The young man has a very strong body, which is hidden under his white shirt. If he doesn't undress, he would look like an ordinary handsome guy.
"No, I can go back faster by myself."
Marika shook her head and refused, "Just stay here. When you have time, you will be able to make most decisions."
"Ah?" Roland was stunned.
"I mean.....just like with the Latarn incident, you told Black Knife and can make the decision for me."
Marika is giving up power.
Originally Roland was only in charge of Knight Rodel, but now he was directly promoted to this position.
He really didn't expect that his mother would give him so much power to make decisions for her.
"No......."
"Don't refuse. You will become king sooner or later. It's okay for you to adapt to these things now." Marika stood up.
"Mother is going back so soon?" Torina ran to her and hugged her waist.
"Well, you have to listen to your brother." She hugged the little Loli with her backhand and looked at Marlenya again.
The red-haired girl came over and gave her mother a similar hug.
To show respect, Seren also stood up and helped them see Marika off.
She had already walked to the door, leaving only her back to them.
After Marika left, Seren breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Torina and Marlenya.
The next period of time was very relaxing.
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Shuihuan Village,
Since parting with the Black Sword Malicus, Michaela's journey has become faster, and it didn't take long before she was almost in Gaileid.
A dilapidated house in the village, full of erosion from the years, is in a dilapidated state. The thatch on the roof is already mottled and sparse, and a few holes let in the starlight from the sky, which is reflected by the blazing bonfire on the ground.
The bonfire was jumping enthusiastically, and the orange-red flames licked the night, dyeing the peeling paint and cracked exterior walls of the wooden house with a warm and mysterious glow. Sparks occasionally drifted away with the wind, like falling stars in the night sky, adding a bit of liveliness and poetry to this lonely night.
This is the only house I can stay in for free without exposing my identity.
Michaela sat in front of the campfire, roasting the deer legs she had hunted today as dinner.
He was too weak to bring back the whole deer even after killing it with a dagger, so he had to cut off one of the deer's legs and bring it to the village.
The villagers thought he was still a child and were actually not on guard against him, so they let him stay in this shabby house.
Michaela sat by the campfire, holding a notebook in which he recorded everything he had seen and heard along the way.
These things will become valuable documents for him to govern the border areas in the future.
"Brother is right. We really need to visit various places."
Just as Michaela was putting her things away, she suddenly heard a noisy sound of footsteps.
There shouldn't be many people, about a dozen or so, wearing heavy armor, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard.
It is impossible for a small village to have soldiers. At most, there will be farmers and hunters. Ordinary monsters and wild beasts will not attack the village.
Michaela tilted her head and looked outside and saw a "red-haired giant".
No, that's not right, he's just tall.
"Latan?" he murmured.
Chapter 125: Prosperity
This was really beyond Michaela's expectations. She didn't expect to meet him.
The red-haired man's voice was so loud that even if he was on the outskirts of the village, one could still hear his conversation with the villagers.
"We have too many people and there is no room?"
"Is there a child living there?"
"Wait a minute, I'll go discuss it."
Then, he could hear footsteps coming towards him, and the red-haired burly man knocked on the door.
That can't even be called a door, it's just a piece of wood that can barely keep out the wind and cold.
"Come in, General Ratan."
"General?" The burly red-haired man opened the door panel with careful movements and his palms were thick and broad.
A bonfire appeared in the field of vision, with a deer leg on top. Further along, one could see a little boy with long, wavy golden hair tied into a high ponytail.
After meeting Roland once, Latan immediately realized that this man was imitating him. Although the two people's blond hair was the same color, the luster and quality were different.
Is this Michaela?
He had seen Tolina before and was quite familiar with the face, which was basically 70% similar.
But, this outfit?
The coarse cloth robe was worn to a white color, and he wore a pair of long boots and a backpack. It was incredibly simple.
If someone else were here, they would never believe that he was Michaela. At most, they would think that he was a fallen Golden Tree noble.
Since we are “acquaintances”, it will be easier to talk to him.
He sat across from Michaela, "What's going on, General? I think... you should call me brother."
"Huh? Haven't you received the message yet? Since you are here, aren't you going to the royal city?" Michaela was stunned for just a moment, then reacted instantly.
"Wait a minute, news? Going to the royal city?"
Latan was even more confused. Ever since they won the Star Shattering War, he had been going to the Magic Academy day and night, wanting to see Roland.
