England 1299 William hid in the shadow of the castle stone wall of his estate, gazing at his nephew Ron who sat in the window.His blond hair glistened in the sun, his face was delicate, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if in deep thought.He was tall, broad-shouldered, but well-proportioned in torso and elbows.William wondered how Sol, who was dark and ugly, could give birth to such a beautiful and healthy boy! Thor was the king of Lanconia, he wore animal skins, and his long, dirty hair fell over his shoulders.Talk and eat like a savage.William hated him very much.He was a visitor to England at the invitation of King Edward, and since he was willing to spend some time at his estate, William could not but treat him with courtesy.When he was busy entertaining the savage, Thor unexpectedly attacked his beautiful and affectionate sister Annie, who also fell in love with the ugly savage.

William had tried to dissuade Anne by pointing out how rough and stupid Saul was. "To a woman, Saul is not obnoxious," she said, laughing.William couldn't help feeling sick at the thought of those dark, dirty hands about to embrace the blond Anne. Finally, King Edward made his decision.He said that the Lanconians were a fierce people, and that if its king wanted a rich and beautiful Englishwoman for queen he must have her. William hadn't had a drink for more than ten days. He expected that when he was sober, things would turn out as he expected.But when he woke up from the stupor, what he saw was Sol, who was taller than Anne, pounced on her, embracing her elegant body with his dark and rough hands.

Nine months later, Ron was born.William adored the blond child.He spends a lot of effort and time making toys for children and playing games with them. Ron has become an indispensable joy in his life. When Ron was one year old, his younger sister, Lola, was born.She was blond, like his brother, and it seemed she had inherited nothing from her dark father. Anne tragically died five days after Lola was born. William fell deeply into the abyss of grief.He thinks Sol is the cause of his sister's death.So he wants Sol to leave his estate immediately. Sol said with a heavy heart that he would lead his entourage and two children and set off for Lanconia tomorrow morning.But when William realized that Saul was going to take Ron and Lola away, he was very sad and even terrified.He plucked up the courage to ride, and while Thor and his guards were sleeping, the men who led the manor attacked them.Sol was as fierce as a beast, but due to the disparity in strength, he suffered several injuries to his arms and thighs, and finally lost.He stood beneath the castle walls in the twilight, cursing Willem and the bloodshed he had provoked.Saul said that William wanted Prince Ron, and he would never be able to, Ron was a Lanconian, not an Englishman; one day Ron would come back to him.

So Sol and his entourage left the manor and went away. William has four boys.They are markedly different from Anne's children.Ron and Lola were both tall, blond, with a handsome, rugged beauty, and extraordinarily intelligent, studious, and polite; while his boy was stupid, slow, and lazy.William thought that this was his punishment for his disrespect to Saul, and he even superstitiously believed that it was Anne's ghost revenge for his opposition to her husband. When Ron was ten years old, a man came to William's castle. He was an old man with a flowing beard on his chest. He wore a gold belt around his head and was decorated with four rubies.He said that he was from Lankonia, named Feilan, and his mission was to teach Roth to learn the living habits of the Lankonian people.

William knew that Saul had sent him, and he was about to drive him away with the sword.But Ron seemed to be waiting for the old man. He stood up and said solemnly, "I am Prince Ron." At that time, William had a premonition that he would lose this most precious nephew to him, and there was no way to prevent this loss. The old Lanconians stayed.He taught Ron in the classroom or on the training ground.William disapproved of the savage fighting methods of the Lanconians, but Ron and Phelan ignored him.Ron learned to use a sword and a spear, as well as a club and a fist. William's children were all grown up, and they also lived and trained with other knights.They both hated Ron and were often aggressive, to the point of galloping.Ron didn't want to fight with his cousins ​​at first, and had no choice but to fight back, but every time he knocked them off the horse without any effort.They protested loudly that Ron was living in their house.William watched carefully as his foolish sons stole Ron's books and mocked him in front of his guests.But Ron never lost his temper.The only time William saw Ron lose his temper was when his sister Lola asked Cheng Lian to allow her to marry a baron who was renting out land.The baron was visiting William at the manor.Ron was furious at his sister, berating you for being a Lanconian, and you must go home when your father calls!William was dumbfounded.Ron was shocked by his tantrum, and more importantly, Ron considered Lanconia their "home".William was very disappointed.The love he bestowed on this child is like a river of spring water flowing eastward without leaving any traces behind!

William helped arrange the marriage for his niece.Two years later the Baron died, and Lola returned to her uncle's house with her baby Philip.Ron smiled and welcomed his sister back. "Now, we're getting ready to go home," he said, putting his hand on Lola's shoulder affectionately before picking up his newborn nephew. Today, William watched Ron carefully.Twenty-five years had passed since the fair-haired boy was born to his dear sister Anne.William had liked him from his birth, far more than his own children.Now all will disappear, leaving only unforgettable memories.

Outside the castle came more than a hundred tall, dark, scarred Lanconian warriors on short-legged, broad-chested horses, armed with arms, apparently ready for battle.Their leader announced to William that King Thor was sick and bedridden, and they were ordered to welcome Prince Ron back to inherit the throne. William wanted to refuse, and fought the Lanconians to keep Ron from being kidnapped.But he lacks the courage to fight and win.His eldest son ignored his hesitant father and welcomed the Lanconians with open arms.One wants to keep Ron, and the other wants Ron to leave as soon as possible.

With a heavy heart, William climbed the stairs with difficulty to the attic where Ron lived, and Ron was sitting under the window railing to study.Although his teacher Phelan was very old, when he saw William coming, he immediately lifted his long arthritic legs carefully from the armchair, walked to Ron, and knelt down on one leg with difficulty. "Long live Prince Ron!" said the old man, bowing his head. Ron nodded gravely, then looked at Lola.She put down her sewing.He said to her tenderly: "The time has come, and now we must go back to Lanconia." Knowing that the matter was irreversible, William had to slip away quietly.The teardrops in his eyes were not seen by the Roth brothers and sisters.

Lanconia Jura stood silently in the knee-deep water.She raised her light harpoon high, aiming at the swimming fish, ready to throw it.The sun has not risen yet.The shadow of Tanovian was clearly reflected on the river behind her; a fish swam gently at her feet.She had thrown her baggy trousers and samurai uniform ashore, save for the embroidered tunic that was the hallmark of her profession.The water was icy cold, but she didn't feel any discomfort.She has been trained from an early age, so that she is not afraid of any hardships and tortures. Suddenly hearing footsteps on the left, she realized that someone was walking towards her.She didn't show obvious anxiety, but she was nervous inside, and she clenched her harpoon tightly, ready to throw it at the sudden intruder.

she laughed.It was Sirian.Sirian was the captain of King Saul's women's guard and Jura's teacher and girlfriend.She always walks through the forest without sound. Jura speared a fat fish. "Cillian, will you have breakfast with me?" she called, taking the live fish flopping from the harpoon and making her way to the bank.She was six feet tall, and her physique had been uncommonly toned by years of rigorous training. Cillian came from the woods, smiling at her girlfriend. "Your hearing has always been excellent, Jura." Cillian also wore a white doublet, Erikle's warrior trousers, and supple boots, crossed with garters from ankle to knee.She was as tall as Jura, with long and thin thighs, high and full breasts, and a softly curved back; she stood upright like a birch tree, but her face was not as handsome as Jura, and she did not have amazing beauty ; the complexion is not as glorious as Jura.Jura was a young girl of eighteen, as bright and charming as a rose, and Cillian was twenty-four.

"He has come here," said Cillian tenderly. Jura knew that "he" meant Ron.The only sign she made to her was that she had heard it, but paid no heed to it, and she set up the wood for a fire to roast her prey. "Jura," said Cirian's voice pleadingly, "you'll meet him someday." She spoke the Arial dialect softly, rolling her tongue. "He will be our king." Jula straightened up, facing her teacher and girlfriend, her braided hair dangling back, her beautiful face showing dissatisfaction and anger. "No! He is not my king! Never will be my king! He is English, not Lanconian. His mother was a sickly Englishwoman who sat by the fire all day and sewed, and she Not capable of bearing many children to Sol. My brother Geralt is the rightful king. Our mother is a Lanconian." Xi'an has heard these words many times.She said: "Yes, Astrid was a wonderful woman and Gerald was a great warrior, but she was not Saul's legal wife and he was not his firstborn child." Jura turned away, trying to control her anger.During the training, she was always very calm and kept a clear head at all times, and she even had self-control when Sirian ordered five women to attack her.Therefore, although she sympathized with her mother and brother, she did not have an attack. Jura heard that, a few years before her birth, King Saul had visited England with the intention of establishing an alliance between the two nations.But he fell in love with an English woman and married her. He lived in England for two years and gave birth to two children.After the death of his young wife, the children were too young and weak to return to Lanconia with him. Jura also heard that Sol, on his return from England, refused to formally marry a Lanconian wife, but lived with the noble Astrid.Astrid bore him a son, Gerald, and hoped that Saul would marry her.But Saul shook his head and refused, much to her disappointment.Astrid therefore asks Saul for permission to marry Johnster.John Ster is Thor's most trusted guard.Thor shrugged his shoulders, reluctantly agreeing.Three years after Geralt was born, Astri and John had Jura. "Geralt has a right to be king," Jura said again, more quietly. "Saul has his own choice. If he wants his British son to succeed to the throne, then we must respect his choice." Jura angrily scraped off the fish scales with a knife. "He is fair-skinned and white-haired, I am told, and weak as a straw. He has a sister, too, who, if he were to Lanconia, would cry and bemoan her comfort in England. How can we allow An Englishman is king, and he knows nothing about us!" "Many years ago, Saul sent Phelan to England to teach him, and heard of his superhuman intelligence." "Bah! Phelan is a Poyrons..." Jura said contemptuously, for the Poyrons were another small tribe of the Lanconians. "The Boylens believe they can fight with words, and the youth train with books. How can a Boylen teach a man to be king? No doubt Phelan will teach him to read and tell stories, but he How do you know how to fight? When the Zenas attack our city, will our new king tell them fairy tales, and they will fall off their horses and be buried?" "Jura, you are unjust. You are displeased with him before we have met him, he is Saul's son, and..." "Geralt is Saul's son too," Jura grumbled. "It would be nice if the Englishman knew half as much as Geralt knew about Lanconia." She pointed to the mountains to the north, those lovely The mountains have protected the Lanconians from invasion for centuries. "He has never seen our lovely mountains!" she said, as if not seeing these mountains was the most shameful thing. "He hasn't seen you either," said Cillian, kindly and tenderly. Jura's eyes widened.Thor himself had said long ago that he wanted his English son to marry Cirian. "It doesn't matter if he sees me or not. He can't see you, Queen. But maybe Thor has forgotten it. He said it long ago, when you were a boy." "No, Sol hasn't. When he got a report one morning that his son, Ron, was approaching the Char, he was so refreshed that he sent for me right away, and told Dale and I to come and meet him." "Daller?" Jura started to gasp, then laughed.She was happy and ashamed to think of the slender, thin-faced young man with the dark eyes, whom she had loved since childhood and who she was planning to marry. Seeing her intoxicated expression, Sirian was quite disgusted. "Jura, you only care about the people you love, and you don't care about anything else. Sol ordered me to marry that Ron, and you made him a sickly, insignificant person..." "I'm sorry," Jura said hastily, feeling guilty about snubbing her girlfriend just for herself.But she thought it would be terrible for Cillian to marry someone she didn't know.It is unthinkable for a woman to live with a strange man day and night. "I apologize to you, Cillian. Saul did say that he wanted to arrange your marriage." "Sol has made arrangements." Sirian sat on the ground by the fire, with a hesitant expression reflected on her face by the flames. "I think what Sol is worried about is what you are worried about, because he hasn't seen that son for more than 20 years. I don't know what he is. But Sol is determined to do what he wants, and the more people persuade him , he became more determined." "I know," Jura said; she looked at Cillian and wondered, maybe Sol's choice was good, since he's not a fool after all.As for Cirian, she is a woman of intelligence, as proven in the past few fights.She is able to control her emotions, and she maintains her composure even in the most stressful of situations.If that Ron was indeed as useless as the legend said, Sirian's wit might keep Lanconia from falling under his rule. "Lanconia will have an English boy as king, but we will have a shrewd Lanconian woman as queen." "Thank you for trusting me," said Cillian. "Sol trusts me too, I'm honored. But I..." "You want a man of gallantry for a husband," said Jura, with deep sympathy. "You want a man like Dalle, big, strong, lively, talented..." Cillian smiled. "Yes, I confess to you, my dearest friend, that on the one hand I am greatly honored, but on the other hand I wonder... Is this Englishman really gray-haired? Who told you?" "Saul," Jura replied. "When he was drunk, he told my mother about that English woman and her child. He also said that he married her out of nowhere. . . ." This does not detract from her elegance. "Saul told me about him too," Jura went on. "We want to know about him in England. But they haven't seen each other for many years, and Saul can't tell." Cillian knew that by "we" she meant her half-brothers, Gerald and Dalle, with whom she had been educated. "Jura," said Cirian, "will you still eat this fish? Come on, go back and help me with my business clothes. Do you think Sol's English daughter wears silk? Does she wear silk like the two Do you look down on us Lanconian women like those Frankish women from years ago?" Jura's eyes twinkled. "Then I'll treat her like a Frankish woman," she said, eating with a mouth full of fish. "You're naughty," said Cillian, laughing. "We can't do that to her. She'll be my sister." "I don't think conscience is to blame. We should think about how we don't give in to the Englishman. What we have to do is take Ron to a one-to-one jousting and beat him. You might think he wouldn't dare Participate, sit in a velvet upholstered chair, drink strong beer, and watch the joust from a distance." With that, Jura dusted himself off, pulled on his trousers, and put on his street boots. "Why, Dale set off with you?" "Yes," said Cillian, laughing again. "Can you bear a few days without Dale? We rode to meet the Englishman and secure him back. I think Thor is afraid of the Zenas, the most ferocious tribe in Lanconia. Poiron The Si tribe loves to read, but the Zenas tribe loves to fight, and they can attack anyone at any time." "No Ariel is afraid of the Zenas," Jura said dismissively, standing up abruptly. "Yes. Although the prince is an Englishman, I heard that he is very confident. He thinks that he will be the king of all Lanconians, and that all tribes should be ruled by him." Jura smiled, and her laugh was unpleasant. "Maybe, if any tribe refuses to obey his control, he will be buried in the land of Lanconia, and we don't have to worry about it." Celian did not want to talk any further. "Forget it, go back and help me choose clothes. We're leaving in an hour, and you have to say goodbye to Dale." "That's going to be longer than an hour," Jura's humor made Cillian laugh. "Maybe, some night, I'll get Dale before I marry that effeminate Englishman." "That will be the night you die," Jura said quietly, then laughed. "Let me pray for Saul's long life, that he may see his feeble English son with his own eyes, and discover and correct his mistakes. Geralt shall be our King, as he must be. Come, I'll race you , ran all the way to the city wall!"