Chapter 842 "Chicken and Duck Knight"

Prius Disa's life has been very comfortable recently.

The experience of playing for the elk family seemed like a dream, which had become more and more blurred. The skills and training of the knight had long been forgotten, and his stomach was getting fatter and fatter. For this reason, he bought new clothes and replaced them with looser cloth trousers and silk short robes, which are convenient for movement without losing the demeanor of "nobility"—even though he knows that there are no real ones in His Majesty's territory. noble.

Of course, the life of a knight was not really a dream, as evidenced by the polished armor in the living room. Strangely, when he was still an elk knight, he couldn't get used to these armors at all, and even wanted to sell them all cheaply to blacksmiths; but after turning his head to serve His Majesty, he felt that these armors became more and more pleasing to the eye. One of the hobbies of staying at home is to hold the child who is still babbling, and chatter about the "heroic" battle past in front of the armor.

It's just that in these stories, Price never mentioned Duke Lane, as if he had been loyal to Roland Wimbledon from the beginning and was an impeccable loyal minister.

After entering the city hall, his career has been on the rise. Seizing the opportunity of the rapid population increase in Neverwinter, the chicken and duck breeding area in the north of the city has expanded again and again, and now it has become an extremely large-scale poultry factory. That's right, he felt that the farm he created was no worse than those factories that produced machines. Since His Majesty said this word, he immediately hung a plaque on the gate of the compound.

Now this factory and that factory in Neverwinter City have sprung up like mushrooms, and have become the most popular vocabulary in the city hall, so naturally he can't lag behind.

After all, there are as many as 100 hired workers, and the total number of chickens and ducks is nearly 10,000. The daily feed and earthworms need several baskets to hold them. This scale was unimaginable before. As for others calling him "chicken and duck knight", he not only doesn't care, but enjoys it.

Now that work is on the right track, Price is at his leisure—the original batch of apprentices have learned to tell males and females, how to feed, sort chickens, and so on, and they can also train new ones by the way, without him having to do it himself. And the chicken plague that is most feared by raising poultry can be easily dispelled by the witch named Lily. It doesn't matter how big the place is. He only needs to do planning on weekdays, and collect the statistics and hand them over to the Minister of Agriculture.

In fact, most of the knights who were captured with him, except for a few diehards, were doing pretty well. For example, his boss Seni Dali, the former wolf knight, has now become a minister, and he is considered the best one.

Dawn Chenguang was promoted to an intermediate teacher, and his salary was almost the same as his. It was just that during the chat, Ferlin Sylt seemed to say that he had other plans and would not be a teacher forever. I don't know where this former star knight will go to work in the future, but it won't be too bad after all.

There are also Haroon, Varsa, Kazan, etc... either continue to be a teacher, or open a shop, and in his spare time, he will also gather with these old acquaintances to chat about family affairs, or talk about work, Looking forward to the future. However, not everyone was convinced by 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 gathering. Prius didn't take this very seriously. Everyone knew that muskets were amazingly powerful, and he would not have given this kind of thing to the hands of a former defeated general.

As for himself, he set his sights on the annual award ceremony—according to the importance His Majesty attaches to agriculture, he felt that sooner or later he would stand on the high platform of the square and receive the envious and admiring eyes of everyone. Not to mention receiving the medal from His Majesty the King himself, there is also a reward of one hundred golden dragons, which is much more promising than joining the army.

Humming a ditty and coming to the city hall, Prius was about to say hello to Seni Dali before going to the farm, but the minister stopped him.

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

He faltered slightly, "What's the matter?"

"The personal guard didn't say anything, but let you go to the castle first."

"I see," Prius pretended to be calm, but his heart skipped a beat. The agricultural mobilization meeting had just passed. Could it be that His Majesty thought the same as him and wanted to promote him as a role model?

With anticipation, he walked into the castle, and then, guided by the guards, he came 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."

"Officer of the Ministry of Agriculture, Prius Desa salutes you." As soon as he entered the door, he knelt on one knee like a knight, clenched his fist on his chest. It's just that there is a little more flesh on the stomach, and this posture is far less upright than before, and I almost tripped myself when I knelt down.

"Get up," His Majesty the King sat behind the long table and smiled at him, "Recently you have done a good job, even Barov is full of praise, this is not an easy task. So I There is a new task I want to give you to do."

"As you order," Price said respectfully, standing up.

"Listen up... this matter is a secret, even in the city hall, few people know about it," the other party's expression suddenly became serious, "and it is of great significance, related to the future development direction of Neverwinter City, once you Accept, don't tell anyone what you see or hear without my permission. You are chosen because you are the most suitable in the absence of precedent, but you are not required to. If you do well, don't worry Give me an answer to the treatment question now."

Price was stunned, he didn't expect His Majesty to say such a thing, not only had nothing to do with awarding honors, but also seemed to be preparing to put him in a very difficult matter.

Oh, don't mention the importance, the generous rewards... These are tantamount to troubles in his eyes, and it is even worse when they are involved with the kingdom's secrets. He subconsciously wanted to evade, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them--wait, who is the other party? It's the lord of Neverwinter, the king of Graycastle!

When the king wants his subjects to do something, does he need to discuss it? Unless the latter had the intention of rebelling long ago and found an opportunity to hide in the fief and not come out, he would have to accept this order anyway, or wait to bear the king's wrath. His Majesty didn't give an order directly, but just took care of his emotions, can he really allow him to refuse?

Price couldn't help swallowing, even though His Majesty Wimbledon was a maverick, very different from other lords, and every word was sincere, but what did he say before? "Just tell me!"

Just vowed to say that there is nothing to do, and then bluntly say that you don't want to do it or can't do it? If he were the king, even if he didn't have an outbreak on the spot, he would still remember this pimple in his heart. Let alone talk about the way to rise in the future, I am afraid that even ordinary officials will not be able to do it, let alone the award ceremony and the generous rewards.

Price wanted to slap himself on the spot.

After hesitating again and again, he finally bit the bullet and replied, "I am willing to take on this important task."

He couldn't lose this position. The status of knight and fief no longer existed. If he lost his official position and no longer let him be in charge of the farm, he would really have nothing.

The only thing that comforts him at this moment is His Majesty's words - "You are the most suitable in the absence of precedent"... At least this is a kind of affirmation of his ability, right?

"Very good," Roland smiled, tilted his head and whispered something to the open space beside him, and then looked at him, "Then come with me to a place now."

"Where?" Prius asked subconsciously in anxiety.

"The Third Frontier City," the king raised his eyebrows, "Have you heard of it?"