Chapter 3 third chapter

Jura stood motionless, gently drawing the bowstring towards her bosom, ready to shoot.Her blouse was the same dark green as the vegetation, so it concealed her well, and the bucks didn't notice it.When it turned around and was completely exposed to her sight, it was immediately hit by an arrow, and fell down before it could scream. From the shelter of the woods came seven young women, tall and slender, with black hair in long braids that hung over their strong shoulders.Like Jura, they wore green hunting jackets and women's guard trousers. "Jura, you're an excellent shooter!" said one of the women.

"Really?" Jura replied absently. The women surrounded the fallen stag.Peel its skin with a knife.Eviscerate it.Zhu La looked around Lin Zi.look around.For some reason, she always felt that something was going to happen this evening.Cillian and Dale had been gone for four days, and she missed them terribly.She thought of Celian because she had something on her mind to confide to her, and she believed that her girlfriend could take care of her worries.She missed Dale because they had grown up together and she was used to being around him. "I'm going swimming," she said to the women.

A woman carves the tenderloin of a stag. "Need someone to go with you? We're far from the city." Jura said, "No, I'll go alone." She walked slowly through the woods towards the river. She wanted to go as far as possible to get rid of her bad mood. There is only one path along the river.Cillian and Dale will protect the Englishman Ron from this road to Escalan, the capital of Ariel.His dying father, Sol, survived only by willpower, because he wanted to wait to see for himself what his son would look like, or he would die with regret.From the reports he had received so far, Ron was an idiot.He single-handedly challenged the Zenas, refusing the protection of Zanti and Dale.It is said that he is not only weak but also stupid. He knows more about silk than swordsmanship.

The news spread like wildfire, and quickly spread throughout the city of Escalan, and there were already rumors of riots, people protesting that Saul had made this useless Englishman king, and he was completely unfit to rule this country.Jura hoped that Cillian and Dale could bring back accurate news and make a fair judgment, and in any case not cause riots because of Ron and destroy the stability of Lanconia. Jura thought, coming to a secluded glade.She took off her clothes and slowly plunged into the water. A long swim might relieve her worries. Ron beat his horse to a gallop.He could not bear the watchful eyes of the Lanconians, and tried to get rid of them as much as possible.Two days ago, they passed several burning farmhouses, and Ron ordered the troops to stop advancing and fight the fire immediately.But they paid no attention to him, only staring at him with questioning and contempt.When Ron commanded three English attendants to pour water on the flames, the Lankonian still sat on the horse and watched coldly, motionless.

After the fire was extinguished, several farmers told Ron about the soldiers trampling them at will.Ron told the farmers that he was the king and that he would deal with the case as soon as possible after he arrived in Escalan.The peasants were skeptical, thinking that he might not be able to command and control the soldiers who came to Lanconia. The peasants distrusted him and aroused his anger.Surely, he argued, he could rule the country and keep the soldiers in check; and he would also make peace among the tribes.That is, he shall be king of Ariel, Zenas, Ertans, Vatels, and all the tribes.

These words of Ron not only aroused the resentment of the Lanconians, but also filled with hostility, staring at him with fierce eyes.Ron told his knights to get the Lanconians away from him.But there was fear in him, fear of a riot, though no one could see it.He flies away from the group, which is convenient for thinking about countermeasures and praying to God. He knew that it was only a few miles away from the city of Escalan, so no trouble should happen anyway. A calm river appeared ahead.He rolled off the saddle, dropped to his knees, clasped his hands and began to pray. "My Lord!" he prayed in a low voice, revealing the pain in his heart. "I intend to fulfill my duties, since the Lord and the Father have placed the crown on my head. But I am just an ordinary man and need the protection of the Lord. Now, the people don't understand me and are against me. What should I do? To win their loyalty and support?

"Begging the Lord to show me a way, show me a direction. If I do wrong, please warn me. If I do right, it is the result of the Lord helping me.  …" He was silent for a while, feeling weak and exhausted.When he first came to Lanconia, he seemed to know what he was going to do and how to do it.But when he set foot on the territory of Lanconia, he lost his confidence.These Lanconians had a prejudice against him, and no matter what he did, it seemed difficult to change their fixed impression.He was brave, but they said he was stupid; he cared about the people, but they said he was imitating foreign ways.How should he prove himself?Is it right to torture and kill innocent Zenas children?

