"Your Highness! You are really loved among them - the people have not forgotten that it is the Kingdom of Stars and the Royal Family of Bright Star that guarantees them such a prosperous life."

The speaker was Baron Limo. As the lord of four local villages, his castle stands at the center of the four villages. To the south, you can see the Fuxing Avenue filled with yellow fallen leaves in the central area. To the north, you can see the

The birch forest unique to the environment has a panoramic view.

This is the fourth morning of their journey north to Exeter. They stopped several times for supplies along the way. If everything goes well, they will be able to enter the northern border this afternoon and reach Broken Dragon Fortress tomorrow night.

Although Baron Limo is only in his thirties, his obesity is comparable to that of the old Duke Cullen. The Baron smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. He was surrounded by smiling people of all sizes.

The second prince of the Kingdom of Stars, His Highness Thales Bright Star, said enthusiastically:

"The subjects are all looking forward to your arrival and feel very honored. The renewal of the Bright Star Royal Family is really the love of the sunset goddess," Baron Limo stroked his belly and said with a smile: "I believe that the stars of the future are in your highness's hands."

Under your rule, we will definitely be richer and happier than before!"

"After all, we are descendants of the empire!"

Thales walked in the village which was spotless and spotless, even the snow stains had been swept away. He maintained a basic smile and waved to the surrounding citizens who were all brightly dressed.

Beside him, Wyar, Jorah and five private soldiers of Bright Star nervously separated him from the crowd, followed by Ada who could tell from his walking posture that he was listless.

"We'd better leave right away, Your Highness," Jorah, the leader of the Bright Star private soldiers, said seriously: "This is really not a good idea."

"Indeed," Wyatt stopped a squire, "your mission is to be an envoy, not to inspect - you are just passing through here."

Thales nodded, and in an inadvertent moment, he made a few gestures in the distance that no one could understand.

【how?】

Huaiya looked at the prince's gesture and frowned.

He looked displeased in the other direction of the village, and sure enough, Rolf's figure appeared in a secluded place in the distance at the right time. After racking his brains, he made two gestures back towards Thales.

【Back, fake, everything.】

Fake.

well.

Thales felt depressed and looked at the nearest seven or eight-year-old child.

About the same age as him.

The child had dark skin and was skinny. He was wrapped in a set of thick clothes that obviously didn't fit. His small hands were in the sleeves and couldn't be taken out at all. His eyes were full of fear and shrinking, but he forced himself to show his falsehood.

smile.

The middle-aged man with numb eyes struggled to wave his rough and deformed hands.

A timid woman wearing a headscarf, wearing completely mismatched tops and bottoms, the tops were obviously closer to the popular styles in the royal capital.

An old man who was nearly sixty years old, wearing a funny cloak that looked like a noble's shelter from the rain, and a pair of thin single trousers, was shivering with cold in a corner where others could not see.

And...the spotless village, welcomed by all the people - Thales sighed and looked at Baron Limo with a smile.

Do you think he is a fool?

It turns out that there is also a Potemkin Village in this world.

"The supplies should be completed," Thales made another gesture to Rolf in the distance that others could not understand, shook his head, and whispered to Wyatt and Jorah: "Let's go."

Huaiya also glared at Rolf, who had a deep face in the distance, and followed Thales with Jorah.

He is obviously the second prince's attendant.

With Baron Limo's reluctance to stay and his grateful farewell, the Kingdom of Stars headed north to Exeter's missionary convoy, ready to gear up and set off.

"I thought you enjoyed the feeling of being supported by everyone."

The deputy envoy of the mission, Lord Putilai, took out a pipe from somewhere, lit up a thick smoke that was unpleasant to look at, inhaled and exhaled, and looked at the second prince mockingly.

"No."

"I would rather enjoy the kind of sincere, unpretentious, but sincere support," Thales smiled and took the water from the guard: "Rather than watch them being forced by the lord to dress up and prepare in advance.

They put on the most deliberate smiles and told lies about a happy life. In the village that had been cleaned early, they unreasonably welcomed a prince they didn't really like."

Thales sighed softly: "Guess, how many of them have smiles on their faces, but in their hearts they are full of hatred for me, the prince who came suddenly?"

"Not one," unexpectedly, Putilai denied what he said: "If I insist on saying it, it's probably just the fat baron."

Thales raised his eyebrows.

"Don't take yourself too seriously, Your Majesty the future King," Putilai exhaled a breath of smoke disdainfully: "In the eyes of many people, the weight of a nine-pointed star is not as heavy as an ear of wheat."

