Black Iron Crown

After two months of frenzied running, only one of the five stamina-stealing horses was left, and it looked skinny and he didn't know when he would fall to the ground.

Fortunately, he had already left the scope of the Ridka Empire and entered the territory of the Kingdom of Bookern.

The Kingdom of Bookern appears to be very wealthy. As the southernmost country on the mainland backed by the ocean, its shipping is very developed, and it has cultivated a strong business atmosphere, which makes the business in their country extremely developed.

In fact, the commercial atmosphere in the southern part of the empire was also influenced by the Kingdom of Bookern.

Here, you can see all kinds of novelty goods everywhere. Countless small vendors are hawking on the side of the road. Even the villages are full of prosperous handicrafts and goods everywhere.

On the road between countless caravan camels and the Kingdom of Bukeden, in front of this messenger was an extremely prosperous commercial market town.

He wanted to ride his horse and run over there, but within a few steps, the horse under his crotch suddenly fell to the ground and did not breathe anymore.

The courier was thrown down hard. Such an unexpected incident attracted the attention of the people around him, but it had nothing to do with them, and they didn't want to care about it.

They didn't want to have anything to do with this strange man in rags but with a noble coat of arms.

The courier felt severe pain all over his body. The fatigue and pain for two months almost destroyed his will. His vision was slack, and he looked at the sky blankly, lying on the ground in a large shape.

After a while, he suddenly stood up from the ground, jumped twice on the spot, and then slapped himself hard.

He had to cheer up and deliver the letter in his arms to King Bukeden.

He stared intently, endured the pain all over his body and slowly walked towards the market town ahead.

After walking a few steps, a sense of powerlessness flooded his body. He held the saber at his waist, turned around and picked up the short spear on the horse's back, and limped towards the market town as a crutch.

His arrival just adds a little talk on the road, and no one will continue to pay attention to him.

After walking for half an hour, the messenger finally arrived at the gate of the market town.

Several guards frowned and looked at this embarrassed armed man, secretly vigilant in their hearts.

"stop,

One silver coin for city entry tax! "The guards stopped him and said blankly.

He was a little annoyed, even the imperial capital's entrance tax was not paid, but it didn't happen, he didn't want to cause conflicts with these people, he had to complete his mission.

After obediently handing over a silver coin, he successfully entered the market town in front of him.

After he came in, he didn't hesitate at all. He bought some food and found a tavern to live in. He knew that he was on the verge of his limit. In order to deliver the letter, he had to ensure his safety.

After resting for a while, he felt that the pain in his body had eased a lot, so he walked out of the tavern with his purse, and started to go to the market to buy some things.

All five of his war horses had died, and he had to buy new livestock here.

After spending two gold coins to buy two fairly good quality horses, he returned to the tavern to rest.

Early the next morning, he set out on the road again.

The territory of the Kingdom of Bookern is not huge, even smaller than the northern border, but such a size of land produces wealth comparable to two-thirds of the Ridka Empire.

This shows the prosperity and commercial development here.

But in the final analysis, no matter how developed the commerce is, it cannot change the essence of a feudal country, and their civilians still live in great hardship.

Although the harvesting industry in the village was well developed, all the benefits generated belonged to the local feudal lords, not the common people themselves.

The messenger galloped on the horse again. He had looked at the map of the Kingdom of Bookern more than once, and it was impossible to get lost no matter what.

Two days later, he finally crossed more than 200 kilometers and arrived at Pimon City, the imperial capital of the Kingdom of Bukeden.

The business of Pimon City is more developed. Although it is not as good as the capital of Ridka, it can be called the second most developed city. It is already very fast to achieve such an achievement with less than one-tenth of the territory of the Ridkar Empire. It's amazing.

Arriving here, the messenger took out a golden lion flag with a red background representing the Redcar Empire from the luggage.

He tied it to his short spear, and carried the banner into the city of Piccamon.

With the help of this flag, no one will offend him. Even if they don't know this flag, others will understand that this is a person under the command of a noble lord.

Of course, many people recognized this flag. The prestige of the Ridka Empire had already spread throughout the entire continent, not to mention that in the royal city of the Bukden Kingdom, there were many businessmen traveling from north to south.

"People from the Ridka Empire? What are they doing here?"

The scene on the street was transmitted verbatim to the ears of King Satri, the king of Bukeden Kingdom.

"I don't know for now, maybe he came under the order of Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

It was his confidant who reported to King Satri, so he knew these things very well.

"Could it be that something happened inside the Ridka Empire? They were in chaos before..." King Satri guessed in his heart, and said: "When the messenger arrives, let him come to see me!"

Soon, the messenger came to the gate of the palace. After he explained his identity, he entered the palace very smoothly.

"Your Majesty has been waiting for you, come with me!" A guard nodded after confirming his identity.

The messenger followed the guards through the corridors full of luxurious decorations, but he was not in the mood to appreciate these fancy things right now.

He subconsciously stroked the letter on his chest, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Okay, this is His Majesty's study, just wait a moment!"

With that said, the guard knocked on the door of the study.

"Okay, you have His Majesty's permission, you can go in, but remember, don't be rude!"

The messenger nodded, and walked into the study cautiously.

Although he is very proud of being an envoy of the empire, he understands that the current royal family is very dangerous and cannot be as arrogant as before

"Good day, Your Majesty, I am a messenger from the Ridka Empire, and by order of His Majesty the Empress of the Great Empire, I deliver the letter to you, the legal ruler of the Kingdom of Bukeden, the great Satri King !"

As he spoke, the messenger took out the letter from his pocket, and handed it to King Satri with both hands.

After examining the wax, King Satri opened the envelope and began to read the letter.

As the reading time got longer and longer, his brows became more and more wrinkled, with a serious expression on his face.

"I see, you can go down first, I need to think about how to make a decision, and I will notify you when I have the result!"

King Satri put down the letter in his hand and said.