Roland, after recording Preece's handling methods on paper, put down the quill and rubbed his sore neck.

Nightingale's voice sounded in his ear, "Your Highness, would you like me to help you relax?"

"There are still thirty or so people to deal with, later." Roland shook his head with a smile and shook the bell on the table a few times. The sooner he finished these trivial matters, the sooner he could start the popular education work in Border Town. Moreover, he was also full of anticipation for Anna's new ability exploration.

Brought into the reception room by the royal guards was a tall knight, whose first impression was extraordinary handsomeness, no less than Carter, who had the face of a male god. Of course, this kind of handsomeness was a deduction item in Roland's eyes. He glanced at the list, "Feline Seerite?" Unlike the others, there was a note after the other party's name, which he read out as well, "Leader of the Lion Knights, Dawn Morning Light, the first knight of the Western Region... you really have a lot of titles."

"Yes, Your Highness." Feline knelt on one knee.

"I thought people like the commander and the first knight would take the lead in charging on the battlefield," Roland raised his eyebrows, "How did you survive?"

"I hid in the back." He said frankly, "As long as I control the stride of the horse, it looks like I'm sprinting with all my strength, but the horse's speed won't increase much."

Such a straightforward answer took Roland by surprise. He originally thought the other party would find some excuses to cover up the fact that he was afraid of fighting and deserted. It seemed that this matter was not as simple as he thought.

Sure enough, Feline quickly continued, "On the third morning of your pursuit, which was the day the Duke died, I was always by his side, trying to find an opportunity to finish him off. Unfortunately, he had a large number of personal guards, and they were very close to him, so I couldn't find a suitable opportunity to strike. Fortunately, your troops killed him," At this point, the knight lowered his head deeply, "Your Royal Highness, I express my gratitude for this, and please feel free to dispatch me wherever you need me."

The last sentence can be regarded as a vow of allegiance. Roland was stunned for a moment before saying, "Stand up first. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"Yes," he stood up and said, "My wife, Irene, was originally a commoner woman working at the theater in Longsong Stronghold. We met by chance and fell in love. I wanted to marry her, but my father and mother did not support the wedding, so I had to move out of the territory and rent a house on a farm near the stronghold, where the wedding was also held. Not long after the marriage, Irene finally got her first official performance opportunity." The knight's voice was a little low, "Unexpectedly, the Duke watched the play and took a fancy to her. Before long, he broke into the house and raped Irene while I was out on a mission."

"It took me a long time to find out about this from her. I wanted to ask the Duke for an explanation, but Irene knelt down and begged me not to be reckless. I also knew that if I acted in person, let alone how likely it was to succeed, even if I killed him, I would not be able to escape from the hands of the personal guards, and Irene... might be regarded as a target of revenge by Duke Lion's heir. So I endured it until he went to Border Town."

"Although I didn't avenge myself, Irene can finally sleep well, without having to worry about someone breaking into her room at night, and I am also freed from this heavy burden. So please allow me to thank you again."

"I see." Roland tapped the table with his quill. This was the signal he had agreed with Nightingale in advance. When he needed to verify whether the other party was lying, he would tap the table. Soon, he felt Nightingale's finger pinching his left shoulder blade, which meant that the other party was telling the truth... but this pinch was a little too hard, causing Roland to grin. "Can you read? And write?"

"Uh..." Feline was stunned, seemingly not following the Prince's train of thought, "I can do both."

"Then I will now pronounce the verdict," Roland announced the words he had repeated many times, "...your choice is?"

"Your Highness, don't you need me to fight for you? Whether it's a one-on-one duel or a group battle, I..."

"No, I don't need it," Roland interrupted, "There are no nobles in my army, and I won't recruit nobles in the future. They are an army completely composed of the people. And you will never have the opportunity to pick up a weapon again."

"Is... that so?" Feline was silent for a long time before nodding, "I understand. In that case, I choose to become a teacher."

"A wise choice. Teachers get housing and have a pretty good salary. I'll send someone to pick up your wife and have her live here well." Roland gestured for the knight to leave.

"Please wait, Your Highness, please forgive me for asking a presumptuous question," he hesitated, "Did you say the same to the other knights? If they can't become teachers, they have to work in the mines for twenty years?"

"That's right."

"...Your Highness, I have a subordinate named Harun, he is an experienced old knight, but he can't read. Can I use gold dragons to redeem him from being sent to the mines?"

"Of course not," Roland spread his hands, "If money could redeem your crimes, I would have let you go in the stronghold."

"But he's almost fifty years old, that kind of labor out of sight will break his body."

"He doesn't have the strength to mine, but he has the strength to attack Border Town?" Besides, my mine is not a black coal kiln, not only do I have steam engines to help transport ore and pump water, but the employees also have fixed holidays, okay? Roland picked up the bell, ready to call the next one in.

"Your Highness!" Feline gritted his teeth and knelt down again, "I have a treasure map passed down from my family, it is at least four hundred years old, I am willing to use it to exchange for Harun's freedom."

"A four-hundred-year-old treasure map..." The prince frowned, "Are you sure your ancestors didn't just draw it with charcoal to make their descendants happy?"

"No, that's not the trace of charcoal or ink," he shook his head slightly, as if recalling the map, "I can't say what it was drawn with, the texture is very delicate, it feels smooth and soft to the touch, it has been in the basement for decades, and the graphics and text have not faded at all. My father said it was passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. The location of the treasure it describes is in the depths of the Misty Forest in the northwest, but that is already a wilderness, and ordinary people can't set foot there at all."

Roland tapped the table with his quill again, and Nightingale pinched the left side as usual.

"Okay, even if what you said is true, this treasure map should also be hidden in the Seerite family's basement. You have already given up the right to inherit the territory, I'm afraid they won't be happy to see you again."

"That's true," Feline nodded, "But I have completely memorized the contents of the map, and I can roughly describe the patterns and characters on it."

"Then draw it out and take a look," Roland pushed the pen and paper to the table, "If it's true, I can make an exception and allow your request."

"Your Highness is kind." He walked to the table and began to depict the treasure map.

In fact, Dawn Morning Light Feline Seerite is not only good at fighting, but also has talents in painting and magic. Soon, a rough topographic map appeared in front of Roland.

The area shown in the graphic is behind the Endless Mountains. The continuous mountains occupy the lower right corner of the entire paper from small to large. An equilateral triangle is drawn in the center of the map. The three acute angles connect three locations, one of which falls at the end of the northern slope of the mountain, and the other in the Misty Forest, marked with a hexagram, which is probably the so-called treasure location.

But Roland's attention was completely attracted by the triangle, it is located in the Barren Land, represented by jagged mountain peaks, with the word written on it: Taqila.