I'm really not an old sword

"..."

"His Majesty?"

"I'm hungry."

"I will cook for you, Your Majesty."

"No, there's food here."

"Hey? What's there to eat here?"

"you."

"Me? What can I eat?"

"I just realized that you still have food even though you're this old, Rushde. No wonder I always smell the fragrance of milk on you."

"Ah? Your Majesty, this is so embarrassing, please don't... wuwu!"

Chapter 19: Nitocris's Sacrifice

The two teams of Knights of the Round Table left the Holy City the next day.

It is not an easy task to find the old man hiding in the mountains in the vast desert.

Life returned to peace again.

Lin Qingsu began to devote himself to the country's reform. His previous basic policy for accepting refugees was to keep them from starving to death. Now, of course, he had to make drastic changes and had to deal with all aspects of the matter.

Fortunately, he now has the final say in this place that is more like a small town than a country.

Because it brings rain back to the desert, green plants return to the earth.

His prestige has reached its peak.

The Knights of the Round Table and the Knights of the Strict had no family here, and no interests behind them. As mere thugs, it was impossible for them to question him. He just said whatever he wanted and let Agrawen, Percival and others carry it out.

The problem lies in how to design it.

However, the refugees whose country was destroyed and whose families were killed have a second life. For them, who have experienced more than half a year of desperate hellish days, just being alive is enough. No matter what Lin Qingsu changes into, as long as she can give them something to eat.

all good.

And under this strange national management, Lin Qingsu issued his own initial reforms on politics, economy and agriculture.

And constantly improve.

Every day he works and enjoys the exotic young woman, Funi.

It's just a straight line between two points, boring and tedious.

Nitocris had a quarrel with Guinevere before, and she didn't like Guinevere very much.

We don't even talk when we meet occasionally.

She would occasionally go to see Rongominyad, but after seeing Rongominyad happily eating the meal made by Guinevere during afternoon tea, Lin Qingsu would only go to see her when she was taking a bath and chat with her one-sidedly.

So shameful.

He knew that if he and Guinevere broke up, Longominiard would definitely side with him without hesitation.

But that's what makes me feel ashamed.

It would be nice if you could be a traitor like Nitocris.

I admit that Guinevere's cooking is delicious.

but...

Ugh.

......

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Jaguars were reported several times by the Knights of the Round Table who were going on expeditions.

We wiped out a small stronghold town ruled by the Mountain Old Man and found three towns where rebels were stationed.

Let’s not talk about the culprit who assassinated Lin Qingsu and the small town under Shan Zhiweng’s command for now.

The rebels simply strangled all those who resisted.

The remaining ordinary people and those who surrendered were all expelled from the Holy City.

Lin Qingsu was there, asking the Knights of Justice to build an isolated city surrounded by ten-meter-high stone walls.

Let them separate the civilians who had surrendered before.

They live and work in it, and are watched over by the Knights of Rectification. Occasionally, they are taken out by the Knights of Rectification to work for the good people, building houses and roads, farming and mining.

They will undergo a long period of observation and education, and will only be released after they pass the test.

After all, whether voluntarily or reluctantly, they are the people who live with the rebels.

Naturally, they cannot be classified in the same category as those "good citizens" who voluntarily surrendered.

Anyway, there is water and trees here, and they can farm without having to go hungry. Apart from the lack of freedom and the forced labor intensity being several times higher than that of free working citizens outside, it is much better than the desert where they used to live, where there was not a single depression for dozens of kilometers.

If they're not satisfied...

Then go to hell.

And now, Lin Qingsu, who holds absolute power, is not afraid of them rebelling under high pressure.

But he won't be merciful when the time comes.

You can’t do it again. If anyone dares to do it again, I will kill your whole family.

This is Lin Qingsu’s life creed.

Except for the old man in the mountains.

That was a life-and-death struggle of belief. If Lin Qingsu said she would cut off his inheritance and kill his entire family, she would definitely do it.

Lin Qingsu is a man of his words.

It was definitely not because of the blood feud with their boss in the previous life.

