mething after going to Border Town that made the change now. Tifeko shook his head, leaving these distracting thoughts behind. “What’s the matter, Your Majesty?” “No, nothing,” the new king took a breath, “the storm is about to come.” No matter what he encounters, the population and location of Border Town are destined for him to retreat—nothing. There was a port, no fleet, and untouchable wilderness behind him. He could only defend that corner until he was exhausted by his own offensive. “Do you insist on leaving tomorrow?” the knight asked worriedly. “If you stop at some rain, how do you go to meet the real storm?” Tifeko turned around. Sooner or later, Roland Wimbledon would kneel at his feet begging for forgiveness, and the crown of the King of Graycastle would definitely be worn on his head, but these were just the curtains just started. The church’s movements and intentions are becoming more and more obvious. One day, Graycastle will fight against the church, and that will be the real challenge. “Go and work on your business, as soon as you complete the task I entrusted to you, you can return to the royal capital as soon as possible.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” Ed took two steps, then turned around and asked, “I almost forgot, my Majesty , What about the people who swallowed the pill and didn’t die on the battlefield? They are already taking the medicine for the third time.” “Let them incinerate with Clearwater Harbor.” He replied blankly. The knight led the way, and Tifeko suddenly felt a cool nose, raised his head, and the rain fell from the clouds, first a few sparsely, then more densely, and soon ripples on the sea surface. ******************* The new holy city of Hermes, at the top of the Sky Tower. “Damn it, damn it!” Tefren smashed the table fiercely, “This bitch of a bitch! Blasphemer! How dare she point her finger at the church!?” Mayne was still number one. The second time I saw the old bishop’s gaffe, the blue veins on his forehead violently, his beard trembled with anger, and his face looked like he

ou about their recent situation, are they sick?” This is a new and interesting question. Seni couldn’t help but Cocked the corners of his mouth, if it hadn’t happened to have seen them go through the formalities in the city hall, I really couldn’t answer, “They went to Longsong Fortress.” “Ah,” the other party showed a disappointed look, “Aren’t they going to stay here? Border town?” “Just go to the fortress theater to perform,” he shrugged, “and it’s so hot now, you can’t bear to see them standing in the sun and sweating? They will continue to return in autumn. The square is performing the new drama.” “Original, it turned out to be so thank you, my lord!” Seeing the young man leaving contentedly, Seni couldn’t help thinking of himself—from knights to prisoners, from prisoners to city hall officials. Yue’s experience can be described as ups and downs. He didn’t want to return to the territory of Benlang’s house, where there was nothing but dilapidated houses and tracts of wheat fields. Being a knight just wanted to get rid of the life of following his father for a lifetime. Not every knight can be as beautiful as the dawn and morning light, or have the best territories and subordinates like a ducal knight. Now his salary for a year is more than when he was a knight, and there is still a broad room for improvement. Maybe it’s time to bring your parents to the town, marry a girl, and enjoy life. (To be continued.) Chapter 264 The first batch of wheat planted in Fengshou Border Town finally ushered in the harvest day. Under the scorching sun, the serfs cut the wheat stalks with sickles, bundled them up and transported them to the other side of the river. Roland knows that the process from wheat ears to wheat kernels is a very tedious process. Before mechanical farming tools and combine harvesters are popular, wheat kernels need to be separated, cleaned, screened, and dried manually. Now he witnessed this process again. After the wheat stalks were transported back to the camp, the serfs spread them out on the gr