Chapter 618: Legacy Proof

After listening to Livia's story, Roland couldn't help feeling deeply moved.

The story is not that complicated. As the commander of the border guards, Goron Wimbledon goes to Cold Wind Ridge every year to help the church fight against the Moon of Demons. During the period, he met Livia, the hostess, while having fun in the tavern. The two came and went. fell in love.

Of course, as Livia, it was almost impossible to marry into the royal palace, and Gorron didn't dare to say anything, but quietly bought a house in a small town as their secret love nest. Roland doesn't know how true their relationship is, but Gorron did not find other lovers in the capital in his memory, and all marriages between nobles were rejected, and there were even rumors that the eldest prince liked masculinity. For an adult For the children of the royal family, it is indeed a bit unbelievable.

And the secret letter that Livia handed over was even more horrifying - Gron seemed determined to marry this commoner witch as queen, if it was just a word of mouth, it would be fine, and he would leave written evidence, if it was leaked , Wimbledon III will definitely not give him a good look.

However, the good times didn't last long. Since the news that the eldest prince was sentenced to death by Timothy reached the northern border, Livia's peaceful life was quickly broken-bad luck came one after another. First, the guards left by Goron left without saying goodbye, and then The house was stolen, and she lost her source of income and had to return to the tavern where she worked before, and became a hostess again.

As a result, this was not over yet, the tavern owner seemed extremely dissatisfied with her sudden departure before, and began to touch her, and then threatened and lured her into the room forcibly.

In short, in the past six months, Livia's life has been extremely bad. The boss's wife did not dare to complain too much to her husband, and all her anger was directed at her who was a maid in name. The boss turned a blind eye most of the time, and sometimes joined in the bullying of her.

Of course, Roland would not blame her for not being strong enough. As an ordinary person who has nothing to rely on, there are too many ways to make her succumb. After all, survival is the first need. In addition, the disappearance of the guards and the subsequent theft were probably not accidental. Those who could clearly know where she hid the money and act decisively while she was away were most likely internal thieves.

"So what do you want me to do for you?"

He doesn't have any friendship with Gorron. If you count the fourth prince's share, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is half an enemy. The reason why he decided to help the other party was because of Livia herself—a woman who could endure all the way to this point and insist on waiting for the opportunity to save herself, her character is already admirable.

What's more, for Roland today, this kind of trivial matter is nothing more than a little effort.

As for the fact that the dumplings are delicious, he never thought about it.

He swears!

"I want to leave the tavern...Your Majesty," she whispered, "can you help me find a new job?"

"Are you sure you still want to stay in the north? If the tavern owner never forgets you, he won't let you go easily." Roland spread his hands and said, he didn't intend to personally intervene in this kind of civil dispute, that would be too cheap "You can follow the fleet to the west, where there will be no shortage of jobs, food and houses."

Livia hesitated, her voice lowered, "Your Majesty... I, I want to stay here."

"I think she's afraid of you." Nightingale murmured next to her ear, "For ordinary people, her appearance is at least half of Edith's level, and it's normal for the tavern owner to covet her beauty."

, Roland responded with a mouth shape, and then nodded, "Okay, I will inform Duke Calvin and ask him to send someone to pick you up to Evernight City. If you are worried that you will be late today, Sean can find a room for you Hotel overnight."

"I will never forget your kindness, Your Majesty," she knelt again, "but... I have to go back today."

"It's okay," Roland raised his brows, looked at Sean, "give this lady a ride."

When Livia walked to the door, he suddenly asked, "By the way, have you and Gron... ever had children?"

She paused, and turned around after a while, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty... I couldn't leave anything for him."

...

After the guards took her out of the study, Nightingale appeared, "She was lying in the last sentence."

"Well, it can be seen," Roland pouted, "she is not a person who is good at hiding, and this can explain why she was coerced by the tavern owner."

"Because of the child?"

"The tavern owner should know that it was the eldest prince Gron Wimbledon who took her away at that time, and he also knew that if Timothy found out about this kind of thing, the child would definitely die. In order to keep her and Gron The crystallization of love, you can only accept the other party's conditions, I guess that's probably the case."

"Do you need me to find out?" Nightingale asked.

Roland stared at her for a long time, and gradually raised the corners of his mouth, "Are you worried that I, like Timothy, plan to bury this secret forever? Even Duke Lane's family is still under house arrest in Neverwinter. Don't worry, I won't Those innocent people will be attacked."

He himself didn't like the ancient king's slogan of killing grass and roots, let alone an illegitimate child born to a commoner woman who did not pose any threat to the throne.

"If it's an order from you, I will carry it out no matter what it is," Nightingale said slowly.

"I understand." Roland grabbed her hand and placed it on his shoulder, "Then... rub it for me again."

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Livia returned to the wooden house where the migrants temporarily lived, and the sound of footsteps disturbed the sleeping baby.

"Wow - wow -"

The child burst into tears.

"Damn it, tell him to shut up!" The proprietress roared from the back room, "Otherwise I'll stuff him into the toilet and throw him into the silent river!"

"Hold, I'm sorry, I will calm the child down immediately."

Livia didn't care about the coolness of the night in Glen Town, she hurriedly took off her muddy skirt, and hugged the baby in her arms. The little guy clung to it with practice and began to look for food sources.

She was slightly relieved.

The boss hasn't come back yet, so he finally made the right bet.

Since leaving Coldwind Ridge, his temper has become more irritable every day, and he has put most of his energy in the local taverns and casinos, even touching her much less often. Because of this, Livia dared to sneak out of the wooden house after nightfall and went to the castle to beg Gron's brother to help her.

She neither dared to disclose the existence of the child, nor did she dare to follow the other party to the Western Region, which was the king's territory. If His Majesty wanted to harm the child, she would be powerless to resist.

Livia gently stroked his head, and under the dim moonlight, she could see the dots of silver thread on the top of his head—the symbol of Wimbledon's blood.

It's a pity that Gorron couldn't wait for this moment. When his family letter was sent to Cold Wind Ridge, she didn't know that she was pregnant with the prince's child.

After eating and drinking enough, the baby hummed contentedly, and soon fell asleep again.

Livia lowered her head and kissed the baby's forehead.

She will raise him alone, no matter what the cost.