Twenty Sided Dice

"Janet, are you okay?" Siegel asked with a frown.

"Okay? Are you okay?" The raven stopped on the shoulder of the master, tilting his head to learn tongues.

"You've asked me for the seventh time, I'm fine." Janet still smiled the same. But she lied, so she used the exact same expression to cover it up. Although Janet was the one who had the least blood drawn, she was already the weakest, so it was the most troublesome to recover, and she needed to take a lot of drugs. In addition to always feeling hungry and lacking nutrition, Janet always felt that her bloodline belonging to the demon race was beginning to stir - she often felt that her small hands became claws and her teeth became sharp. She needed to touch her teeth with her hand to make sure it was just a hallucination. But the illusion is so real.

"How are you, Siegel." Kitten immediately changed the subject.

Siegel frowned again: "I was almost possessed by a blood magician, and I almost killed you, what else?" He stroked the raven's feathers and fed it walnuts. He found that such an action not only made the familiar feel happy, but also calmed his own mood. He couldn't tell Janet about the Sir's objection to their union, so the pressure was always there. "Next time I won't let you set foot in such a dangerous place," he said.

"His Royal Highness will make you a knight, is this true?"

"Yes. I think it should be very soon. Dr. Rees' medical skills are really good, and His Royal Highness can walk with a cane." Siegel paused for a while, and then said: "Maybe I should let Dr. Rees see you again, Prescribe medicine for you personally."

"Don't. I don't want him to know that I'm a demon, as long as ordinary blood supplements are enough." Janet shook her head with a very determined expression. "Don't worry about me. If it's really bad, I'll tell you."

"Well, okay, you're right." It wasn't Janet's injury that troubled Siegel, but other things. So far, he has not told the Sir that he will be canonized by the prince, and the two have not said a word since they separated. Siegel had been staying in the tent to take care of Janet, taking the opportunity to avoid the chores of the camp and just avoid Sir Bill's sight.

However, the events in the camp still reached his ears. Three hedge knights escaped, with three horses and a bag of coins. However, they did not steal enough supplies from the place where the food was kept, and only took a few sausages and a bag of bread. It's snowing season again, and others curse them to starve to death, or be killed by snow monsters that haunt the mountains. Siegel thought of what he had seen through the familiar's eye, and knew that they weren't riding—someone else maybe, Siegel guessed. No one knows when the three left or what their motives were.

The return of the prince means that the mission is over, at least we can go down the mountain. The mercenaries were checking sleds, collecting firewood for the road, trying to stock up on food. Sir Bill is always on the go, he needs to be in the middle of coordinating things big and small, and his ability to handle clutter in an orderly manner is appreciated by Earl Todd. "The Riverside City will be more prosperous in your hands," the earl said to the baron. Bill got down on one knee and swore that he would never betray this trust and honor, and that he would use his life to be just and compassionate. "Baron of Riverside," Sir Bill's new title.

The Count has fulfilled his promise, and it should be His Royal Highness's turn next. Siegel thought about it, and decided to see Sir Bill, or at least tell him the news. He crossed the camp and found Sir Bill behind a table in the middle of a pile of crates, as he was making a final count of supplies. Seeing Siegel approaching, the Jazz looked up. Although exhaustion was written on his face, the love and concern in his eyes could still be felt.

Siegel coughed, and then said, "Sir, I think I should tell you something. In the cave, Earl Todd promised to get me the knighthood of His Royal Highness the Prince. This was before me. Reasons not to accept being your heir."

"Actually, Janet is the reason for you." Sir Bill said very directly and sincerely: "But I don't want to quarrel with you again about this matter. You will become a knight and you can make your own choices, I respect That, even if it's something I'm very opposed to."

"thanks."

"After you become a knight of Your Highness, what are you going to do next?"

"I think I'll follow the prince and maybe get involved in recruiting the Orcs, but the most important thing is to continue to improve my strength." Siegel moved a wooden box and made it across from Sir Bill's desk. Raven Balon stuck his head out of his sleeve and jumped onto the table, staring at everything around him with black eyes. "Sir, this is a familiar that I have acquired, and now I can be called a full-fledged mage. You praised my swordsmanship, and I was secretly happy. But this adventure was full of dangers and I almost died. I have seen a higher and stronger power, and deeply feel my own inadequacy. If I want to do something great, I must improve my strength and make the right choice. And between sword and magic, I can only choose the same, I chose magic ."

