Chapter 20: The Capital, Things Have Changed
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[Walking along the familiar road, you returned to the capital.]
[Although it was much later than expected, no one raised any questions about it.]
[The residents of the capital applauded Morgan's return and were somewhat curious about you, who was beside her.]
[Sitting on your warhorse, facing these gazes, you suddenly realized something.]
[That is, the transmission of information in Britain is not as efficient as imagined.]
[It will take a long time for news from the front to reach the capital.]
You realize there is some value in this.
[You looked at Morgan and found that Morgan was also looking at you.]
[You exchanged glances, realizing that you both understood something, but due to your identities, you knew that now was not the right time to talk.]
"Ian, come into my room tonight."
Morgan said this calmly, then refused the royal guards' offer to lead the way and chose to ride back alone.
"Do you need a guide, Princess's guest?" the guard asked cautiously.
It had been several years since Ian left the capital. Although everything in the capital seemed unchanged, he didn't recognize any of these guards.
Things have changed, and people have changed. Perhaps this is how it feels.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it," Ian said with a smile. "I'm very familiar with this place. Besides--"
Ian drew the sword from his waist, and it glowed silver in the sunlight.
"I am not a guest of the princess. I am her knight."
[The talent affinity "Perseverance" has been replaced with "Chivalry."]
[Talented Affinity "Knight Aura" Activated: Although the guard saw you for the first time, the aura you exuded made him feel that you were extraordinary, and he believed in the identity you reported.]
[He cast an admiring look at you and announced this to his companions.]
[Soon, your identity was confirmed because of this publicity.]
[They made way for you and watched you go.]
[You did not go back to your resting place directly but wandered around the royal court.]
[You got off the horse, spent some gold coins to buy apples and other things, and distributed them to the people along the way.]
[They were very willing to chat with you, and you gradually learned a lot from their conversation.]
[Girls were constantly attracted by your temperament and generosity, hoping to have more private conversations with you.]
[But you rejected them, telling them that someone better would come along.]
It was evening.
[As agreed, you avoided being seen and came to the door of Morgan's room.]
Knock knock.
Ian knocked on the heavy door.
Soon, the door opened a crack, and Morgan's beautiful blue eyes appeared inside.
"Ian, you're finally here."
The door closed again.
Everything returned to silence.
Inside the room, Morgan closed all the windows, preventing any moonlight from leaking in.
A few red candles lit up with pale yellow flames on the candlesticks, making the originally deserted bedroom a little warmer.
The finest wine sat still in the glass, emitting a subtle aroma.
"Ian, get down on your knees!"
Morgan just sat on the bed and immediately gave orders to her knight.
Although he didn't know what was going on, Ian still did what she asked.
After seeing Ian surrender, Morgan stretched out her foot and hooked his chin.
"Ian, you've just come back and you're already messing around with other girls?"
"I heard from them that you spent the whole afternoon chatting with other girls? Do you know what you are doing?"
"I don't remember ever saying I allowed you to do that."
So that's what it was.
Ian sighed helplessly.
"My Lady, I think you misunderstood."
"I'm not looking for them to flirt with, but to get some information that we might be able to use."
"Information that we might need?" Morgan frowned.
"Yes, Princess, you should have noticed something today, just like I did."
"As for those opposite sex who come at me, I have no interest in them at all."
"My Lady, you should understand this."
"That sounds like a good explanation." Morgan released Ian's jaw.
"Go get the wine, let's have a few drinks."
"Understood, Princess."
Following Morgan's order, Ian brought over the double-handled wine glass filled with wine.
"Tell me about it."
Morgan took the glass and shook it gently.
The wine maintained a delicate balance inside and would not overflow due to such action.
"What did you find?"
"Yes, Princess." Ian replied respectfully.
"Although it may be a bit offensive to you and the late king, the connection between the capital and the frontline battlefield seems to be weaker than expected."
"I can sense a clear 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."
Having said that, the two looked at each other.
They both knew what was going to be discussed next, and it was a secret that must be kept.
"Have a drink first."
Morgan took a sip of wine and held the glass out towards Ian.
[You took the wine glass and took a sip.]
[You discovered that Morgan had performed a magic trick here, and your communication was hidden in the wine glass.]
[Using this silent method, you quickly exchanged opinions.]
[You learned that Morgan also wanted to use the delay in communication between the frontline and the capital to block the news from the frontline.]
[This way, at least in the capital, she would no longer be the princess 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 had completed their exchange of information.
"Ian, do you think this will work?"
"I can't predict, Princess." Ian answered sincerely. "But at least it sounds like a plan worth trying."
"Ian, you're never afraid in front of me."
Morgan looked at the knight in front of her, and her blue eyes lost some of their coldness.
"I'm risking your life every time."
Ian smiled.
"That at least proves that my head is still of some use to you, my lady."
"Yeah?"
Morgan slowly stretched her legs.
Her fair skin was so delicate and smooth that it seemed as if it could be blown away by a whisper. Even in the dim light of the candle, it was still extremely attractive.
"Then maybe you have more useful things than just the head above."
With a clang.
The wine glass fell to the side of the bed.
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