[Walking through a familiar road, you returned to the royal capital. ]
[Although it was much later than expected, no one raised any questions about it. ]
[The residents in the royal capital applauded Morgan's return, and at the same time felt a little curious about you next to her. ]
[Sitting on the war horse, facing these eyes, you suddenly realized something. ]
[That is, the transmission of information in Britain is not as convenient as imagined. ]
[The news from the front line is that it will take a long time to reach the royal capital. ]
[You realize that there is a certain use value in this. ]
[You looked at Morgan and found that Morgan was also looking at you. ]
[You exchanged glances and realized that both of you were aware of something, but due to your superficial identities, you knew that now was not a good time to talk. ]
"Ian, come to my room tonight."
Morgan said this calmly, then refused to be led by the royal guards and chose to ride the horse back alone.
"Um, do you need me to lead the way? You are a guest of the princess after all." the guard asked cautiously.
It has been several years since Ian left the Royal Capital. Although everything in the Royal Capital seems to have remained unchanged, he does not recognize any of these guards.
Things are different and people are different, maybe it describes this feeling.
"Thank you for your kindness, I don't need it." Ian said with a smile.
"I'm familiar with this place."
"besides--"
Ian pulled out the sword from his waist, and it glowed silver in the sunlight.
"I am not the Princess' guest."
"I am her knight."
[The talent affinity and persistence has been replaced by affinity and knightly aura. ]
[Talent Affinity·Knight Aura Activation: Although it is the first time for the guard to see you, the aura exuding from your body makes him feel that you are extraordinary, and he has no doubt about the identity you reported. ]
[He casts an admiring look at you and announces this to his companions. ]
[Soon, your identity was confirmed by this kind of publicity. ]
[They made way for you and watched you go away. ]
[You did not go back directly to the resting place, but wandered around the royal court. ]
[You dismounted, spent some gold coins to buy apples and other things, and distributed them to people along the way. ]
[They are very willing to chat with you, and you gradually learn a lot from their conversations. ]
[There are many girls who are attracted by your temperament and boldness, and hope to spend more time alone with you. ]
[But you rejected them and told them that someone better would come along. ]
[The time has come at night. ]
[As agreed, you avoided sight along the way and arrived at the door of Morgan's room. ]
Boom boom.
Ian knocked on the heavy door.
Soon, the door opened a corner, and Morgan's beautiful blue eyes appeared inside.
"Ian, you're finally here."
The door closed again.
All is quiet.
In the room, Morgan closed all the windows so that no moonlight from outside could leak in.
Several red candles ignited pale yellow flames on Wang's candlesticks, making the originally deserted bedroom a little warmer.
The fine wine is left to rest in the glass, exuding a faint aroma.
"Ian, kneel down for me!"
As soon as Morgan sat on the bed, she directly ordered her knights.
Although he didn't know what was going on, Ian still did as she said.
After seeing Ian surrender, Morgan stretched out her foot and hooked his chin.
"Ian, you've just come back and you're already flirting with women?"
"I heard them say that you have been chatting with other girls all afternoon? Do you know what you are doing?"
"I don't remember saying I allowed you to do this."
It turned out to be this.
Ian sighed helplessly.
"My Lady, I think you have misunderstood."
"I'm not looking for them to flirt with each other, but I'm looking for some information that we might need."
"Information that we might need?" Morgan frowned.
"Yes, my Lady, you should have noticed something like me today."
"As for those people of the opposite sex who attack me, I'm not interested in them at all."
"My Lady, you should understand this."
"Sounds like a good explanation." Morgan let go of Ian's chin.
"Go get the wine and let's have a few drinks."
"I understand, my lady."
Following Morgan's order, Ian brought over the amphora filled with wine.
"Tell me about it."
Morgan took the glass and shook it gently.
The wine maintains a delicate balance inside and will not spill out due to such movements.
"What did you find?"
"Okay, Your Majesty." Ian replied respectfully.
"Although it may offend you and the late king, the connection between the royal capital and the frontline battlefield seems to be weaker than imagined."
"I can feel the obvious lag in my communication with them."
"Yeah." Morgan nodded.
"After all, they didn't even recognize you, so I don't think they know much about the front line."
At this point, the two people looked at each other.
They both knew that what was going to be discussed next was a secret that must be kept hidden.
"Take a sip of wine first."
Morgan took a sip of wine and then stretched the glass towards Ian.
[You took the wine glass and took a sip of the wine. ]
[You find that Morgan has cast magic here, and your communication is hidden in the wine glass. ]
[With the help of this silent method, you quickly completed the exchange of opinions with each other. ]
[You learned that Morgan also wants to take advantage of the delay in the connection between the front line and the royal capital to block information from the front line. ]
[In this way, at least in the royal capital, she is no longer the princess who was driven back by King Uther. ]
[Then when the war is doomed to fail, you and Morgan will be the two people in the most advantageous position. ]
[The premise is that you really concealed everything. ]
The wine glass was empty.
Morgan and Ian also completed the exchange of information with each other.
"Ian, do you think it can work?"
"I can't predict it, Your Majesty." Ian replied very sincerely, "But at least it sounds like a plan worth trying."
"Ian, you are never afraid in front of me."
Morgan looked at the knight in front of him, her blue eyes less cold.
"I will bet your life every time."
Ian smiled slightly.
"That at least it proves that my head is still somewhat useful to you, my lady."
"Yeah?"
Morgan slowly stretched her legs.
It was fair skin that could be broken by a blow, and was as smooth as fat. Even if it was slightly smoked by candlelight, it was still extremely attractive.
"Then maybe you have more useful things than just the head on it."
There was a clang.
The wine glass fell on the bedside.
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