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When Roland got up in the morning, it was not Tyr who served him, but an older maidservant.
When he walked out of the bedroom, Chief Knight Carter was waiting for him outside the door.
"Your Highness, I have to tell you a piece of unfortunate news," he said in a deep voice, "Your maidservant died last night."
"What?" Roland's eyelids twitched. Although he had known this result for a long time, he still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, this person died because of him.
"She fell from the balcony of her room. There were no signs of fighting at the scene, and the guards did not see anyone coming in or out. So... she must have fallen accidentally. It was an accident."
The knight reported the results of the investigation. In this era, it was normal for the prince to have sex with the maids around him. There were few entertainment activities and almost no nightlife. After having nothing to do after eating, they would naturally think about making babies. Not only did he make babies himself, but the prince and the upper nobles would also exchange women, and even get together to have baby-making parties. So it is not just a joke that the circle of nobles is really messy.
The fourth prince was more open in this regard, but after Roland took over, he didn't even touch a woman-except Tyr. The level of the other maids can be said to be shabby. In addition, he had to face the evil moon after crossing over. His mind was almost filled with farming plans, and he didn't have time to enjoy the romantic life of the nobles.
"What a pity," Roland pretended to be regretful, "Tyr's funeral will be handled by the older maid who served me this morning. She is the new head maid."
Carter nodded and saluted and left.
As soon as Roland entered the office, he saw Nightingale sitting on the mahogany table, kicking her legs in long boots back and forth, occasionally revealing her snow-white skin.
"Did you find out anything?"
"Nothing, she committed suicide when she saw me," she said in a frustrated tone, "too fast, without even the slightest hesitation."
"You didn't actually restrain her?" Roland walked around her and sat back in the reclining chair.
"I tied her up," Nightingale leaned over, leaning closer, "Who would have thought that there was poison hidden in her teeth. I had to fake an accidental fall."
"I thought you were experienced, but you still have the nerve to take the reward?"
"Hey, don't say that, even though I didn't get anything out of her, it doesn't mean I got nothing," Nightingale chuckled twice and put a folded paper in front of Roland, "I found it in her room."
Roland unfolded the paper, which was a letter from home, the sender called Tyr sister, and the content was just ordinary small talk. But he noticed that the other party mentioned the sea many times, such as the beautiful scenery at the seaside, and she liked to stay on the beach to watch the sunset the most. At the end of the letter, she asked her sister when she would be back, as she missed her sister very much. Thinking of the territories of the brothers and sisters, Roland said uncertainly, "The third princess of Bishui Port?"
"That's probably the case. Your two brothers can't see the sea. According to my speculation, the third princess Garcia Wimbledon held her sister hostage and used her as a hidden chess piece. Judging from her decisive style of suicide, it is unlikely to be arranged casually. In other words, before being placed by your side, she had at least two to three years of relevant training."
Roland sighed softly. Sure enough, the fight for the king's order would not end so easily. Even if he didn't fight, it didn't mean he would stay out of it. For the throne, his brothers and sisters had no worries at all. Similar things might happen again in the future.
"Ah, someone is coming. I'll take my leave first, Your Highness."
Nightingale blew a breath at Roland teasingly, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Although it was not the first time he had seen it, Roland was still shocked by such a play in broad daylight. He hesitated, and stretched out his finger towards the empty table, but he felt something soft through the cloth. A soft hand pressed on the back of his hand, "Your Highness, you will make Anna sad if you do this."
Well, it seems that her ability is invisibility rather than disappearance, Roland thought, otherwise it would be too scary.
There was a knock on the door, "Your Highness, I am Barov."
Roland retracted his finger and returned to his expressionless look, "Come in."
The minister's assistant walked into the office with a large bundle of files, and began to report on the government affairs of the past week before his butt was even warm. Roland also put away his thoughts and listened to him attentively. After more than a month of osmosis, he found that he could keep up with the other party's rhythm, instead of being dizzy and completely confused at the beginning.
Suddenly, Roland felt a warm and soft hand reaching into his crotch. He looked down and saw nothing. He knew it must be Nightingale, but Barov was reporting on his work. Roland couldn't get angry. He put one hand under the table to stop Nightingale, but Nightingale grabbed his hand with her other hand and he couldn't get away.
Nightingale stopped Roland's resistance and then boldly took out Roland's penis. However, the penis was not erect and was limp. Nightingale gently held the scrotum and blew a few breaths on the penis.