It is worth mentioning that because Lin Qingsu successfully caused rainfall near the Holy City, lakes and large tracts of arable land appeared near the Holy City. Recently, more and more refugees have flocked to the Holy City, and the number has increased from just over four digits to almost five digits now.

......

"Rushde has been performing very well recently."

"Percival praised him highly and he has become the captain of that team."

A happy smile appeared on Fanny's face, which became more and more beautiful due to being moisturized.

There is still a bit of helplessness.

He was panting and had no strength left in his body. He couldn't push away the guy who was doing trouble to him. He could only look at him with resentment.

This bad guy.

Every night when doing this, I always have to mention her child who doesn't know about their relationship yet.

Or ask about her past with her late husband.

How they met, why they were together, how they died, and most of all, the question is who was more powerful, him or her late husband.

"There's been less and less going on lately, and I have plenty of free time during the day." Lin Qingsu suggested vaguely, "Let's go see him together in a few days."

Funi's eyes showed a hint of interest, but she quickly shook her head: "Your Majesty, you are very busy, so forget it."

"This is an order, not a request for your opinion."

Lin Qingsu knew why Funi rejected her.

This silly woman still thinks he is just playing with her.

When the time comes to reconcile with Guinevere, she will inevitably be punished by Guinevere and die without a burial place.

So she must never let Rushde know about her relationship with him.

Otherwise, what if he was worried that Lu Shide would hold a grudge against him for not saving his mother and would become resentful and even want to eliminate him completely...

Funi looked resentful, and finally said quietly, "I understand."

Realizing that she was almost ready, Lin Qingsu, who had been lying in Funi's arms, stood up, leaned against the head of the bed and patted Funi's buttocks.

The young woman who had been successfully trained gave him a sad look and rustled into the quilt.

"Bixia, are you the prince of Debu District in Nizhen?"

"It's fine if you always ask me to find other women, but why do you ask me to find the man who wants to kill you?"

"I'm tired of the king's knowledge..."

"Hiss, alright, focus a little, there's another French window waiting for you."

"Woo?!!!"

Lin Qingsu lifted the quilt onto her bent knees and stroked Fanny's long hair up and down.

Suddenly, I heard a slight sound at the door.

When he looked up, he saw that the bedroom door was ajar, and a pair of brown eyes were looking him up and down.

Lin Qingsu calmly covered her shoulders with the quilt.

"What?"

Nitocris blushed slightly.

Then he snorted after hearing Lin Qingsu's unpleasant voice, and walked in with a mischievous and smug look on his face.

"I have something to talk to you about."

Lin Qingsu looked puzzled: "If you have something to say, tell me quickly."

Because Nitocris was a staunch supporter of Guinevere, the relationship between the two of them hadn't made any progress in the past month, if not a huge one.

I barely spoke a word for a month.

If she suddenly came to him in a very familiar manner, it would be hard not to wonder if she had some conspiracy.

"You're still mean to me!"

Nitocris raised an eyebrow and sat on the sofa beside the bed with her arms folded.

"If you're mean to me again, I'll tell everyone about you... Ugh, why is this chair so sticky?"

The corners of Lin Qingsu's mouth twitched slightly.

How could he not feel attached when he just sat on the battlefield between him and Fanny?

It was precisely because there were no men in the castle.

Nitocris thought the weather was too hot, so she changed back into her old swimsuit-like outfit.

So he really sat down on it.

Nitocris stood up with a look of disgust, touched her thigh with her hand, and then raised her finger to look at it carefully.

He stretched out his fingers.

"Hey! It's still stringy. Do you have any sense of public morality? If you want to eat cream, just eat cream. If it fell on the sofa, you have to mix it with water. If you mix it with water, you don't clean it up."

Nitocris gave him a look of disdain and washed her hands thoroughly with the water she created with magic.

He wiped his hands on the sheet again.

In the end, he still felt it was not clean, so he raised his hand that had been wiped several times and rubbed it on Lin Qingsu's shoulder.

"what are you doing?!"

"You're complaining about your own food?!" Nitocris said, as if to say, "Do you think you're right?"

"What the hell..."

Lin Qingsu was about to ask her, "Are you sick?"

But seeing Nitocris's expression of disgust, which didn't seem fake, he stopped talking.

I was confused.