The King of Elden does not die alone!

Greg.

How many people have taken care of him so that he can live until now?

There was a long silence.

Greg didn't know what he had done wrong and stared at Mia guiltily.

“Did I do a terrible job?”

Mia shook her head. "No, you did great, but we have to make him better."

At least when it comes to maintaining the loyalty of soldiers.

Greg is capable.

Not everyone can willingly follow a relatively weaker king.

"You do as good a job as La Tarn in some places."

"Latan, is it the Star Crusher General Latan?"

Greg asked.

"Yes, he...should be considered your step-uncle."

Mia took a few seconds to try to make sense of this.

On the surface, Latan and Greg are not related by blood.

"He is the most powerful demigod..." Greg hesitated and asked in disbelief, "Do you think I can stand shoulder to shoulder with him?"

"Physical strength is not the only criterion for measuring whether a person is strong, Greg."

Godwin said something similar to him.

"I...I understand." Greg lowered his head.

"Tell me about the surrounding buildings, Greg." Mia changed the subject.

"Okay," Greg nodded.

The huge frame, protected by the riders, traveled along the road through the city.

However, no one noticed that in an alley where the car passed, a man in faded clothes was quietly watching the car.

"This is the barracks and the station of the Knights."

When the car came under a building, Greg explained to Mia.

This is a castle built in the city.

After getting off the car and walking through the slightly narrow gate, I could see a few soldiers sporadically on the training ground.

On the castle wall, there were some protruding wooden beams, on which stood several giant eagles, turning their alert heads and looking at the city from high above.

Some of them bent their necks and combed their feathers.

"What are we going to do?" Mia asked.

"Go find my Knight Commander. He manages almost everything in this city."

When the soldiers in the castle saw Greg and Mia, they saluted respectfully and made way for them.

"Where's Greg?"

"The Knight-General is at work, Your Majesty."

Greg got the news about the Knight Commander from a knight.

Mia keenly learned the name of the Knight Commander from Greg's questions.

If I guess correctly.

Greg is just like Greylia and Gotok.

It is a name given by Greg.

Servants, maids, and knights.

They can all form a Gejiatun.

Mia didn't think those three were the only ones Greg had given names to.

He led Mia to Greg's office.

The door was a little small for Greg.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in!" A rough but clear voice came from inside.

Greg opened the door and walked in sideways.

"Your Majesty?"

When Knight Greg saw Greg appear outside the door, he hurried over and held up his robe: "Your Majesty, why didn't you want to tell me you were coming?"

"Call her Her Majesty, and just call me Sir."

"This..." Knight Greg looked at Mia.

Of course he also attended yesterday's banquet.

"You are my majesty." The Knight Commander said to Greg stubbornly.

"Don't be rude, Greg, Mia is my aunt."

"It's okay, Greg." Mia reached out and patted Greg's leg - that was the only spot she could reach. "You are qualified to call yourself His Majesty. How many years have you ruled this city? Hmm? These are your achievements. Accept them. You have the ability to do so."

Greg felt that he had received more compliments in the past two days than he had in the past thousand years.

He felt happy and nodded with a smile on his face.

Mia continued, "Greg, you are free to call me whatever you want, as long as you can help me."

"As long as His Majesty Greg has no objection, I am willing to serve you, Lady Mia."

"Yeah," Mia nodded.

Greg on the side obviously didn't seem to have any objection.

"Mia has the power to make decisions for me." Greg looked happy.

There is absolutely no dissatisfaction after power is shared.

Mia thought about it.

Is Greg the type who is unexpectedly easy to deal with?

The PUA hasn't even started yet, but he's already defending this young aunt.

The future is promising (nod)

After that, Mia began to check out the room.

It was a very standard office layout, with a large heavy wooden table in the center.

One wall was lined with bookshelves, and another with a map of Stonewell.

What Mia paid special attention to was the map.

Certain places are marked on the map.

Mia stood with her hands behind her back as she looked at the very detailed map. The writing on the map was not any language she knew in her previous life, but she could understand it.

Just like reading the magic textbooks that Se Lian gave her, she could understand them even if she had not learned the language of the border area.

"Are you in charge of all the affairs in the city?" Mia turned around and asked Knight Commander Greg.

"Yes," Greg replied.

The Knight Commander was not wearing armor now.

For some reason, Mia could tell from Greg's dry face that he looked overworked.

Mia remembered that Greg had appeared at the party yesterday, but he only participated in a small part.

"What is that place?" Mia pointed to a large building in the southeast of Stonewell.

"That is the bridgehead leading to the Divine Tower, and also the stronghold of the Exile Corps and the Lost Knights."

"What is the relationship between the Exile Corps and you?"

"We are all loyal to His Majesty Greg. The number of the Exile Corps is small. They are mainly responsible for the defense and public security of Stonewell City. We are the ones guarding the other castles and strongholds in Storm Hill and Nimgefu."

"They only follow Greg's orders?"

"It was," Greg interrupted, "and now you can, if you want."

"Yeah." Mia smiled back.

"Let's go to the Exile Corps next," she said.

Before becoming another de facto ruler of Stonewell, you must first understand your own power well.

Saying goodbye to Greg together, they left the castle and returned to the car.

The mountain troll Bob pulled the cart and resumed his pace.

As the road wound downhill they could see the Gothic spire of Marika Church.

"Where is it?" Mia noticed a somewhat special building.

It is against the wall of Stonewell and is also surrounded by a wall outside.

"The dungeon, and the altar of limb grafting."

Mia nodded.

Come and see it on your way back later.

The stuff in there is bound to make people feel bad.

Mia looked away.

The carriage was too big for her comfort.

For Mia, a two-story car can be used as a motorhome.

'what is that? ’

The moment she looked away, Mia saw a person standing on the roof by the road.

She is petite and a fader.

The man was wearing a cloak and could not be seen clearly.

The faders?

Mia immediately recalled the news she had heard not long ago, about the Faded Ones breaking into the city.

"Greck, stop the car."

The girl suddenly spoke.

The next moment, the Faded Man standing on the roof suddenly jumped up and took off his cloak in the air.

The double axes, wrapped in a storm, smashed down on the car.

Chapter 9. Warrior sneak attack, warrior can't win, warrior run!

There was a loud bang.

The strong wind was like an explosion, sweeping up the fragments and wreckage of the frame, turning them into projectiles containing powerful kinetic energy that flew around.

The sudden attack startled everyone.

When the soldiers subconsciously stepped back half a step and looked back, they found that half of the mountain monster's body was covered by smoke.

Only then did they realize that something was wrong.

It took the troll Bob's not-so-bright brain three seconds to realize what kind of accident had happened behind him.

By this time the soldier had taken out his horn.

"There are assassins!"