"The ears of wheat can feed them, but what can the nine-pointed star do? Oh, there are still benefits," Putilai chuckled, "For example, the lord can feed them a full meal and give them some unwanted clothes to show their dignity.

To welcome a passing heir to the nine-pointed star."

Thales' face was heavy. Before getting on the carriage, he took one last look at the village at the junction of the Northern Territory and the Central Territory. He couldn't help but said: "This is the intersection of Fuxing Avenue and the birch forest. It is the specialty of the Northern Territory and the merchants of the Central Territory."

All goods pass through here, and there is no shortage of land or hunting forests, but the people here are still so poor—is it excessive deductions, land issues, or heavy taxes?"

"Change the word!"

"Baron Limo is one of the vassals of Count Talon, delivering taxes to the latter and responding to the call. The Talon family are distant relatives and supporters of the Bright Star royal family. Why are the villagers here so poor? To be precise,"

Putilai snorted with tears in his eyes and said sarcastically: "It's because the rulers of the territory are too loyal and patriotic."

Thales was silent for ten seconds until Wyatt interrupted his contemplation.

"Your Highness, that veteran has refused to leave and is still following us." Huaiya pointed to a staggering figure behind and sighed:

"We have already passed the Talen family's Glacier City. I think the dry food and supplies he has on him are not enough to support his return trip to Yongxing - and he has no clothing to keep out the cold. The further north he goes..."

"If you ask me, we can hand him over to that baron," Jorah touched his red hair, "then we don't have to worry about him starving to death or dying on the road."

"You have seen his appearance. I guess that veteran is not very good at dealing with nobles, and the baron will probably throw him directly into the dungeon." Thales shook his head and looked at the stubborn figure of Gennard in the distance.

:

"And after all, he is... the bodyguard of the late Duke John, and he is of the same lineage as Canxing."

Thales' eyes flickered, remembering the young brother of the late king in the tomb.

[Starry God of War, Liberator of Sodara, Duke of Star Lake, John L.K. Bright Star, 613-660]

"Then take him with you."

Thales looked at his deputy in confusion.

Lord Putilai was annoyed to find that his pipe had been extinguished by the cold again, and he hurriedly touched his pockets. However, Wyatt sighed, took out the flint and stepped forward.

"If you ask me, if you have such perseverance and follow us on foot for three days and three nights - thank you, you can be considered as saving my life - if you are not the most loyal subordinate, you are the most dangerous enemy."

Putilai lit his pipe, looked at the carriage carrying a coffin at the end of the motorcade, and said disdainfully:

"No matter which one, you have a reason to bring him in and put him under your observation and control - anyway, you have everything in this messy motorcade, right?"

Thales frowned and pretended not to hear Putilai complaining to him about his vampire traveling companions: "Loyal subordinates and dangerous enemies - I don't want to take a chance on either possibility."

"It's hard to say," Putilai took a deep breath of smoke and closed his eyes comfortably: "Sometimes, it's both possible."

Thales rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Your Highness, that veteran?" Huaiya asked tentatively.

Thales pondered for a while, then suddenly walked towards the veteran of the Star Legion. Rolf followed quietly behind him.

Huaiya was stunned for a moment, and quickly caught up with the second prince. At the same time, he glanced at Sui Feng Gui displeasedly. After passing him, he unconsciously took a step forward and became the person closest to the prince.

Huaiya felt that his status as a squire was being seriously threatened by this silver-faced man who needed prosthetics to walk.

For example, the kind of sign language that only he and the prince can understand.

"Veteran!" Thales said from afar: "What's your name?"

Jennard, who was trembling with his arms folded in the cold, raised his head and saw the nine-pointed star embroidered on Thales's body, and his eyes lit up.

He recalled the scene when the lazy middle-aged Duke walked out of the barracks for the first time and bumped heads with him.

Duke.

"J-Jenard," he trembled.

"Still unwilling to give up, are you?" Thales narrowed his eyes: "But you know, I can't let you follow us - you were sent by Jann Kelvindill, and I don't believe him

.”

Jenard was stunned and quickly defended: "I am not the same as them, I was caught by them... I don't know why they sent me here..."

"But it's been three days, why are you following me?" Thales interrupted, staring directly at Jenard's face: "Give me a reason to believe you."

Jenard looked at Thales blankly.

So is it.

He is not a duke after all.

He won't believe me.

If it were the Duke, he would probably smile mysteriously, then pat him on the shoulder, generously ask him to get a piece of food, and then say "I'll keep an eye on you" and leave with peace of mind.

But it is precisely the Duke's character that can...be able to...
To be continued...