Chapter 587

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Countryside, forest.

Spring is getting stronger, and everything is bursting with vitality, but this night is still a bit cold.

Fortunately, the bonfire was lit to dispel the chill.

On top of the bonfire is a small iron pot that is crooked and deformed to the point of making one feel miserable. In the iron pot, freshly picked wild vegetables are boiling.

This season, even in the suburbs outside Belland, there is always no shortage of such things.

But the wild vegetables alone were quite boring, so the spices ground into powder were put into the pot. After some simmering, the pot of wild vegetables actually gave off an appetizing aroma.

A skinny hand, ignoring the high temperature that made the iron red, directly took the iron pot off the campfire. The old man sitting casually on the ground lowered his head and looked at the vegetable soup in the pot that had almost turned into porridge.

"I forgot again..."

King Indra sighed: "I cooked it for two people."

Half of the vegetable soup was poured into the broken bowl with a chip in King Indra's hand, and half was left in the pot.

King Indra raised his head, drank the simple vegetable soup in one gulp, and then stood up slowly.

The glassy eyes seemed to be unable to see anything, but in the turbidity, the shadow of the huge city in the distance was vaguely reflected.

He steps...

"Haha, as an ascetic, do you still waste food?"

King Indra's steps came to an abrupt halt.

He lowered his head again and looked at the other side of the bonfire.

Not long ago, after he took action to scare the peepers around him, no one dared to get close to him.

But at this moment, someone sat casually in front of him and used a pure silver spoon to eat the vegetable soup in his pot without ceremony.

"Tsk, tsk, wild vegetables can be made so delicious? I didn't expect that you, King Indra with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could be so good at cooking. I really want to make those people in the church talk about practicing hard work, but in fact they just cook. Come and learn from this disgusting guy."

This is also an old man, with white beard and hair. He looks older than King Indra, but his face is ruddy and his expression is kind, giving people a sense of intimacy.

He was wearing a white divine robe that was incompatible with the surrounding environment. From his thin palm protruding from the wide sleeves, he revealed the ring that symbolized nobility and holiness.

"Archbishop of Canterbury?"

King Indra stared at the old man, still expressionless, "What are you doing here?"

"Haha, don't be nervous. Don't be nervous. I'm just here to catch up on old times. I'm not good at fighting and killing."

The Archbishop of Canterbury smiled and waved his hand.

"You look like you're about to take action so casually, you'll scare me."

"I don't have anything to talk about with you."

"Don't say that. We are all old people of the same generation. There is always something to say between old people."

Canterbury stretched out his hand, and an indifferent holy light suddenly enveloped the place:

"The old people chat with the old people, and the children fight with each other. Each has its own way of playing. This will prevent the family from falling apart, right?"

133. A dangerous road ahead

"Good evening, Baron Hanson."

"Good evening."

Hansen, who had gray hair on his temples, smiled and greeted the palace maid who came towards her. After all, they met often and were considered acquaintances.

"Are you done with your work today?"

The maid blinked and asked curiously: "It seems a bit late today. I remember that you had to go home on time before sunset."

"Today is a little different. His Highness Albert's garden has not been taken care of for a long time. Even I have to spend a little more time to conceive and cut it. Today is just a preliminary design, and I may need to keep busy in the future. a few days.”

Hansen shook his head in distress and explained patiently.

He is the royal gardener and a famous architect and artist in Belland. The entire royal garden was designed by him and several other masters, but his qualifications are not as good as those of those masters. A little bit, so the drudgery of running errands to coordinate and direct, or even doing it himself, basically fell on him.

"It's really hard work."

The maid sighed and helped Hansen complain. She obviously had a great liking for this old baron who was still very charming as a mature man even though he was over fifty years old and had never been married. After greeting him, she found other topics. Chatting with Hansen, Hansen was also very well-educated and did not show displeasure because of the other party's entanglement.

"By the way, is this your new assistant? I've never seen him before."

After chatting for a while, the maid finally turned her attention to the short, thin boy with freckles on his face behind Hansen.

The boy seemed to be very afraid of strangers. He kept cowering behind Hansen and did not even dare to look up.

"Yes, he has great talent and plans to train him as a disciple."

Hansen responded with a smile, then took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and said goodbye politely:

"Sorry, I have something to deal with later, so let's leave it at that."

"Ah... I'm the one bothering you..."

"Don't bother me. It's my honor to be able to chat with this beautiful lady."

Hansen left quickly.

The maid looked at his back and couldn't help but use her hands to hold the cheeks that had been stained with red without even realizing it.

"...Baron Hansen, he is as handsome as ever today. It would be great if I could become his wife."

"Wouldn't it be nice to 'encounter' me here every day from now on? One day I will be moved."

The accompanying maid nudged him lightly with her elbow and said teasingly.

