Prius Disa has had a great time lately.

The experience of playing for the Elk family was like a dream, and it had become more and more blurred, and the knight's skills and training had long since been forgotten, and the belly was growing stronger. To this end, he bought all the new clothes, replacing them with looser cloth trousers and silk robes, which were convenient for movement and without losing the "noble" demeanor, even though he knew that there was no real nobility in His Majesty's domain.

Of course, the knight's career was not really a dream, as evidenced by the polished armor in the living room. Strangely enough, when he was still an Elk Knight, he could not get used to these armors, and even wanted to sell them all to blacksmiths, but when he turned his head to serve His Majesty, he felt that it became more and more pleasing to the eye. One of the big hobbies of staying at home is to hold the children who are still babbling and nag about the "heroic" conquest past in the armor.

It is only in these stories that Priss refuses to mention the Duke of Lane, as if he had been loyal to Roland Wimbledon from the beginning, and was an impeccable servant.

After entering the town hall, his career rose from strength to strength, taking advantage of the rapid increase in the population of Neverwinter, and the chicken and duck breeding area in the north of the city expanded again and again, and now it is an extremely large poultry factory. True, he felt that the farm he had created was no worse than the factories that produced the machines, and as soon as His Majesty had uttered the word, he had hung a plaque at the gate of the compound.

Now that this factory has sprung up in Neverwinter City, it has become the most popular word in the city hall, and he naturally can't lag behind.

After all, there are as many as 100 employees alone, and the total number of chickens and ducks is nearly 10,000, and the daily feed and earthworms need to be loaded in several baskets. As for others calling him "Chicken and Duck Knight", not only did he not care, but he enjoyed it.

Now that the job is on track, Priss has been idle—the first apprentices have learned to distinguish between male and female, how to feed, select chickens, and so on, and can train new recruits without him having to do it himself. And the chicken plague that poultry is most afraid of encountering can be dispelled by the witch named Lily, and it is no problem for the field to be as big as it wants. He only uses it for planning on weekdays, and the statistics are handed over to the Minister of Agriculture.

In fact, most of the knights who were captured with him, except for a few diehards, were doing quite well. For example, his boss Seni Dali, the former wolf knight who is now a minister, is one of the best mixed ups.

Dawn was promoted to a mid-level teacher, with a salary similar to his, but during the casual conversation, Filin Silt seemed to say that he had other plans and would not continue to be a teacher. I don't know where the former star knight will go to work in the future, but it won't be too bad to think about it.

There are also Halon, Varsa, Kazan and many more...... Either he continues to be a teacher or opens a shop, and in his spare time, he will get together with these old acquaintances to chat about family life, or talk about work and hope for the future. However, not everyone was convinced of His Majesty, for example, Haron was very dissatisfied with the rule that captured knights could not join the army, and he always looked depressed when he gathered. Prius was quite unimpressed by this, everyone knew that the musket was amazingly powerful, and he would not want to put this kind of thing in the hands of the former defeated general.

As for himself, his eyes were set on the annual honour ceremony, which, according to the importance His Majesty attached to agriculture, felt that sooner or later he would stand on the high platform of the square, and receive the envious and admiring gaze of the people. Not to mention receiving the medal given by His Majesty the King in person, there is also a reward of a hundred golden dragons, which is much more promising than joining the army.

Humming a little tune to the town hall, Priss was about to say hello to Saini Daly before going to the farm, but the minister stopped him.

"Ah, you came just in time, Your Majesty has something to look for you. ”

His steps froze slightly, "What's the matter?"

"The guards didn't say anything, they just let you go to the castle first. ”

"I see," Prius pretended to be quiet, but his heart jumped lightly, not long after the agricultural mobilization meeting, could it be that His Majesty wanted to promote him as an example of honors, just like him?

With anticipation in mind, he walked into the castle and was guided by the guards to the office on the third floor.

"Come in," a familiar voice came from the door after the name was announced, "I've been waiting for you for a while." ”

"Salute to the Minister of Agriculture, Prius Disa," and as soon as he entered, he fell to one knee like a knight, clenching his fist in his chest. It's just that there is a little more meat on the stomach, and this posture is far less upright than before, and I almost tripped myself when I knelt down.

"Get up," said His Majesty, smiling at him as he sat down at the long table, "and you have done a good job lately, and even Barov has praised it, which is not an easy task. So I have a new task for you to do. ”

"You command," Priss said, standing up and respectfully.

"Listen up...... It's a secret, and few people in the town hall know about it," the other party's expression suddenly became serious, "and it's very significant, it's about the future direction of Neverwinter, and once you accept it, you can't reveal what you see or hear to anyone until I give permission." You were chosen because you were the best fit when there was no precedent, but it didn't have to be you. If you do a good job, don't worry about the treatment, give me an answer now. ”

Priss was stunned, he did not expect His Majesty to say such a thing, not only had nothing to do with the award, but seemed to be preparing to put him in a very difficult matter.

Oh, not to mention what is important, what good remuneration...... In his eyes, these are equivalent to trouble, and they are even more fatal when they are involved with the secrets of the kingdom. He subconsciously wanted to shirk it, but when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed violently - wait, who is the other party? It's the Lord of Neverwinter, the King of the Grey Keep!

Unless the latter had already rebelled and found an opportunity to hide in the fiefdom and not come out, he would have to take the order anyway, or he would have to wait to bear the king's wrath. His Majesty didn't give a direct order, just to take care of his emotions, can he really be allowed to resign?

Prise couldn't help but swallow his saliva, even if this Wimbledon Majesty was a maverick, very different from other lords, and every word was from the bottom of his heart, but what did he say before?

As soon as he swore that he had nothing to do, he bluntly said that he didn't want to do it or couldn't do it? In other words, if he was the king, even if he didn't have a seizure on the spot, he would remember this pimple in his heart, and in the future, let alone say any way to rise, I am afraid that even ordinary officials will not be able to do it, let alone the award ceremony and the rich reward.

Priss wanted to slap himself on the spot.

After much hesitation, he finally replied, "The minister is willing to take on this heavy responsibility." ”

He can't afford to lose this position, the knighthood and fiefdom no longer exist, and if he loses even his official position and no longer puts him in charge of the farm, he really has nothing.

The only thing that comforted him at the moment was His Majesty's words - "You are most suitable when there is no precedent...... At the very least, this is an affirmation of your own ability, right?

"Very well," Roland smiled, turned his head to whisper something to the open space beside him, and then looked at him, "Then come with me somewhere now." ”

"Where?" asked Prise, subconsciously in trepidation.

"Third Frontier City," said the king, raising an eyebrow, "have you heard of it?"