Roland couldn't get away and had to give up. Nightingale's beautiful face emerged in his mind. Although he couldn't see it now, thinking of that pretty face facing his lower body, even very close, his blood rushed up, and his penis suddenly raised its head and slid across a piece of softness.
Although it was just a short touch, Roland's mind was still full of imagination. Where did it touch? Chin? Nose tip? Or? Lips?
The soft little hand had already skillfully stroked up and down, neither too hard nor too soft, showing a lot of experience. The fingers occasionally rubbed the glans, gently pressing the urethra and vas deferens. Roland's penis throbbed and he almost ejaculated.
Fortunately, Roland's previous life was a battle-hardened one, and the body he had left behind had a good tolerance for sex, so he didn't make a fool of himself in front of Nightingale.
As if she was somewhat dissatisfied with Roland's failure to ejaculate, Nightingale released her other hand that was suppressing Roland and began to massage his scrotum. Roland no longer had the heart to resist at this time. The pleasure gathered in his lower body, from the glans to the scrotum, all of which were treated gently.
In the office, Barov talked about the political situation of the border town. Roland seemed to be listening to the report carefully, but his attention was all focused on his body. Although it was invisible, Nightingale's hands were indeed wandering over the penis, stroking every inch of skin. Her index finger pressed the throbbing vas deferens to the middle of the scrotum, and then her thumb pressed the testicles sliding in the scrotum. With a little force, a slight swelling pain came, making Roland feel even more itchy, as if the stored semen was about to be squeezed out.
Just as Roland was trying his best to resist the desire to ejaculate, the warm and moist touch wrapped around the glans, and a thin and smooth tongue flexibly opened the horse's eye and licked the sensitive inner wall. Roland's defense collapsed under the sudden stimulation, and the white semen was violently shot out, but there was no trace after it left the urethra. Roland knew that all the semen was shot into Nightingale's mouth.
After shooting more than a dozen full streams of semen, Roland felt a thumb starting from the root of the penis, squeezing out the remaining semen along the vas deferens bit by bit, and the glans was licked clean by the fragrant and soft tongue. Finally, the lower body was gently stuffed into the crotch and the belt was tied, as if nothing had happened. Roland knew that this was Nightingale's apology for not being able to capture Tyr alive.
Looking at Barov who had finished reporting, Roland shamelessly said that he was distracted just now and asked Barov to report again.
Barov was black, and Roland smiled awkwardly, thinking that he would have to compensate him later.
After listening to the report again, Roland generally understood the situation.
In general, the financial situation of Border Town has improved to a certain extent, mainly because of the nearly 200 gold royals obtained from selling ore and gemstones to Willow Town. After using the money to buy food and pay wages, there are still 90 gold royals left.
Barov was also in high spirits. With extra money in hand, it would not be too difficult to get through this winter.
However, Roland was destined not to let him idle. "I will select a group of people from the people to fight against the evil beasts. From now on, they must be concentrated for training. The instructor will be my chief knight, and I will explain the specific situation to him. You have to make a purchase plan. These people must have strong leather armor and a long spear, as well as two sets of winter clothes that can be replaced."
"Your Highness, this... according to convention, isn't it a temporary conscription of people to fight?"
"A team that goes to the battlefield without training is just a mob. Can it scare away the evil beasts by relying on its large number of people? It will be more troublesome if it collapses."
"Are you really going to defend Border Town to the death?" Barov asked hesitantly.
"If we can't hold on, we will retreat, but I don't think we can't even deal with a few mutant beasts."
"If you do it according to your plan, you will have to spend more money."
The other party looked like a miser, which made Roland laugh. "These are all necessary expenses, go and do it."
He still had more than 300 gold royals in his vault, mainly to pay for the cost of building the city wall. He also paid for the materials and parts needed for the steam engine from the blacksmith shop. The first one cost about 20 gold royals, and he needed at least three more.
It is true that the steam engine promoted the first industrial revolution, but it does not mean that the steam engine is equal to the industrial revolution. Historically, Britain was in urgent need of a new power to replace people and livestock to meet the production of the mining area. After Watt improved the steam engine, he immediately received a large number of orders, and this new power was also popularized in various industries in a short time.
At this time, the border town had no foundation for the industrial revolution, and it could even be said that there was no industry. Therefore, Roland did not expect to make his first pot of gold by selling steam engines. He just wanted to invest this kind of machine in the Beishan mining area to pull ore and crush stone. After the mine production increases, the scale of steam engine use will be expanded, which is equivalent to promoting industrial development from top to bottom.