He stood up, feeling a tremor in his calves, the result of venting his true feelings.Then he looked at the sorrel horse, then took off his sweat-soaked clothes and jumped into the clear cold water.He swam down and swam for a while, letting the water wash away the grime and restless thoughts from his body.After swimming for nearly an hour, he returned to the shore and felt that his physical strength had recovered and his mood was very happy.He put on his clothes, tightened his belt, and immediately cheered up. He heard something, it seemed that someone was walking.He drew his sword from its sheath in the saddle and looked around.

He wasn't ready to fight, just wary of being attacked. The branches above his head seemed to rattle, and then someone kicked him in the shoulder from the tree, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.Before he turned over, he felt that someone had stabbed his throat with a steel needle. Roth reached for his lost sword. "Don't move!" It was a woman's voice. He immediately forgot to look for his sword as he looked up.It turned out that the one holding him with her legs spread apart was a girl whose beauty he had never seen in his life.In England, William's servants often joked with him, saying that he never messed with women and lived like a Puritan.Indeed, he did not want to stumble a peasant girl on a haystack.It's not that he didn't have opportunities, but that no woman can arouse his sexual desire.But now he felt dizzy.

Ron looked up at the slender girl with wide eyes, from her towering breasts to her pretty face.Her black eyes were burning like charcoal.Ron felt as if his body was burning, an emotion he had never experienced before.It seemed that her body temperature was absorbed by him, and her whole body was hot, and there was a wave of turmoil in her heart. His hands grabbed her ankles, and his eyes moved with his hands, as if thirsty for a glass of mellow wine.The steel needle pointed at his throat had been removed long ago, and he didn't realize that all he saw and felt were her muscular and graceful legs.Putting his hands on her ankles, he moved up one by one, gently stroking her delicate and tender skin that was reddened by the sun.

