Prius Dessau had been living a very comfortable life recently.
The experience of working for the Elk family was like a dream, becoming more and more blurry. The Knight's skills and training had long been forgotten, and his belly was getting fatter. For this reason, he bought a new set of clothes and changed them into looser cloth trousers and silk robes, which were more convenient for him to move around without losing his "noble" demeanor, even though he knew that there were no real nobles in His Majesty's territory.
Of course, the Knight's life was not really a dream, and the polished armor in the living room was proof. Strangely, when he was still the Elk Knight, he could not stand these armors and even wanted to sell them to blacksmiths at a low price. However, after he turned to work for His Majesty, he found these armors to be more pleasing to the eye. One of his favorite hobbies at home was to hold his babbling child and talk about the "heroic" past battles in front of the armor.
However, in these stories, Prius never mentioned Duke Ryan, as if he had been loyal to Roland Wimbledon from the beginning and was an impeccably loyal minister.
After entering City Hall, his career had been steadily improving. Seizing the opportunity of the rapid increase in Neverwinter's population, the chicken and duck breeding area in the north of the city had been expanded again and again, and now it had become an extremely large poultry factory. Yes, he felt that the breeding farm he built was not any worse than those factories that produced machinery. Since His Majesty said this word, he immediately hung a plaque at the gate of the courtyard.
Nowadays, many factories had sprung up in Neverwinter, and it had become the most popular word in City Hall. Of course, he could not fall behind.
After all, the number of employees alone was as high as 100, and the total number of chickens and ducks was nearly 10,000. The feed and earthworms that they ate every day needed several baskets to carry, which was unimaginable in the past. As for people calling him "Chicken and Duck Knight", not only did he not care, but he also enjoyed it.
Now that his work was on the right track, Prius was also idle. The first batch of apprentices had learned how to distinguish the male from the female, how to feed, how to select chickens, and so on. They could also train new people, so he did not need to do it himself. Moreover, the fowl plague, which was the scariest thing for raising poultry, could be easily dispelled by the witch named Lily. Therefore, it was not a problem for her to do as much business as she wanted. Usually, he only needed to make plans, compile the statistics, and submit them to the Minister of Agriculture.
In fact, most of the Knight who had been captured with him, apart from a few diehards, were doing quite well. For example, his superior, Sirius Daly, who was originally a Wolf Knight, had now become a minister. He could be said to be the one who was doing the best.
The Light Of Dawn, on the other hand, was promoted to an intermediate teacher. His salary was almost the same as his, but when they were chatting, Filin Schilt seemed to mention that he had other plans and wouldn't be a teacher forever. I don't know where this former Celebrity Knight will go, but it shouldn't be too bad.
There was also Halon, Valsa, Kazan, and the others … They either continued to work as teachers or opened a shop. In his spare time, he would gather with these old acquaintances to chat about daily life, work, and expectations for the future. However, not everyone was convinced by His Majesty. For example, Halon was very dissatisfied with the rule that a captured Knight could not join the army, so he always looked depressed at the gatherings. Prius did not think much of it. Everyone knew that flintlocks were powerful. If it were him, he would not be willing to hand it over to a defeated general.
As for himself, he set his sights on the annual Awards and Honors Ceremony. According to His Majesty's importance to agriculture, he felt that sooner or later he would stand on the high platform in the square and receive the envious and respectful gazes of the people. Not only would he receive the medal from His Majesty, but he would also receive a reward of 100 Golden Dragons. This was much more promising than joining the army.
Prius hummed a little song as he walked to the City Hall. When he was about to say hello to Sirius Daly before going to the farm, the Minister stopped him.
"Ah, you came at the right time. His Majesty wants to see you."
He paused for a moment and asked, "What's the matter?"
"The guard didn't say. He only asked you to go to the castle first."
"I see." Prius pretended to be calm, but his heart was beating fast. The Agricultural Mobilization Conference had just ended. Could it be that His Majesty was thinking the same as him and wanted to promote him as a role model?
With an expectant mind, he walked into the castle. Then, under the guidance of the guard, he came to the office on the third floor.
"Come in." After he reported his name, a familiar voice came from the door. "I've been waiting for you for a while."
"Officer of the Ministry of Agriculture, Prius Dessa, pays his respects to you." As soon as he entered the door, he knelt on one knee like a Knight and clenched his fist in front of his chest. However, his belly was a little fat, so his posture was not as straight as before. When he knelt down, he almost tripped himself.
"Get up." His Majesty sat behind the long table and smiled at him. "You've done a good job recently. Even Barov is full of praise for you. This is not an easy task. That's why I have a new mission for you. "
"Tell me what you want," Prius said respectfully, standing up.
"Listen carefully … this is a secret. Even in City hall, few people know about it." His Majesty suddenly became serious. "And it's of great significance. It's related to the future development of Neverwinter. Once you accept it, you can't reveal what you see or hear to anyone without my permission. I chose you because you're the most suitable person without any precedents, but you're not the only one. If you do well, you don't have to worry about the pay. Now, give me an answer. "
Prius was stunned. He did not expect that His Majesty would say such a thing. Not only did it have nothing to do with the award, but it seemed that His Majesty was going to put him in a very difficult task.
Oh, don't mention the importance of the task or the generous pay … These were equal to trouble in his eyes, and it was even more troublesome if it was related to the secrets of the kingdom. He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he suddenly swallowed his words. "Wait, who is it? It's the Lord of Neverwinter, the King of Graycastle!
Does a king need to discuss when he wants his subjects to do something? Unless the latter had the intention to rebel and hid in his fief, he had to accept the order no matter what. Otherwise, he would have to bear the king's wrath. His Majesty did not directly give him the order because he cared about his feelings. How could he really allow him to refuse?
Prius could not help swallowing his saliva. Even if His Majesty Wimbledon was different from other lords, and every word he said came from his heart, what did he say before? "Please tell me!"
He had just vowed that there was nothing he couldn't do, but in the blink of an eye, he said that he did not want to do it or could not do it? If he were the king, even if he did not lose his temper on the spot, he would remember this knot in his heart. In the future, he would not even be able to be an ordinary official, let alone participate in the award ceremony and the generous reward.
Prius wanted to slap himself on the face.
After hesitating for a while, he finally braced himself and replied, "I'm willing to undertake this important task."
He could not lose this position. His identity as a Knight and his fief no longer existed. If he lost his official position and was no longer in charge of the breeding farm, he would really have nothing.
At this moment, the only thing that comforted him was His Majesty's words — "In a situation where there is no precedent, you are the most suitable" … At least, this was a kind of affirmation of his ability, right?
"Very good." Roland smiled, tilted his head to the empty space beside him, and whispered something. Then he looked at him and said, "Now, come with me to a place."
"Where?" Prius subconsciously asked in a state of anxiety.
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