After recording Pris’s treatment on paper, Roland put down his quill and rubbed his sore neck.

The voice of the nightingale sounded in his ear, “Your Highness, do you need me to help you relax?”

"There are more than thirty people to deal with, and it's time to go."Roland smiled and shook his head, raising the bell at the table and shaking a few times.When he finishes these chores one day earlier, he will be able to start the popular education work in the border town one day earlier.And Anna's new ability to explore also makes him full of expectations.

The man who was brought into the living room by the guard was a tall knight, and the first feeling was handsome and extraordinary, compared to Carter, who had the face of a man.Of course, this kind of handsomeness is a buckle in Roland's eyes.He scanned the list, “Firin Sirte?”Unlike others, there is a note on the other side of the name, and he also read it out, "Commander of the Lions, Dawn, the first knight in the west... you have a lot of titles."

“Yes, Your Highness.”Philne got down on one knee.

“I thought people like the commander, the first knight, and so on on the battlefield, would take the lead,” Roland raised his eyebrows, “how did you survive?”

"I'm hiding behind."He calmly said, "As long as you control the stride of the horse, it looks like you are sprinting at full force, in fact, the horse speed will not increase a lot."

Such a straightforward answer made Roland a little surprised, he thought the other side would find some excuse to cover up the fact that he was afraid of fighting and escaping.It didn’t seem as simple as he thought.

Sure enough, Filing quickly went on: "On the morning of the third day of your pursuit, the day of the Duke's defeat, I have been with him, looking for a chance to bear him."Unfortunately, his guard is large and tight, and I have not been able to find the right mobile phone.Fortunately, your troops have killed him," said the knight, who had lowered his head so deeply, "my dear Highness, I am grateful for that, and whenever you need me, please send it at will."

The last sentence can be seen as an oath of allegiance, Roland paused for a moment before saying: "You stand up first."Tell me, what happened?”

“Yes,” he said, “my wife, Irene, was a civilian woman working in the Long Song Fortress Theatre.We met each other and then fell in love.I wanted to marry her, but my father and mother did not support the wedding, so I moved out of the territory and rented a room on the farm near the fortress, where the wedding took place.Soon after the marriage, Irene finally got her first official performance.”The knight's voice was a little low, "I didn't expect the duke to watch the play, and looked at her."It didn't take long for him to break into the house and rape Irene while I was out on a mission."

"It was a long time before I learned of it from her, and I wanted to ask the duke to ask him, but Irene knelt down and begged me not to be reckless."I also know that if you do it face to face, how likely there is to be success, even if I kill him, I will not be able to escape from the hands of the guard, and Irene . . . is likely to be used as a revenge object by the heir of the Duke of Lane.So I held on until he went to the border town."

Although she could not avenge herself, Irene could finally sleep well, and no longer had to worry about someone breaking into her room at night, and I was free from this heavy burden.Allow me to thank you once again.”

“That is so.”Roland tapped the table with a quill pen, which was a signal that he and the Nightingale had agreed in advance, and needed to check whether the other party was lying, and knocked on the table.Soon his left shoulder blade felt the nightingale's finger-pinch, which means that the other party said it was true... but this pinch was slightly hard, making Roland grin.“Do you read?“Read and write?”

"Uh," said Philin, gldening, not seeming to follow the prince's line of thought, "I will."

"Then I am sentencing now," Roland declared again, repeating it many times, "...what is your choice?"

“Your Majesty, do you not need me to fight for you?”Whether it’s a duel or a fight, I’m here.”

"No, I don't need to," interrupted Roland, "there are no nobles in my army, and I will never recruit them again."They are an army of people.And you won't have the chance to take up arms again."

“Is that... that?”For a long time, Filin nodded, "I understand, since that's the case, I chose to become a teacher."

“Wise choice.Teachers get housing and have a pretty good salary.I'll send someone to take your wife and live here."Roland made a gesture to let the knight go.

"Wait, my lord, forgive me for asking a question," he hesitated, "do you say the same to the other knights?"If they can’t become teachers, they’ll have to go to the mines for 20 years.”

"That's right."

“My lord, I have a subordinate named Haroon, who is an experienced old knight, but he is not literate.Can I trade the Golden Dragon for a penalty that he was not assigned to the mine?”

"Certainly not," said Roland, "if you can redeem your sins with money, I will let you go in the fortress."

"But he is nearly fifty years old, and that kind of work that does not see the day will destroy his body."

“Without physical mining, but powerfully attacking the border town?”And my mine is not a black coal kiln, not only the steam engine to help the mine pumping, employees and fixed holidays are good?Roland picked up the bell and prepared to call the next one in.

“Your Highness!”Flin clenched his teeth and knelt down again, "I have a treasure map handed down from my family, which has a history of at least 400 years, and I am willing to trade him for the freedom of Haroon."

"Four hundred years of treasure map..." the prince frowned, "are you sure that your ancestors did not draw charcoal pens casually to make their descendants happy?"

"No, it's not a trace of a charcoal pen or ink," he shook his head slightly, as if recalling the drawing, "I can't tell you what it was painted with, the lines are very delicate, the texture is very delicate, and it has been in the basement for decades, and there is no place for fading graphics and text."My father said it was passed down from generation to generation.The location of the treasure it describes is deep in the hidden forest in the northwest, but it is already a wild place, and ordinary people can't get involved at all."

Roland also ordered the table with a quill pen, and the nightingale was still on the left.

"Well, even if what you say is true, this treasure map should also be hidden in the basement of the Sylnits."You have given up your territorial inheritance, lest they not be happy to see you again.”

"Indeed," nodded Philly, "but the contents of the drawings, which I have fully remembered in my head, I can roughly describe the pattern and the text above."

"Then draw it and see," Roland pushed the pen and paper to the table, "if it's true, I can make an exception to allow your request."

“Your Highness is merciful.”He went to the table and began to paint a treasure map.

In fact, the morning light of the morning Philipin Sirte is not only good at fighting, painting and calligraphy are also talented.Soon, a rough topographic map appeared in front of Roland.

The range shown in the figure is behind the desperate mountains, the continuous mountains occupy the bottom right corner of the whole sheet of paper from small to large, an equilateral triangle is painted in the middle of the drawing, and the three sharp angles are connected to three positions, one of which falls at the end of the northern slope mountain, and the other point is in the hidden forest, marked with a six-pointed star, which is probably the so-called treasure location.

But Roland’s attention was entirely drawn to the triangle, which was located in a barbaric barren hill, with the words written on it: taqila.(Not yet completed.If you like this work, you are welcome to start the campaign, and your support is my biggest motivation.