He seemed to hear her soft moan, and he couldn't tell if it was his own heart beating rapidly due to ecstasy. His hand caressed her knee and slowly bent, like a melted candle.He felt as if he were near a burning flame. Her face was close to his, her eyes half-closed affectionately, her lips, rosy and full, opened to receive his kiss.Her face was slightly pale, infinitely elegant. As soon as their mouths touched, she broke away abruptly and stared at him, seemingly very surprised.After a while, the astonishment faded away, and she put her hands on his neck, and kissed him with ardent affection.He was fascinated, his heart was longing, and he kissed back enthusiastically.He had been looking forward to an ideal woman for many years, and it seemed that his long-cherished wish had come true. "Jura!" a woman's voice called from afar. He kissed her lips hard, turning over and pressing on her body at the same time. "Jura, where are you?" came another cry. The girl under him punched his bare back with her fists.He felt no pain because of the strong impulse. "They'll see us," she said urgently. "Let me go, let me go!" Don't say that someone shouted, even if a fierce horse jumped over him at this time, he would not pay attention to it. "Jura!" The voice came closer. Unable to break free, Jura grabbed a rock beside her and smashed it at his head.She didn't want to hit too hard, she just wanted him to let her go.But unexpectedly, he was knocked unconscious, collapsed on top of her, and lost consciousness. She heard the female guards coming towards her.Nervous and regretful, she hurriedly pushed him off her body and sat up.But she didn't leave, but looked down at his body.She has never seen such a perfect man, he is muscular but not fat, his face is handsome and heroic, he is the angel in her imagination. She reached out to caress his body, and then bowed her head to kiss his rich lips. "Jura! Where are you?" She cursed these women who disturbed her in her heart.She answered.Then stand up.They saw her. "Here I am," she cried, "don't come near, the mud is deep here, wait for me on the path." They vaguely saw a man lying in the grass. "Jura, it's getting dark." A younger girl reminded. "Yes, I can see it," Jura said, "you go, I'll be there in a moment!" She watched impatiently as the female guards came out of sight.Then, she fell to her knees again beside the unconscious man. What she did with this strange man shocked her.But she didn't know why this happened.She stroked his chest again, trying to bring him back to consciousness.Who is he?He is not from Zenas, nor from Waters, perhaps he is from Ferens?Those Ferens who raise horses live in the mountains and have little contact with people.But he was so big and he didn't look like the little Ferens. His limbs began to move.Jura clearly had to leave him.He slowly opened his owl eyes and looked at her, threatening her. She hurried to the river bank, put on her trousers, and chased after her female guards. "Why are you blushing, Jura?" asked a girl. "Maybe it's because Dale is coming back soon," another girl said mischievously. "Dalle!" Jura grunted, as if she had never heard the name before. "Ah, yes, Dale," she said.When she thought of Dale, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. "Yes, Dale," she repeated. The girls looked at each other tacitly, and Jura seemed to lose her soul and grow old. "Ron, where have you been?" Lola asked with concern as she met Ron who came back on horseback. "I... I went swimming." He was still a little dizzy.But the image of that girl flashed back and forth in his mind, and he could never forget it.His hand still retains the feeling of touching her skin, and he concluded that his chest is still red, because she once touched his chest, and he felt extra warm. ...His head was hit badly. Fortunately, after training, he put on his clothes with strong support, stepped on the saddle, and ran back. "Ron," Lola asked kindly again, "how are you?" "It's fine." He replied quietly.he thinks.This time, it was him who had grown up to such an extent that he had never seen before, so that he made a move that he would not dare to do normally. Ron was wide awake.People are looking at him, leaning on the saddle, his body gradually becomes more comfortable and relaxed.There was a fake smirk at the corner of his mouth.The Englishmen and Lanconians standing around looked at him equally inexplicably. He straightened his back, cleared his throat, and dismounted. "This ride has refreshed my mind." He said in a trance-like tone. "Montgomery, take my horse and feed it with special feed." He stroked the horse's neck and thought at the same time, this is this lovely horse It was a commendable companion that brought me to her. Montgomery approached his master. "We don't know where you went. You searched for hours. You don't care about yourself." He complained. Ron patted Montgomery on the shoulder, "My boy, from today onwards, I'm going to care about the whole world." He walked to his tent.He stopped immediately when he saw Dale.Dale is a man of few words, his face never reveals his thoughts, which is not at all like Zanti. "Have you ever heard of a woman named Jura?" Dale glanced at Ron, hesitantly, but still answered: "She is Saul's daughter." Ron's blood rushed to his head, and his face suddenly turned red, showing confusion and terror. "My sister?" He was so nervous that he could hardly speak. "King Saul adopted her and treated her like his own daughter." Ron almost laughed again. "We have no blood relationship?" Dale didn't know what his intention was, and looked at him motionlessly. "In terms of blood, Gerald is your younger brother, Jura and him have the same