"That's exactly what I planned. After all, Baron Hansen is a gentleman who behaves very regularly and has great self-control. The route he takes every day basically doesn't change. It's right to wait here."

"only……"

The maid's nose twitched slightly, showing a slightly puzzled expression:

"The perfume he used today doesn't seem to be the one he usually uses..."

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"Baron Hansen Weir, the royal gardener of the royal palace."

At the exit gate of the palace, Hansen handed over the token that allows free passage to some areas of the palace to the royal knights guarding here for inspection.

The Royal Knight carefully checked the token in a formal manner and handed it back to Hansen after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it. The serious look on his face also relaxed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency, Baron. You come home so late. It seems that the First Prince is keeping you busy."

Hansen usually passes through the same route when entering and leaving the palace at the same time, so the guards following him are relatively familiar with each other, and they can exchange a few words with each other in addition to official business.

"There is no way. Everyone knows now that the eldest prince can't just deal with it as casually as before. Everything must be stepped up."

Hansen glanced around and found that there were many more knights patrolling than usual, so he said strangely:

"But what happened today? Why do I feel like the entire palace is under martial law?"

"Hey, it is said that someone was bold enough to assassinate the second prince on the way. Are you trying to catch the assassin?"

"assassinate?"

Hansen was taken aback: "Andrew... Your Highness, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay. This is the palace. You can't even use fighting spirit or magic power. There are so many people watching the Second Prince, so how can you possibly hurt him. But the prince's assassination is a big deal after all. We can't let the assassin escape. Deputy The head of the group is organizing manpower to investigate vigorously. "

"That……"

After hearing the news, Hansen also showed some uneasiness. He looked at himself, then at the assistant who was still timid next to him, and hesitated:

"Should we check it carefully too?"

"No, no, Baron Hansen, how could you assassinate His Highness the Second Prince? You have no reason to do so. Besides, you have been busy with His Highness the First Prince today, and you have sufficient alibi. No one will doubt you. "

The knight waved his hand. His nerves had been tense all day, but he felt quite relaxed when facing Hansen, an old acquaintance.

Of course, he also knew that Baron Hansen could never be the murderer of the assassination, but it was difficult for him to reveal such inside information.

"Thank you."

Hansen took off his hat and touched his chest to thank:

"Then I won't disturb your work and leave first."

"Please."

Under the gaze of a whole team of royal knights, Hansen walked out of the palace calmly, still followed by the shy disciple.

Outside the palace is a wide street, enough for dozens of carriages to go parallel at the same time.

And in a conspicuous place on the street, the carriage that usually picks up Baron Hansen was parked there as a matter of course.

There were many carriages parked in front of the palace, and many sights from unknown sources were circling this area.

As soon as Hansen walked out of the door, he felt several hidden glances falling on his face.

But it seemed that he had not found his target, and those eyes quickly left, but there were still one or two that were still watching his every move cautiously.

Hansen's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't know anything about these secret prying eyes, he boarded the carriage naturally.

"drive."

The driver waved the reins, and the carriage slowly left along the spacious street.

Until he finally disappeared at the end of the street...nothing happened.

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"It seems that the first step was successful."

In the carriage, all the light-blocking curtains were lowered, making it a little dark. "Baron Hansen" put his hand on his neck under his chin and tore it apart with all his strength.

A piece of face that was so elastic that it looked real was torn off by him, revealing a handsome and young male face.

The eldest prince, Albert.

Opposite him, the shy "disciple" lowered his head, and his waterfall-like long hair leaked out of his hat. When he raised his head again, he had turned into the maid Lauvini beside Albert.

"Fortunately, I have this identity, otherwise it might be troublesome to even leave the palace. How is it handled over there?"

"Don't worry, it's very clean. Baron Hansen and his disciples will never wake up before the sun rises tomorrow."

"very good."

Albert opened a crack in the carriage curtain and looked at the palace, which gradually turned into a blurry outline in the night.

"Oh, my brother, it seems that he is determined to kill me before the charity gala this time."

Albert smiled sarcastically.

The assassination was probably just an excuse for him to mobilize the Royal Knights.

And after he had already taken such drastic actions within the palace, what kind of crazy things would the second prince, who was still angry with shame, do in places like the Lower City District...

can not imagine.

"It seems that the road this time will be more difficult than I imagined."

134. Sincerity

Under the night, the ancient Rhine River was dotted with stars, reflecting the lights of the city not far away.

In a remote river section where no one cares, a carriage stopped by the river. Albert walked out of the carriage with the help of Lawrence, and then frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable with the faint stench coming from the river.

He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and turned his head to look around.

"Has the person who is supposed to pick him up not arrived yet?"

"It should be soon."

Laurence took out his pocket watch and took a look: