Chapter 6

"Only asking for your radiance to shine upon me and protect me as I pursue the path of the strong that I yearn for."

In Xia Mingyu's impression, the relationship between a lord and an attendant or knight in the Middle Ages was actually a mutually beneficial one.

Knights and attendants must loyally dedicate everything, even their lives, to their lord, but at the same time, the lord also has the obligation to provide the other party with protection and appropriate respect.

If he really had a kingdom of 1.4 billion people behind him, then facing Boge who saved his life from the wolf's mouth, Xia Mingyu would definitely agree to the other party's request without hesitation.

But the problem was, he was now just a marginal person who had an identity Blessing that sounded scary, but was actually empty-handed!

He couldn't fulfill Boge's demands at all, so naturally, he shouldn't accept the other party's loyalty.

Otherwise, when the truth was revealed, he might have to be like that wild wolf, shot in the eye by a furious Boge and die.

Time passed minute by minute, and the enthusiasm on Boge's face gradually stiffened.

He realized something was wrong, so he cast a look for help at Anliya beside Xia Mingyu, hoping that this good sister who had watched him grow up could help him at this critical moment in his life.

In his view, his sister, who was as beautiful and moving as a goddess of love descending to earth, had been living with this noble Highness for three days and should have already reached a relationship of fish and water.

Therefore, opening his mouth to help persuade him should still be within the tolerance of that Highness.

Feeling Boge's "pitiful" gaze, Anliya was ultimately unable to bear it; her lips moved, and just as she was about to speak, her shoulder was pressed down hard by Luo Bote beside her.

Anliya looked at her foster father in confusion; she knew how much the other party valued Boge, even treating him as a son to cultivate.

To this, Luo Bote just shook his head firmly.

Although he felt sorry for Boge, he had to use this precious, only opportunity for "that matter".

Seeing this, the girl could only return a look of "helplessness".

Xia Mingyu, who was lowering his head and lost in thought, did not notice the eye contact between the three.

After a long time, he finally opened his mouth.

"Sorry, I need to think about this for a few more days." Xia Mingyu sighed lightly, a trace of apology flashing in his black eyes.

After thinking it over, he still decided to leave a few more days for thought; after all, what if he really had a golden finger pop up?

As soon as these words came out, the enthusiasm on Boge's face was immediately covered by deep disappointment.

In his view, this was undoubtedly a euphemistic refusal in noble rhetoric.

Even if I saved your life, you, in your nobility, are unwilling to accept someone of my humble background as your attendant?

Boge endured the unwillingness and disappointment in his heart, stood up, bowed slightly to salute, and then turned and left with his head lowered and shoulders drooping.

Anyone could see the loneliness in his back.

"Your Highness, I still need to handle the affairs in the village, so I will take my leave first."

After Boge left, Luo Bote also chose to leave, leaving only Xia Mingyu and Anliya in the wooden house.

"Miss Anliya, can you take me for a walk in the village?" Xia Mingyu thought for a moment and said.

In order to learn the language, he had stayed in the wooden house for three whole days, and it was time to go out for some fresh air.

By the way, he would explore more information about this world; after all, hearing a lot is not as profound as seeing it with his own eyes.

"My honor, Your Highness."

The blonde girl stood on tiptoe, lifted the hem of her burlap tunic, and bowed slightly to salute.

Although her clothes were simple and even had patches, her aesthetic movements and exquisite fair face made her look like Cinderella in a fairy tale.

It's just a pity that Cinderella ultimately has to marry a prince, and he is just an ordinary one in 1.4 billion.

A trace of regret flashed in Xia Mingyu's eyes.

At this moment, it was afternoon; the sunlight gently passed through the sparse clouds, sprinkling mottled light on the winding dirt path in the village, as if covering the land with a layer of gentle golden gauze.

After Xia Mingyu and Anliya walked along the dirt path for a while, what came into view were circles of emerald fruit forests.

The tempting bright red fruits were like brilliant rubies dotted on the dark green branches and leaves, as beautiful as a delicate oil painting.

The air was filled with a rich, fresh fruity fragrance, making one unable to help but drool.

At least Xia Mingyu had already been hooked by his appetite.

Anliya beside him noticed this, so she said with a smile:

"Your Highness, would you like to try some?"

Xia Mingyu nodded heavily.

Hearing this, the girl took light steps and came to the largest fruit tree in the fruit forest—a towering tree with a trunk thick enough for four or five people to hug and tens of meters high, and the color of the fruit on it was also the brightest red.

"Uncle Xinpu!"

Anliya waved and shouted at the middle-aged villager who was standing on a ladder high up in the fruit tree picking fruit.

Because she was using too much force, her voice, which was as moving as a clear spring, was a bit cracked.

And the villager who heard the sound looked down in confusion.

When he saw Anliya waving, his expression was smiling, but when he saw the young man with a long string of white text above his head beside the girl, his expression became terrified.

"Your... Your... Your Highness!"

Xinpu stumbled and almost fell off the ladder.

Fortunately, he grabbed it in time, otherwise, at such a height, he was afraid he would have been killed by the fall.

But it was a small matter if he was killed by the fall; if he dirtied the eyes of that Highness and caused the most beautiful flower in their village—Anliya—to be affected by the Highness's anger, it would be too sinful; even if he died, he wouldn't forgive himself.

Thinking of this, Xinpu was as agile as a monkey climbing a tree, quickly climbing down from the ladder.

"Greetings... to you, noble Highness."

Xinpu crawled on the ground with his hands and feet, his voice nervous and trembling as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Rise." Xia Mingyu said softly.

The meaning of this word was "stand up", as for "ka-la", it was "step back".

After receiving permission, the villager stood up again, but still maintained a bowing posture.

"Uncle Xinpu, His Highness wants to try the fruit from our fruit forest; please offer the sweetest fruit you picked today to His Highness."

Anliya said softly, her voice as pleasant as silver bells, even sweeter than the fruity fragrance permeating the air.

"Okay! This is the honor of our Fruit Basket Village!"

Xinpu, who was extremely nervous, instantly became excited; he put down the fruit basket full of fruit behind his back with a flushed face, and then buried his head in the pile of fruit to search.

A moment later, he held up a fruit that was red to purple, with a smooth skin like silk, and handed it to Xia Mingyu.

(End of chapter)