mother, and you and Gerald have the same father." "Ah, I see," Ron nodded, his worries completely relieved. "Is she a guard, like Cirian?" Dale hesitated again when he answered. "Yes, although Jura is relatively young." At the same time, he thought to himself, why did he ask Jura?Did he see her? Ron smiled. "Anyway, she's come of age. Good night." Ron didn't get much sleep that night.He lay in the tent, unable to sleep, with his arms folded over his knees, his eyes wide open staring at the dark, starry sky, savoring the pleasure of being with Jura. He would marry, and make her his queen, and together they would rule Lanconia, or at least Venliar.Jura would share his joys, and as God said, she was a man's helper.He prayed silently, begging God to allow him to make Jura his wife. dawn.Ron heard the noise of the campsite, got up, dressed, and walked out of the tent.The weather was exceptionally clear, the cloudless high dome was as clear as ice, the air was fresh and crisp, and only the distant mountains were shrouded in mist.It was the first time for him to discover the stillness and brightness of early mornings in Lanconia. Cillian came up to him. "Good morning, I want to go fishing, maybe you can come with me?" Ron had been fascinated by Cillian for a long time, and he realized that he still had a little trouble trying to marry Jura. "Yes, I would like to accompany you." Together they entered the forest and walked toward the wide river. "Today we can reach the capital Escalan." Sirian said. Ron didn't answer, maybe didn't hear.What if Father Sol insists on my marriage to Cirian?Do you have to marry Sirian in order to inherit the throne? "Can I kiss you?" he asked suddenly. Celian looked at him in amazement, her cheeks flushed. "I mean, if we get married, I think..." His words broke off abruptly as Cilliane's hand was placed behind his head, forcing his mouth to hers.It was a jovial kiss, but it could not make him forget the sweeter kisses he had enjoyed with Jura. They slowly moved away.He smiled at her.Now he was sure that Jura was the wife God had chosen for him, and he couldn't live without her. They walked to the river together, and Ron was still thinking about Jura, and he didn't care whether Cillian was happy or not.And Ciliane was thinking.She has been kissed by this man, he is going to marry him, and she is very satisfied with the marriage that is coming. Five o'clock in the afternoon.Ron and the brigade headed towards the northwest city of Escalan.The roads were practically non-existent, and the Lanconians kept cursing the fourteen luggage carts that Ron and Lola had brought from England.The only thing the Ariel feel safe is their strong city walls, but they don't pay attention to the roads. They only rely on horses to carry things when they come and go.Ron vowed that when he came to power, a road network and a road maintenance system must be established. The city of Escalan is located on the banks of the Char River, surrounded by curved rivers on both sides and protected by steep hills on the other side.Inside the thick walls is a city of twelve square kilometers.There is another castle in the city, which is the palace of King Saul. "We're almost home," Lola said from the horse, her son Philip sitting in front of her, his little face tired from weeks of travel.Lola sighed to Ron. "Hot food, soft beds, hot baths, any here? Can court musicians play English songs? What dances do Lanconians dance?" Ron didn't answer his sister.Infelan had taught him that entertainment and enjoyment in Lanconia were not important matters, but how to govern the country was important.What's more, he met the wonderful Jura again. It can be said that she is the perfect woman in his dreams, and now his only interest is to meet her as soon as possible. "You'll like it here," he said to his sister at last. "Are you sure?" she asked back. "The women here don't know what to do, and the men are disgusting. They are all tall and thick, and their eyes are..." When she saw Ron laugh, she stopped talking. "You're going to like the men here sooner or later," said Ron. "I suppose. You're going to pick a Lanconian husband, like our mother." Lola blushed, and before she could answer, she had already reached the city gate. After they rode into the city of Escalan, there was a commotion.It was a squalid city, the streets crowded with people and animals; hammers rattled, horseshoes were shackled, iron tools were hammered; men shouted to each other so loudly that one could not hear anything.A foul smell came out of her nostrils, and Lola hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with a sachet. "Why are there no women? Where are they?" she asked Zanti. "Cities are for men." "Aren't women locked up somewhere?" She looked back at him over her shoulder. "Don't you grant women sunshine and fresh air?" Dale looked at her with an interested smile, with a look of surprise on his face. "We dug cellars on the side of the mountain and let the women live there. We threw a wolf to them every week, and if they could kill the wolf, they got rations," Zanti said. Lola stared at Zanti, wondering how much truth there was in his words. Arriving at the northwest corner of the city, I saw Sol's castle. In Ron's view, it didn't look like a city building, it was extremely irregular, and all the stones were as black as the face of a Lanconian. In front of the castle was a stone wall, about eight feet thick and twenty feet high, with a gate in the middle, tightly covered with vines, and a small gate on the left, wide enough for a horse to pass through. Zanti gave the order for the Lanconian soldiers to line up and advance towards the wicket. "Wait," Ron