stuart.

The two pairs of dark blue and light green eyes faced each other, and Stuart realized that no matter how his appearance changed, how thin and fragile his body was, there was always a strong and proud soul in those emerald eyes.

Belonging to the king's soul.

The little king looked at Stuart for a while, and said in a gentle tone, "You don't look very well either, it's very windy and windy outside, do you need a cup of hot tea?"

Stuart was dripping water all over his body, his smooth black curly hair was sticking wetly to his back and neck, his trousers and coat were soaked with rainwater and fell heavily, the bottom of his boots were muddy, obviously This journey was very difficult, and no matter how well he concealed it, the little king could tell from the blue and black fatigue and stubble under his eyes that he should not have had a good rest during this period.

Before Stuart could answer, the little king picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, and gently pushed the steaming teacup to the opposite side, saying softly, "Please sit down, my Duke."

Stuart paused for two seconds, and finally walked over, sat down opposite the king, but did not reach out to touch the cup of tea: "I am very relieved to see that you are alive and well."

The little king laughed: "Your words sound a bit harsh."

Stuart's deep blue eyes were cold and severe: "Then you would never have imagined how I felt when I heard the news."

The young king raised his hand and made a pause gesture, thinking for a while: "Please don't be so angry, my Duke, in fact, this is a win-win thing for us."

Stuart's expression cracked for a moment, but he quickly recovered his mood, took a few short breaths, relaxed his tense muscles, and showed a polite smile: "Would you like to hear more about it? "

"When you entered London, you should have seen the current situation. Lancaster and Gloucester are fighting each other, and the whole of London is in chaos. I don't know if His Excellency the Duke is interested in the title of 'London Redeemer'." ?" The little king didn't beat around the bush, but straight to the point.

Stuart's pupils shrank, and his body subconsciously leaned forward, like a poisonous snake seeing an interested prey.

"So what do I need to pay?"

"Order," the king replied without hesitation, "I want a normal London, not this hell of mobs, bandits, and routs. After that, you can go back to Northern Gaul to get your Glory to ruler of all Gaul."

Stuart raised an eyebrow. To be honest, this price is really insignificant compared to what he can get.

But after thinking for a while, he quickly understood the king's current predicament and the reason why the king had to seek his help, which gave him another idea.

"It's very tempting, but please allow me to refuse. This should not be something I do." Stuart politely refused, and the little king turned to look at him. They both knew that this was just a matter of waiting for a higher weight. code words.

"Have you got enough," warned the young king, "or are you going to be the next Gloucester?"

Stuart's eyebrows twitched slightly. It is undeniable that he did have such an idea just now. Which man can refuse such a temptation?The power and glory that are close at hand are spread out like this, and you can touch them as long as you stretch out your hand——

But the little king's icy eyes pulled his rationality back in an instant.

not the right time yet.

He was facing a real king, and too hasty to fall, like Gloucester, who was already going to hell.

"No, I will always be loyal to you, my lord."

Stuart announced gently, and at the same time stretched out his left hand, the blood-red rose heart was still worn on his little finger, and the surface of the gemstone ring reflected various faint red lights.

He gently took the little king's slender hand, as if holding fragile porcelain, and placed a kiss on the back of the hand where light blue blood vessels could be seen, repeating.

"I will obey your will, clear the obstacles in your way, and give you an orderly and peaceful London."

"This proves that I will always be loyal to you."