A raven flies from the far south, through rolling hills, across endless grasslands, and finally into a castle in a village.

"My lord, a raven has flown over from the royal family. A man who looked like a squire took a fat raven in his hand and walked into the Baron's bedroom.

It's said to be a bedroom, but it's actually more like a study. Inside the room, a large camphor wood bed full of retro atmosphere has been covered with dust, which means that the owner of this house has not gone to bed for at least many days!

"Just read it to me. Baron Hydgwick sat behind his desk, quill pen in his hand, and his face looked haggard.

"Your Excellency......" The attendant took a note from Raven's ankle and handed it to Baron Hydgvi. "My lord, this is sealed with the fire paint of the royal family, I dare not look at it. ”

You've been with me for more than ten years, why don't you know my temper?What the hell is there to fear about the royal family?" he roared, exhaled, and began to close his eyes.

"Yes, sir. The attendant hurriedly lowered the fat raven to the window, trying to let it fly where it was to go. The raven paced a few steps at the window, then jumped down again, and came to the squire's feet, glaring at the squire with two triangular sapphire eyes.

Seeing this, the attendant immediately took out a handful of corn from his waist bag and sprinkled it on the window, "Eat and go," he whispered, "Go where you need to go." ”

"Go where I'm supposed to go?" Baron Hydgwick frowned and opened one eye. He roared, "That bullshit royal family gave me such news, where should I go? Didn't they mention armaments and weapons?"

"My lord, I was just talking to ravens. The squire said resignedly.

"You ......" Baron Hajwick picked up the quill and wanted to throw it away, but fortunately, at the last moment, he maintained his aristocratic demeanor. "Read!" he said angrily.

As Baron Hydgvi said, this squire had been with him for more than ten years, and he knew the Baron's temper well, and he did not dare to slow down any longer, and read aloud:

"Your Excellency Baron Hygivi Yakel, as a Royal Hostess, I wish to convey my greetings to you on behalf of His Majesty the King. Due to the severity of the locust plague in the south and the widespread spread of the plague, he raised 100,000 gold coins from the Baron for disaster relief - to Baron Haijivi Yakel. The squire paused, seeing that the Baron was sitting there unresponsive, and he read the last words again: "To Baron Hajvi Yakel!"

"I hear you. Baron Hydgvi said coldly. He slowly opened his tired eyes and sat there with a gloomy expression. "Huh...... Locusts, plagues, are really the same, and these two words are repeated every year, and I really don't know what kind of cultural level those oily-headed and powdery ceremonial officials in the royal family are? Can't they just change their words to something new? A few years ago, they also gave a long greeting on the situation of the territory and the situation of the people, but now, just these four or five simple sentences? I ask for 100,000 gold coins when I open my mouth? Where can I find him 100,000 gold coins?"

Where did the squire dare to meet the wrath of the Baron, he looked at his nose and nose, and silently put the creed on the table.

"What should I do with the one million silver coins I have just received from the little duke and the nouveau riche jewellers to the northern battlefield?

"Also, what about armaments and weapons? Why didn't you mention a word about armaments and weapons? Why did you lose all the armaments and weapons? What did the soldiers do to fight without weapons? Tear down the bricks of the Endless Wall and wave them? What is going on in the head of our majesty? Is he a hundred years old? Why hasn't the old guy abdicated yet? He has already killed several of his sons!"

"In the barracks, I, the logistics minister, am like a little nightingale, and almost every general comes to visit at night. Bows, spears, shields...... They call me what I want, where do I have all these things? They say that I embezzle military salaries, that I take and sell all their armaments and weapons, and that I have to complain to the king?"

"You guys can go and complain! Lao Tzu, the logistics minister, is gone! Whoever you love to will do it!"

In the end, our Lord Baron Haijvi finally broke through, and could no longer control his aristocratic demeanor, and scolded: "Greedy, shameless, and dark military career, Lao Tzu will not go! Lao Tzu will also become a raven, go where I should go!" he shouted, exhaled two heavy breaths, and then fell silent again.

The squire stood there hunched in silence, as if he had seen nothing, heard nothing, like an emotionless gargoyle.

"How many gold coins do we have in our family's coffers?" Baron Hajvi suddenly asked, after a long silence.

"My lord, less than 30,000. He replied immediately.