yelled, "the gate must be opened, or vehicles won't be able to pass through." Zanti reined in and faced Ron, bored as if he were looking at a spoiled one. "Vehicles are not allowed inside. Someone must be sent to take off the clothes and take apart the furniture..." Ron gritted his teeth, he really wanted to explode his anger.How can these people disrespect him so much in the future? "No! Zanti, you order your men to open the gate!" "The gate must not be opened," Zandi said firmly. "It has been closed for a hundred years!" "Well, now's the time to open it!" Ron yelled at the insolent man.Then turn around immediately and shout. "Montgomery!" "Yes, Your Majesty!" Montgomery agreed happily.Immediately he and three others went to the carpenter's shop to bring a log about twelve feet long. "Use this piece of wood to break open the door!" Three of Ron's riders dismounted to carry out his orders.They forced six of the strongest raw Konian men to slam logs into the iron gate in succession. The thick logs slammed again and again, but the ancient heavy iron gate remained motionless.Ron didn't dare look at the sneering faces of the Lanconians. "This door is welded, it can't be knocked open." Ron heard a sneering voice, he didn't need to look, he knew it was Zanti. Phelan had mentioned the iron gate of the castle, which had a superstitious legend.But Ron didn't remember it, and asking others would not get a satisfactory answer.I must open this door and defeat these self-important Rankonyanis and their superstitions.Ron jumped off his horse and approached the gate. He and his knight had four warhorses, and they were huge, powerful animals capable of pulling hundreds of tons.He commanded his knights to tie iron chains on the iron gates and put them on the horses to pull them dead. People slowly gathered here, and even the citizens stopped their work to watch the whimsical folly of the English prince.The guard standing on the castle looked down, thinking that this was a unique and interesting thing. "Zanti," someone shouted, "is this our new king?" There was a lot of laughter.Whether it was ridicule or gloating, Ron ignored it.He carefully observed the iron gate.He pulled away a vine, and his palm bled from the prick.The iron door is very old and rusty, and there is a huge lock on the door, which looks like a solid piece of iron. "This blond Englishman wants to open this door? Wishful thinking!" A rough voice cursed. "Not even a Lanconian would open it!" another shrill voice jeered. "Even an Englishman!" "I'm Lanconian," whispered Ron, his eyes still on the lock. "But I am stronger than the Lanconians here, for the Lord help me." His hands pressed against the iron door, and the bloody palms touched the rust and were immediately stained brown.He looked inside carefully and found that there was an iron chain that kept the iron door closed. He pushed hard on the iron door, feeling that the iron door was shaking a bit. "It will be opened soon!" he whispered. "Open it for your King of Lanconia!" He concentrated all his strength on one hand, closed his eyes, and pushed hard again.Rust fell from the gate like powder, onto his face and hair. "I am the king here, and I command the door to be opened!" "Look!" Someone shouted behind him, "The iron gate has moved!" The heavy and ancient iron door began to creak under Ron's strong push, like a moan, like a trembling.Everyone, both underground and on the castle, fell silent, not even breathing, waiting for the result. The rusted black iron lock fell at Roth's feet.He pushed the door hard again, and the iron hammer, which was as black as the lock, whined and screamed in protest, but to no avail, it finally broke!The iron gate opened: "Now, let the luggage cart pass!" He suddenly felt very tired and almost fell down. No one moved.Hundreds of Lanconians—soldiers and townspeople alike—watched the Englishman with wonder in their eyes. "What's the matter with you?" Ron said loudly to Zandi City, "I opened the gate for you, why don't you move?" Still no one moved.Montgomery whispered, "What's the matter with them? Drunk?" Zandi seemed to have just woken up from a dream, with a dazed expression, slowly dismounted, and moved his steps in an extremely quiet atmosphere.He felt that this was a miracle, not only exciting, but also of great significance.Walking up to Ron, he suddenly knelt down on his knees, kowtowed, and shouted: "Long live Prince Ron!" Ron saw Lola, still on her horse, as puzzled as he was. "Long live Prince Ron!" Someone shouted elsewhere.Soon, individual chants turned into group cries. Ron's rider, Woddy Lin, is sensitive and funny.He pointed at Zandi and said to Ron, "Your Excellency, this fool once thought you were a devil, and now the devil is God again!" Ron smiled.Before he could answer, Zanti, kneeling on the ground, said to Votilin: "He is our prince, the true prince of the Lanconians. I will carry out his orders, and let the luggage carts pass through the gate!" "Okay." Ron nodded. Zanti rose to his feet and gave orders to his guards. Ron shrugged, mounted his horse, and smiled at his sister. "Lola, opening this ancient iron gate seems to be a very appropriate thing. Dear sister, we have come to our kingdom safely." "Probably no need to remind, I am your princess sister." She laughed while talking. "Yes, princess." They enter the castle.Where Ron and Lola passed, men and women guards lined up on both sides, bowing to them in respect.Ron watched every face carefully. He expected to see Jura in the line of female guards, but was disappointed that she was not here. In front of an old stone fortress, Ron helps Lola dismount. "Let's go see our father now, shall we?" Lola nodded, "Okay."