"There has never been a wizard's knight," said Sir Bill. "The path you have chosen is too difficult. I admit that many wizards are powerful, but I also know that this path requires too much energy and time. It's fine as an advisor, but what can he do as a knight? Does he know how to sow and reap? Does he have time to manage his territory? Can he command an army and boost morale?"

"Sir, there are too many enemies that cannot be solved by swords alone, only magic."

"You are wrong, child. You have to remember that if you want to be strong, your friends are your solution to your enemies. A sword is only your last resort. So is magic. Over thousands of years, the nobility has formed a complex You have me, and I have you. It is this that maintains the stability and development of the Starry Kingdom. It is precisely because of this that mages have never established a country, and temples cannot be in charge of mortal affairs. These do not rely on swords and magic. "

"But..." Siegel was interrupted before he could finish speaking. At this time, an attendant dressed in a starry costume came over and saluted the baron, saying: "His Royal Highness will preside over the canonization ceremony of Mr. Siegel soon. Sirs are invited to witness. Mr. Siegel, please dress appropriately and immediately See you."

"Siegel, this time you must go in armor and put away the mage's robes." Sir Bill said very seriously: "This is a necessary courtesy."

Siegel nodded, asked the attendant to follow him, and quickly went back to change his clothes.

Usually only three people can enter the prince's tent, he himself, Earl Todd and Evan. The Dawn Guard, who is the bodyguard, can follow the prince in and out, but other people have never come in. The space is comparable to a hotel hall, and all the amenities are comfortable and luxurious: a soft and warm feather mattress, a thick silk quilt, a smokeless charcoal stove that burns year-round. Fur-covered ring seats, desks with inkwells and quills. A magic food basket hangs in the air in the center of the tent, so refined food can be seen everywhere in the room. In this early winter with snow and wind, deep in the mountains, you can still see ruddy apples, plump pears, and crystal clear grapes. The wine jug is always full, and there is always a good cheese and sliced ​​ham on the silver plate next to it. There's only one corner of the entire room that isn't something to enjoy, and there's a stack of well-crafted weapons, including longswords, greatswords, longbows, and axes. Several pieces of brand-new armor draped over the shelf, spares for Aaron, Todd, and Evan.

His Royal Highness was tasting wine, which always gave energy to his frail body. After learning that he was saved by Evan's blood, His Royal Highness and his father's illegitimate son became closer and inseparable all day long. He took out the best healing potion in the palace and shared it with Evan. The two of them tasted the bread dipped in salt, and then feasted on the delicious small fish fried in salt and the turkey filled with onions and mushrooms. However, these foods are obviously not suitable for His Royal Highness, who is recovering from a serious illness, causing him to vomit and have diarrhea. So now all he can eat is some porridge made with pumpkin, peas and ham, and then wine.

"Siegel-Squid~www.novelmt.com~ What a strange name, is he an illegitimate child? Shouldn't I also give him a pedigree certificate to let him get rid of this status?" Under the action, his spirit became much clearer, and he asked Earl Todd.

"Siegel is not an illegitimate child. He was born on a boat and doesn't know who his parents are." Earl Todd carefully arranged the prince's clothes and rubbed powder on his face to hide his tired look. "He's just an orphan and will be the first to bear his name."

"Very good. A knight without family drag can better serve the royal family." Prince Aaron said with a flushed face, and took another sip of wine. "Lord Count, how do I remember that the royal family cannot confer magicians?"

"There is such a decree, Your Royal Highness, your memory is really good." Earl Todd brought the prince's saber, which is the lightest and shortest of all weapons, and carefully hung it on the prince's belt. "More than two hundred years ago, in the Hundred Days Rebellion, the leader of the rebel army, Clay Gang, was the Viscount Mage. When he found that the rebellion would fail, he abandoned his title and hid in the Mage Association, announcing that he would never leave the tower and escape. The beheading punishment deserved for treason. The mages were very tough, they just handed over the traitor's armor and robes. The king was very angry, so he issued a ban, in the country of Fanxing, mages must not be canonized, and must not have fiefs. As far as I know , Siegel is an apprentice mage, limited to simple spells, mainly to learn all kinds of knowledge. His swordsmanship is superb, he has been trained by Baron Bill, and has always been a qualified knight's squire."

"Well, that's good." Prince Aaron put on his gloves, put down his glass, and said to the count, "Bring my new knight to the front of the tent."