Damn it, damn it! What kind of bullshit prince is he? Isn't he just a poor guy who was thrown into the wilderness! Cornelius thought fiercely, but looking at the two guards holding the hilt of their swords behind him, he had to temporarily swallow his anger into his stomach.
Walking out of the castle gate, he saw the guards turn around and leave, so the Baron was relieved.
He pulled out a wet handkerchief and wiped his forehead, fiercely spitting out a mouthful of spittle, while imagining the scene of the spittle hitting the prince's face. This wasn't enough to vent his anger, so he stamped his foot on the spittle twice, feeling a little better.
So what if you blocked the demonic beasts, do you think you can stand firm in the Western Region? Continue to be proud, let's see how long you can be proud! Cornelius thought, if he hadn't received reliable information, he wouldn't have come to Border Town so early. Generally speaking, the nobles would return to Border Town later than the civilians, after all, mining and hunting were not their turn. They only needed to go to the mine every once in a while to supervise the production and wait for the day of the ore delivery. In their spare time, they could also go to the hunters' homes to see if there were any suitable high-quality furs to buy.
But this year, the situation had changed. Cornelius heard from the Chief Financial Officer, Sir Reynolds, that the Duke Ryan was ready to drive the 4th Prince out of the Western Region – this wasn't a betrayal of the Graycastle Kingdom, but an order from the new King, Timothy Wimbledon: "Roland Wimbledon is no longer the Lord of Border Town, the new territory needs to be re-conferred after he returns to King's City. "
Who was Sir Reynolds? He was the favorite of the Duke. In just a short five years, he climbed from a municipal official to the position of Chief Financial Officer. If he hadn't used his relationship with his distant relatives to send him two good furs every year, how could he have known the thoughts of the Western Region's ruler?
"Re-conferring the new territory after he returns to King's City" was just a nice way of saying it. Even Cornelius knew that the eldest prince had been sent to the guillotine without saying a word. When the 4th Prince returned, wouldn't he be at the mercy of the new King?
There was no doubt that the Western Region belonged to the Duke. If it was only a unilateral order from His Majesty Timothy, then it was still open to discussion. But when the Duke was ready to go, Roland Wimbledon was no different from a stray dog.
This was also the reason why Cornelius had rushed to Border Town. Firstly, he wanted to collect some furs as soon as possible, and secondly, he wanted to sell the house. First of all, his calculations were very shrewd. In previous years, the civilians had fled to Longsong Stronghold to take refuge, so naturally, they didn't have much stock. But this year, they had been staying here all the time, so how could they not receive a few good goods? Not only could he earn a small sum of money, but he could also give a gift to Lord Reynold.
The second point was that Cornelius had asked Lord Reynold to arrange a seat for him in the City Hall. Although it was an idle job, it was better than this damned poor place. Since he couldn't use the house anymore, he had to get rid of it as soon as possible. Who knows when the Duke will make his move, in case this group of untouchable people accidentally burn down their houses, it would be a big loss.
However, he had never expected that the house would not be burned down by the untouchables. Instead, it would be torn down by the 4th Prince. Thinking of this, Baron was so angry that his teeth itched. A good house! Although one hundred and fifty Golden Dragons was somewhat exaggerated, but thirty Golden Dragons was still worth it.
In order to get the money as soon as possible, he had retreated again and again, and even twenty Golden Dragons was barely acceptable, but His Highness actually treated him like this! He didn't even take out a single coin, and even threatened me with the crime of defection. Didn't he know that every year during the Months of the Demons, all the nobles would evacuate from this place?
Wait … Cornelius slowed down his pace, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. Although he had heard before that the 4th Prince had a bad character and acted without thinking, and that when he had just arrived in Border Town, he had maliciously molested Baron Simon's wife, and had been privately discussed as a joke for a long time. But today, the feeling he got was completely different. The Prince didn't become angry out of humiliation or act shamelessly. The way he behaved was completely different from his bad character and his acting without thinking. The other side had been talking to him in a normal tone, so why was he so scared that he obediently gave up the ownership of the house? Could it be that if he insisted that the house was his, His Highness would really kill him?
That's right … Cornelius couldn't help but shiver, and the sweat on his forehead shrank back. Now that he thought about it, when he was facing the Prince, he had the illusion that he was talking to His Excellency the Duke.
Baron shook his head vigorously, trying to put this unpleasant memory to the back of his mind. Anyway, the 4th Prince wouldn't be so proud for a few days. When Duke Ryan brought Border Town back under his control, and when he escorted Roland Wimbledon to King's City, he would have to laugh at him. Maybe with these twenty Golden Dragon coins, I can ask His Excellency the Duke to help me seek justice.
Thinking of this, he relaxed. Since he had received a few good furs, he didn't need to sell the house, he might as well just go back to Longsong Stronghold. Saying "I will inform the nobles who will have the same misunderstanding" was simply too pretentious. When he returned to Longsong Stronghold, he had to imitate it for everyone to hear, so that everyone could see what it meant to be a bluff.
Leaving the castle area, Cornelius walked down the long slope, and passed by a woman wearing a hood.
Originally this wasn't strange, among the townspeople coming and going, the women were all dressed like this. If you wanted to see a beautiful young lady or a noble lady, you had to go to King's City. But when a gust of wind blew the corner of the woman's hood, Cornelius felt his heart jump, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify.
My God, what kind of woman is she? She has a rare long green hair, and just by revealing her face for a moment, she can already be called a stunning beauty. Even if she was placed in Graycastle King's City, those so-called princesses would be overshadowed. How could such a person appear in Border Town?
He turned his head, wanting to catch up with her to see what was going on, but found that she was walking towards the castle area.
Is this His Highness the Prince's woman? Baron hesitated, and finally chose to give up. He really didn't want to deal with the 4th Prince anymore, this kind of villain should be handed over to His Excellency the Duke to deal with, it would be better for him to return to Longsong Stronghold as soon as possible.
From the pier, he boarded his own single-masted clipper, the boatman pulled up the sails, and the boat quickly left the pier, heading in the direction of Longsong Stronghold.
On the way back, Cornelius, who was sitting on the bow and basking in the sun, saw a spectacle.
About five miles away from Border Town, in the snow, a large group of people appeared in his field of vision – they were all wearing the same dark brown leather armor, with long wooden spears on their backs. They were lined up in a long line, slowly walking through the snow. Although they were separated by a layer of forest, and he couldn't see the whole line, but he could tell that there were at least a hundred people.
This is … the farmers that the 4th Prince used to fight against the demonic beasts?
At the beginning of the month, when the snow hadn't melted, it could be said that there were very few people on the road. How difficult it was to walk in the snow, Cornelius didn't have to try it, but he could imagine it. But this group of people all lowered their heads and hurried on their way, as if they didn't care about the foot-deep snow under their feet …
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