"Less than 30,000?" the Baron was stunned for a moment, and then said in frustration: "Find a way to make some more money, quick, Haimir, your brain is spinning the fastest, quick, help me find a way to make up enough 100,000 gold coins." ”

"Sir," he reminded respectfully, "Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to go to the auction of the town of peace?" and perhaps we could recover some gold coins from here, and sir, you also sent Miss Hayska's embroidered golden flowers, have you forgotten?...... ”

"Auction?" Baron Hydgvi repeated in a low voice, ignoring the squire's concern, "Auction...... How many merchant groups will participate in the auction?"

"There are about dozens of them, and I heard that this auction has a lot of rare things. ”

"Yes, yes, is there anything else in our family that we can get out of? Everything that can be sold is sold at auction. ”

The attendant took a breath, and then said in a very serious tone: "My lord, you really should sleep well, yesterday you have made a list, I have already sent it to the auction house, everything we can sell has been sent over, even your cane has been sent over, if we sell it again, we will have to go back to the northern battlefield naked." ”

"Oh, oh, I remembered. Baron Hygivi slapped his forehead. "Looks like I'm really going to get a good night's sleep. ”

Bang!

Suddenly, the door carved with many golden eyes was pushed open. A pretty figure ran in. "Daddy!" she shouted at him, "why did you put the embroidery I gave you up for auction?"

Watching his precious girl staggering in front of him, a smile appeared on Baron Hygivi's face. "My dear daughter," he said, pretending to be angry, "what bad fellow is spreading rumors, and how could Daddy put your gift to me up for auction?"

I heard from the servants that the whole town of Peace had spread all over the town, and they were all saying that the noble lady in the castle was going to auction off her boudoir treasure. ”

Haijivi swallowed and glanced at the attendant unconsciously, "What kind of secret treasure in the boudoir?" he swore and said, "It's all rumors." ”

"And what about the embroidery I gave you, where did you put it?" asked Hasgar, "and I will believe you when you take it out." ”

"This ......" Baron Hydgwick glanced at his squire, who had been watching his nose and eye, but at this moment, he clearly realized that it was time for him to do something. "Miss, Lord Hygivi has ordered me to treasure your embroidery, such a precious thing, of course, you can't just leave it indiscriminately!"

"Yes, baby girl, how can I leave such a valuable thing in a mess and what if it is stolen by a thief?"

"Really?" Hasgar looked at his father suspiciously, then at the squire who was bowing down, and she shouted, "You lie!

"How is it possible! Not lost! Your Uncle Hymir can testify! Yesterday Dad asked your Uncle Haymir to send your embroidery to the auction house? How ......could it be?"

"Your Excellency, it's time to rest, you haven't slept for three days!" interrupted Baron Hajvi.

Suddenly interrupted, Baron Hygivi's eyes blinked, and then realized that he had said the wrong thing. "Haysga," he said, looking at his delicate face, "you listen to your father's explanation." ”

She finally cried, "Explain what, you just admitted it yourself!" she whimpered, "That's what I embroidered for a month, and the last thing I can do is a female red......, my hands are all pierced!"

Baron Haijvi was stunned, and then, he glanced at his attendant and said, "Haimir, you go out first." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Listen to me, baby girl......" Baron Hajvi took her by the arm and pulled her into his arms, "Look, Hasgar, look! What is this?"

"What is this?" she wondered.

"This is a letter from our great king!" said Baron Hydgvi, pointing to the creed, "Look here, what is written?"

Haysjia saw a line of small words in front of her, and she read slowly: "Respectful...... Due to the serious locust plague in the south and the widespread spread of the plague, he raised 100,000 gold coins from the Baron for disaster relief. She turned to look at him, "Dad, do we have no money?"

Where would the proud Baron Hydgwick say in front of his daughter that he had no money, "how could it be?" he said, "Precious daughter, do you think that there is a disaster in the south?" He looked at Haysjia in his arms and said.

"yes. ”

"Then shouldn't we help the people who are suffering? ”

"Of course. ”

"That's right, this is my baby daughter, you see, baby girl, the embroidery you embroidered, in fact, Dad likes it very much, but! It can obviously play a greater value! Take the embroidery to the auction house and auction it, we can exchange it for gold coins, and in exchange for gold coins, we can go to the relief of the people affected by the disaster! Do you say yes? ”

"But Dad, you just said that you are not short of money!"

"This ...... This is my precious daughter's heart! This embroidery with golden flowers represents the blessing of the beautiful and kind Haysjia to the suffering people of the south!

Hayser looked at him suspiciously, then bowed his head silently.

"Alright, alright, don't be upset, Daddy will go to the auction house and buy him back!"