Medieval: Kingdom Come: Deliverance

Chapter 169 Farewell to a Friend

Chapter 170 Farewell to a Friend

Sir George Seidlett watched his nephew sweating profusely during training from the window of his castle room, a faint sadness of parting filling his heart.

After Peter finished his morning exercise, George came over and told him about his plans to leave.

"Peter, my mighty nephew."

Sir George put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "When I came here on my father's orders, I thought I was coming to save a poor child struggling on the border."

His gaze swept over the Lion Guards standing in neat rows in the courtyard. The soldiers were clad in fine armor, wielding sharp weapons, their expressions resolute. They trained methodically, their movements synchronized and powerful.

"But now I understand, you don't need anyone's salvation. The power within your blood, once unleashed, makes you a born king. Your achievements in such a short time put even the Seidletz family to shame. Three victories, three lords submitting, this land has acknowledged your rule."

George's voice was filled with genuine admiration. In a way, even though he had not yet inherited the title, he should address Peter as "Sir".

Peter smiled slightly and wiped his red hair, which was already soaked with sweat. He wore a simple linen shirt, which accentuated his heroic bearing more than any fancy clothing.

"Uncle, you flatter me. I only did what I had to do."

Peter took the cash from Dai An and wiped the sweat from his face.

Sir George laughed heartily. "I must say, your handling of those three lords demonstrated both the tolerance of a nobleman and the dignity of a ruler. Baron Persson left with tears of gratitude, Baron Rowan lost his land but his life was spared, and even Count Turnov regained his freedom thanks to your mercy. Such skill is something even I, who have spent many years working in the Prague court with my father, am ashamed of."

After laughing, George got to the main point: "Now that you are a proper lord, it is time for me to return to Seidleitz and report back to my father."

"Are you leaving? Why not stay a little longer?" Peter asked, somewhat reluctant to see him go.

George shook his head and said solemnly, "There's nothing I can do to help you here. Besides, when I return to Prague, I will not only publicize your military achievements, but also let everyone know that you have royal blood flowing through your veins. In this chaotic era when the king is imprisoned, why can't the bloodline of the Seydletz family inherit the Bohemian throne?"

George hadn't forgotten about it. The better Peter performed, the stronger his determination to help Peter ascend to the Bohemian throne became.

Peter spread his hands helplessly, a gesture that made him look both approachable and somewhat boyishly innocent. "Uncle, you know I don't care about these empty titles. In this era of warring states, true power comes from the support of the people and the strength of the army."

"And there's the approval of the church and the nobility."

George added, "Coincidentally, our Seidletz family has been operating in Prague for centuries and will do everything we can to make a name for you in church and aristocratic circles."

What could Peter do? This concerned the rise and fall of a family, and even if Peter refused, the Seidletz family wouldn't stop.

Once a secret is known to more than two people, it ceases to be a secret. With von Polgao's defeat and return, rumors about his illegitimate son have likely already spread throughout aristocratic circles; all that's missing is a strong witness to corroborate his story.

Moreover, his "royal bloodline" buff wasn't all bad. When Trotsky and his generals learned that Peter had the blood of the lazy King Wenceslaus IV, they all clamored to storm Prague and help Peter ascend the throne.

So from this perspective, it can be considered a positive buff. As long as you keep strengthening yourself and don't suffer any backlash, you'll be fine.

To express his gratitude, Peter sent another cartload of valuables for Uncle George to take home.

Outside the castle, George was already mounted, and the Seidleitz cavalry were ready to go. They had come with the arrogance of Prague nobles, but now they were filled with respect for their young lord. The cavalrymen still felt a surge of emotion when they recalled the battle with Count Turnov. The scene of Peter sending the renowned count, known for his bravery, flying with a single blow was still vivid in their minds.

"Let's go!" Sir George mounted his horse with fluid, elegant movements. He gave Peter a final knightly salute. "God bless you, my nephew. The Seydletz family will always be your strongest support."

"May God bless you!"

Peter waved goodbye.

The Seidleitz cavalry, in two ranks, their red cloaks billowing in the wind, galloped southward. The sound of hooves echoed along the road, striking the heart like war drums. Peter stood before the castle gates, watching them disappear from sight, before turning back to the castle.

Shortly after Sir George left, Hurt arrived at the study to request an audience. The robust man appeared somewhat reserved, his rough hands constantly rubbing his leather hat.

"My lord, I must go now. Brother Jessica is still waiting for news of me in Kutenberg."

Hert's voice was deep and sincere. He had returned to report to Peter on Jandjeska's orders, bringing news of a possible attack by the Seinitz Rosenberg family. As a result, the Seinitz Castle was so frightened by Peter's three consecutive victories that it retreated back into the castle and dared not come out. Hert's mission was thus accomplished.

Peter stood up from behind his desk, sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows and casting dappled shadows on him. He walked up to Hert and carefully examined the man who had traveled so far to deliver the message.

"The news you brought is very important to us."

Peter's voice was warm and sincere, "If it weren't for your timely warning, we might have been caught off guard by the Senitz family."

"Actually, I wasn't much of a help. Senitz and his group didn't even dare to show their faces before fleeing back."

A kind smile appeared on Hert's dark face.

Peter shook his head and said, "That's not the case. If it weren't for your message, I might not have made a decision so quickly."

"It is my honor to serve you, sir."

Hert was genuinely moved. He had fought alongside Yandjeska in Moravia for eight years and had only ever seen nobles who treated human life like dirt. He had never seen anyone like Peter, who treated commoners like his own family, who established collective farms that ensured everyone had enough to eat, and who formed militias that allowed each village to protect its lord.

If he didn't have to go back to Kutenberg to see his older brother, he would have wanted to stay and join.

Peter took a heavy money bag from the desk and stuffed it into Hert's hand: "This is 500 Groschen for your expenses along the way, and the rest is my support for your activities in Kutenberg. Tell Jessica that Trossky will always be your home. If he encounters any difficulties out there, he can come back anytime."

Hert's hands trembled slightly as he looked down at the money pouch, his voice choked with emotion: "Sir... this is too much. I just did what I was supposed to do."

"Take it."

Peter patted him on the shoulder. "You deserve it. Remember, wherever you go, you'll always have a place here."

"Thank you for your kindness and compassion!"

As Hert walked out of the castle gates with his pack on his back, his steps were firm and powerful. This man, who had experienced countless battles, had tears of emotion glistening in his eyes. He turned back to look at the Troski Castle, which shone brightly in the morning sun, and etched this scene deep into his heart.

With the departure of his two important guests, Peter immediately devoted himself to governing the new territory. Trotsky's territory had more than doubled in size, increasing from eight villages to eighteen. This was a gratifying achievement, but it also brought new challenges.

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