"These are the last batch of crystal coins before the end of the year. Send someone to deliver them to the High Court." The man's voice echoed in the hall, appearing emotionless.
This person is Juan, the Lord of the Crystal Castle, the Rotten Tooth Knight, and known as the "Stingy Man" by the world. He is playing with a dragon crystal at this time, with no emotion in his eyes.
The attendants bowed and saluted after hearing this. A moment later, a carriage disguised as an ordinary mercenary group drove out of the crystal castle. There were four carriages in this trip, one was for the magician, and the other was an iron box containing crystal coins.
The third one is the accompanying Crystal Castle officials, and the fourth one is the tent and grocery truck.
"Cough cough cough." Some coughing sounds came from the utility vehicle, and a certain Cisse cavalryman on the side turned his head to look, but did not make any move.
The companions around him sighed, and his friend quietly patted his shoulder and handed him a kettle. The former nodded gratefully and then put the kettle into the carriage.
Since it was a secret operation, these Cisse cavalry did not wear armor, but instead changed into the clothes of ordinary mercenaries. However, no one changed the thin swords on their waists, because they were life-saving things.
Three days later, a group of people stopped at the edge of Leize Basin and quickly set up tents. Living, cooking, and patrolling in batches were all easy for the Xisai cavalry.
Two bonfires were lit one after another. One was surrounded by crystal castle officials and magicians, while the other was a resting place for the Cisse cavalry.
"Bah! Those guys with eyes on the top of their heads, be careful of choking to death on wine, they are a bunch of misers." A middle-aged man muttered in a low voice.
"Keep your voice down. If you get tired of living, give the gold coins in the storage bag to your brothers first." Another slightly older man scolded.
"Boss, it's too miserable for us. Not only do we have to disguise ourselves as lowly mercenaries, but we also have to face the stinky faces of those adults every day." Holding an ale cup, a bearded man spoke.<
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"We are the Cisse cavalry. We just do whatever the adults tell us to do. What nonsense is there?" the team leader fiddled with the bonfire, his words full of helplessness.
After eating, drinking, and chatting, the meal ended with everyone having fun. The shift companion stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth, then got up and returned to the tent.
But a young man who was supposed to be on shift was pushed back by everyone. He nodded gratefully, and then quickly returned with a bowl of broth.
"Ahem, daddy, I'm not hungry, please eat more." A weak voice sounded in the tent, which seemed very vague.
"No, just eat it all. When we get to High Court, I will take you to find a doctor." The young man frowned and said seriously.
He is a Cisse cavalryman from Crystal Castle. He not only trains hard on weekdays, but also rushes to the front when attending missions. Therefore, at just over 20 years old, he has already been promoted to deputy captain.
But in this world, everyone has their own troubles. Young people get married very early, but their wives die early due to dystocia, leaving only a daughter who is waiting for food.
As luck would have it, misfortunes never come singly. My daughter has been frail and sick since she was a child. Not only is she unable to go to college like a normal person, she even often coughs up blood suddenly.
But as a Cisse cavalryman, he already has a busy work schedule. In addition to dealing with various dangerous things every day, he also has to take time to worry about his seriously ill daughter.
This kind of life has passed for ten years. His originally handsome face was covered with stubble, and his originally clear eyes were dim. In his dreams, he hugged his deceased wife countless times, but he woke up alone in the morning light. He also had his own dream, and wanted to travel around the ancient continent with his wife and daughter in a few decades. That was the vow made at the wedding ceremony, and it was a promise to his deceased wife.
But the reality is that he is a clown who can only tease people. Forget about those things now, even his only relative is on the verge of death.
Although Crystal Castle is one of the four main cities of the Principality of Cisse, it cannot be compared with Highgarden in terms of the number of scholars and doctors, or the types of medicines.
As a cavalryman of Xisai, he cannot despair; as a father, he cannot despair; as his daughter's last reliance, he cannot despair.
"Hey, is your daughter okay?" The companion who was watching the night turned to ask as he sat under the tree.
"She has fallen asleep. If you have to endure it for a few more days, we will reach the High Court. My wife will definitely protect my daughter." The young man took a sip of ale and replied softly.
"Vice captain, that's a position that many people want to climb to in their entire lives. Are you willing to do it?" The companion sighed, with complex expressions in his eyes.
There are royal cities and nine principalities in the ancient continent. Although they have different living habits and even different accents, the only thing they have in common is strict military discipline.
Therefore, there are only two ways to be promoted. One is to continuously demonstrate extraordinary abilities all year round, and the other is to gain military merit and be promoted quickly.
The young man belongs to the second type. In his early years, he relied on his strength as a mid-level warrior to personally kill a spy from Ogu City. With this military exploit, he was promoted to deputy captain.
Although he was covered with bandages that day, he smiled happily. The aroma of his wife's stew spread all over the place, and his daughter waved her hands and kept stroking his stubble.
"I'm willing to give it up. As long as my daughter can recover, it's worth it even if I'm broken into pieces." The young man handed the wine bag to the other party and walked towards his tent.
"Cough, cough, cough, Dad, you're back. You can go to bed now." The little girl waited for a pair of big eyes and tried hard to hold back her cough.
"It's so late, aren't you sleepy? Are you feeling uncomfortable again?" The young man arranged his daughter's bedding and then got in.
"No, I just want to sleep with my father in my arms." The daughter curled up in his arms like a kitten, but a trace of blood spurted out from her mouth.
Two days later, the Crystal Castle caravan officially entered the Nightingale Grassland, and everyone's tense nerves gradually relaxed. Because this is the sphere of influence of High Court, and it is the safest area in the Principality of Cisse.
This is the last mission of the young man, and it is also the last day as a cavalryman of Cisse. As long as he successfully reaches the High Court and steps into that damn city gate, he can go find the scholar who healed his daughter.
"In the future, we can open a bakery in Gaoting, and when my daughter recovers completely from her illness, we can take her to travel around."
"The vows made to my wife should be fulfilled by my daughter. I hope her spirit in heaven can rest in peace."
A rare smile appeared on the young man's face. He held his daughter's blood-stained handkerchief tightly in his hand and tried hard to restrain the throbbing in his heart.
"It's time to say goodbye. These are some of my thoughts from brothers, take them." The old captain came on horseback at some point and quietly gave him a money bag.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then put the money bag into his storage bag. He did not say thank you, nor did he say any words. This is the brother's intention, no need to say more, just keep it in mind.
But he didn't know that what was waiting for him ahead was not heaven, but the abyss of purgatory. The weak do not even have the right to beg for mercy in front of the strong.