Seeing the question in his expression, Michaela raised an eyebrow, nodded, and explained for him.
“You must have missed it.
My brother said that you will win the Star Shattering War and become a general appointed by the Golden Tree.
The news spread quickly, and everyone has already acknowledged that you are a hero, and there is no difference in substance.
I thought you were going to the royal city to be enfeoffed, and then to build your own city."
"It's not too late to know now."
His laughter was loud, like thunder, refreshing and straightforward, and the air around him seemed to resonate with it.
It seems that compared to being awarded the title of general and obtaining the qualification to build a city, it is not as useful as being called a hero.
"I'm going to the magic academy, not to the royal city!"
"That's right." Michaela nodded.
Both of them knew the portals to the Royal City and the Magic Academy, so it was easy for them to talk.
Although they are brothers by blood, there is really no emotional foundation between them.
After a few simple words, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.
The wood made a slight burning sound in the flames, and a few holes let in the wind, but it was better than sleeping in the wild.
Latan remembered the original incident, talked to Michaela about it, and solved it easily.
He obviously had more stuff than Michaela, and there was a pot on the campfire, with thick soup cooking.
Among the warriors and magicians, Starbreaker General Latan laughed and handed him a bowl of thick soup and cut up deer leg meat.
"It's normal that you're not good at this. After all, you've been taken care of since you were a child."
"Yeah, very different from my brother."
He took the soup and meat, took a sip, and immediately retracted his tongue, obviously burned.
Laughter broke out immediately around them. Her behavior was no different from that of ordinary people. Her ordinary clothes and childlike appearance made Michaela blend in well with them.
The originally aloof Golden Tree Prince turned out to be so approachable.
Latan was also very curious and asked him directly, "What are you doing here? Does the Golden Tree have plans for this village?"
"No."
Michaela shook her head. "I've been traveling for a while. My brother arranged it."
"Godwin?" Latan wondered what the point of arranging such a trip was.
Until, he took Michaela's notebook.
“I wrote down every village, what they produced, what the climate was like, whether there were wild animals around, and the status of the villagers.
My brother wants me to see with my own eyes that the people of every region cannot just sit among the nobles and knights in the royal city and be ignorant of the lower classes."
His voice was not loud, but the surroundings became increasingly quiet, and one could even hear the chirping of insects outside the window.
The warriors and mages who could follow Latan were obviously not ordinary people, and they all understood the reasons for doing so.
Latan had a serious look on his face, but after more than ten seconds, he laughed, read the notes, and returned them to Michaela.
"Godwin, with him and you in the Golden Tree Dynasty, there is no need to worry about the lack of successors.
In my opinion, it can still prosper for several hundred years."
"hope so."
Mikaela took back the notebook and spent the night with many warriors and mages.
The next day, they separated.
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Royal City, the next day.
The light of the golden tree is bright but not dazzling. Its branches are blocked by some clouds. The pure white clouds are leisurely strolling in the air. The breeze blows gently, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers.
A carriage stopped outside the palace. Despite Lacarde's repeated attempts to save her, Lani still refused.
After confirming her feelings, she had made a decision.
The red-haired girl stood on the street, the wide brim of her hat covering her cheeks, and opposite her was the palace.
A guard stepped forward and saluted her.
"can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Roland. No, I'm looking for my brother." She raised her head, revealing her delicate face under the brim of her hat.
The guard was stunned for a moment, both because of her beauty and her identity.
News spread quickly in the royal city, and everyone knew that Roland had returned with Lani.
He stood at attention, spear in hand.
"Please wait a moment. I will go and ask His Highness for instructions."
"Ah."
After these few days, she became thoroughly familiar with the various names of the royal city.
No matter how other people are addressed, their names must be added before "Your Highness".
The only time the word "Your Highness" is mentioned is when Roland is addressed.
Golden Godwin is so deeply rooted in people's hearts.
He is loved by all the residents of the royal city, who sincerely call him "Your Highness".
She was very patient, but it still took her nearly half an hour to wait for Roland to come out.
His golden hair was casually scattered, yet smooth and abundant, without a trace of disorder. As long as one saw him, one could confirm his identity, and give the Golden Tree the best gift.
Golden Godwin.
He walked quickly, and his eyes swept across and immediately locked onto Lani.
"You came."
There was a hint of happiness in his tone, causing the guards around him to avoid his gaze.
