"I think it's difficult. The throne has just been passed on, and we will probably have to fight a rebellion again. All the food has been given to the army, so how can it be provided to us? Besides, the south has been lost, and the royal family may not even have enough to support themselves."

People on the street were talking about the unfamiliar things happening to these people. After asking around for a while, they found out that another coup had taken place within the empire.

"Their royal family's internal affairs have nothing to do with us. But this time it depends on whether the Treyi family can get food from the new emperor. Otherwise, we can't survive on our own." Several villagers discussed this.

The North is unlike other places. The relationship between nobles and commoners is very harmonious because they need to unite to fight against the harsh natural environment and climate.

During spring plowing on weekdays, many nobles would even participate in person, because producing more grain was indeed a very important matter.

This place is not like other places. The area here is vast and sparsely populated. If the nobles treat the common people badly, they will run away, and then no one may pay taxes in the territory.

No one will immigrate here. If they really want to immigrate, most people will choose the rich east, or the prosperous central and south.

Although such an environment made the people of the North live in poverty, it was also relatively stable, and neighbors would help each other because no one knew whether they would suffer the same disaster in the future.

The cold wind, monsters, barrenness, desolation, frost and snow together constitute the impression of the North held by most people in the empire. People from the North also have characteristics that are different from those in other parts of the empire.

Most of them have dark skin and hair, speak with a flat and straightforward accent, attach great importance to promises, are very united when outside, respect witches, believe in fate, and have a strong attachment to their homeland. They rarely wander outside for their entire lives.

The villagers in the town were talking about this big event, and Hanye Territory was already the most remote place in the northern part of the empire. If they all knew about it, it meant that almost all the towns in the north had received this information.

In a castle in the mountains, a man in armor was packing his luggage, and his wife beside him was trying to dissuade him.

"Heitlin, are you really going?"

"Yes, I will go."

He answered almost without thinking, slowly put on the black knight's helmet, and then straightened and fastened it in front of the mirror.

"Her Majesty the Queen has been kind to us. You should not forget it."

A year and a half ago, he received an order from the lord and went to the south with a group of companions to purchase food. They encountered many difficulties, but fortunately they finally got enough food from the western border.

But even so, they still encountered difficult difficulties on their return. Some greedy nobles set up checkpoints in their fiefdoms and forced them to hand over half of their food before they could pass.

Because of the difficulties caused by this, they fled in panic several times and had to change direction again and again in the hope of returning home safely.

However, such actions also led to the continuous loss of transported food, and time was gradually running out.

Hanye Territory is located in the remote northwestern corner of the northern border, with almost no grain-producing areas around it. If they return too late, I am afraid that many people in the territory will not survive the winter.

Not only will the lord be furious, but the people in the territory will also not forgive them. This situation will almost force them into a desperate situation.

Fortunately, in the end, a ceremonial officer brought the Queen's order and cleared the way for them, allowing them to walk in a straight line and return to Hanye Territory in the shortest time, thus resolving the urgent problem.

"Now, I have received news that Her Majesty the Queen and the Prince are fleeing to Needle Forest County in Wolf Howl Province, so I want to rush over to provide support."

"Are you crazy? The new emperor has ascended the throne and controls the core of the empire. Even the Duke of Raven has acknowledged his status. Are you still jumping out at this time?!"

"Her Majesty the Queen's dignity comes from her husband and children, but now the Amank brothers are gone, and the little prince cannot ascend the throne. If you go to save them, what can you change by yourself? It's simply... simply courting death. Don't you care about anything in the family?" The wife's voice was full of earnest advice. Fearing the future, she wanted to stop this foolishly loyal and crazy man.

But the knight continued to move, putting on his black knight armor one by one, going to the bedroom, opening the bed, and taking out the excellent weapon wrapped in oil paper under the bed.

Slowly wiping the blurred and blunt sword blade and sharpening it again, the man tied the scabbard tightly and then pushed open the door. The cold wind and snow from outside blew in, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly.

He led his only remaining old friend, his warhorse, and climbed on, while the wife rushed out of the house with the child in her arms, and let the child grab his cloak and saddle.

"No, don't go, Dad." The child made a childish voice, and his movements finally slowed down.

"Look, he is only 5 years old. Can you bear to let the child be without a father?" The wife's voice was a little hoarse.

Scattered snowflakes drifted in the cold wind as the man sat upright in the saddle, silent and motionless, like a statue.

He didn't look back, his eyes looking at the snow-covered mountains, houses, frozen lakes, and the withered and cold world outside.

After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice was as difficult as a frozen river.

"No, he will have a father who is brave and keeps his promises."

After he finished speaking, he shook the reins, and the man and the horse, like black steel, drove towards the vast world covered with frost and snow.

The iron-gray flag fluttered rapidly in the cold wind, and a group of people waited quietly at the intersection, waiting for their comrades who were rushing towards death with them.

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