"Ah...... Something happened to Agnes?"

Duke felt that these words were squeezed directly out of his throat, and before he knew it, he was carrying a trill.

If Agnes, the Holy Maiden of Light, is really gone in her own territory, then her duke will probably be gone.

Feeling the same as his lord, the guards kneeling below realized how powerful the news he had reported.

He couldn't help scratching his head a little embarrassed, and said embarrassedly: "Nothing happened to Lord Agnes, but it was only to blame his subordinates for not being good at learning, and he was caught by the Holy Maiden just after a while, and finally she gave me a travelogue and said that I was asked to come back on an errand." ”

Hearing that nothing had happened to Agnes, but that the guards were just shouting and screaming, Duke let out a long sigh.

Then he instantly felt extremely indignant, and he wanted to directly use a fireball technique to paste this guard's face, so that he could experience the anxiety he had just had.

"What travelogue? ”

After calming down his emotions, Duke remembered the words spoken by the guard, and frowned a little puzzledly.

Duke really didn't expect this crazy woman to write such a thing as a travelogue when she was wandering around, and he was also a little curious about what kind of writing Her Royal Highness would use to describe the territory under her rule, and for a while he actually had a little damn sense of anticipation.

The guards hesitated, and motioned to Duke that there were two unfamiliar ministers standing around him, and it seemed that it was not suitable to read the works of Her Highness the Holy Maiden in public.

Duke frowned, a little annoyed by the soldier's approach.

Anvil and Old Neil rarely attend such formal meetings, lacking self-confidence and appearing a little reserved, if such inconsequential things have to be avoided from them, how can they be willingly followed.

"You don't care about anything else, just read it. ”

In the end, he still didn't let the others avoid as the guards intended, and was ready to give Anvil and Old Neil more involvement.

The guard's face was a little distorted, and he took out a small book the size of a palm from the leather pocket behind his back, and read with some hesitation: "I, my Highness Agnes, the great, wise, and holy Church of Light, hereby decide to inspect the territory of Duke Fleiv, the miserly, poor, and stupid duke of the country......"

Duke watched with some dumbfounded eyes as the guards read out this passage aloud, and couldn't help but cover his face and said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, just skip this kind of thing and don't read it." ”

He began to regret leaving Anvil and Old Neil here, and should have thought that what Agnes wrote should have told her was generally rotten to the roots.

Who knew that the guard cried and said, "No, lord, these are all orders from Her Royal Highness, if not...... You see, you see, that's it!"

As he spoke, a tiny flame glowing with white light burst out of thin air from the guard's shoulder, unable to be extinguished no matter how much he struck, and even the fire tended to grow bigger and bigger.

It wasn't until he took out his travelogue and read aloud a few passages praising Agnes and belittling Duke that the flame was extinguished.

Only then did Duke notice that there were several blackened marks on the guards' armor, which were probably caused by this flame.

"You...... You go on......" Duke didn't know what to say for a while, and he could only consider himself unlucky when he was doing this kind of thing, and in the end he could only reluctantly let the guards continue.

The pardoned guard continued to read aloud the words denouncing Duke for nearly half an hour, and Duke's expression had long since changed from the first indignation to that he could not love him, and old Neil and Anvil could only stand in the corner as if nothing had been heard, carefully studying the lines of the castle ceiling.

After a lengthy introduction, the travelogue finally got to the point:

"I've met quite a few of the people of the Northern Fortress along the way, and I've found that they speak very naturally and behave less vulgarly than the people in other cities. It seems that I have never seen untouchables in shackles on the streets, and I can only see such scenes in the imperial capital.

What amazed me even more was that they seemed to be able to read and write, that the decrees on the bulletin boards could be read by themselves without the help of outsiders, and that even children could recognize them, and I could not imagine how much money that stupid duke had to spend to get his lords to do this.

But that feels good......"

Duke nodded slightly and listened to the description in Agnes's travelogue, in fact, a little proud.

Although this is mainly due to the wisdom of the system, no matter how to make all the people of the realm able to read and write, and know etiquette, it is also his political achievement.

“...... I was so lucky that I was able to find a dwarven colony when I walked around, and a certain duke lied to me that the dwarves were afraid of life, but I didn't expect them to be in the middle of the city.

I found that their houses seemed to be built using some special materials, and after some small inquiries, I found that they were all mentioning a powdered material called 'cement', which seemed to be very convenient and affordable by mixing mud and water to obtain a building material as hard as stone.

To test the veracity of what they were saying, I went to the largest room to test the hardness of the cement, and it took me about 40% of my strength to be able to leave palm prints on its surface. I think this kind of convenient and inexpensive material will be very pleasing to the old guys in the church who always want to build churches in all corners of the continent......"

Duke froze slightly when he heard this, but he didn't expect to take precautions, and finally she touched the dwarven settlement and knew about the existence of cement.

However, he had also planned to start vigorously promoting cement as a specialty of his territory after Agnes left, so he was not too worried.

Moreover, Agnes's last words also reminded him that if cement should take the high-end route in the early stage and ensure great demand, the church is indeed an excellent choice.

He began to have a slight change in his mind about Agnes, and at least she was able to do justice in these aspects.

But it didn't take long for Duke to know that such a favor shouldn't exist.

"My approach quickly attracted a crowd of dwarven children, presumably children, anyway, they all look about the same as adults.

When the light came up, I found that these dwarves, both male and female, had big beards, what kind of heresy they were!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but want to teach them how to be women, so I burned their beards with a fire.

Although they are still ugly, they all seem to be too shocked by their new looks to ......."

The guard read this and listened, and said with some embarrassment: "Lord, the notes in the back are very sloppy, I can't tell what is written, let's skip this paragraph?"

Duke had already covered his face at this time, not daring to look at the anvil that had already turned green on the side.

Although Duke also wants to complain that the dwarves look the same as men and women, they are all burly and stylish, and they are bearded, but they can't stand the fact that people's physiology and aesthetics are like this.

This Agnes is good, a fire directly burned off the beard that others regarded as life, and it is strange not to be beaten!

"Skip, skip, pick up the good when the conditions allow. ”

Hearing the guard's request, Duke hurried to tell him to hurry up and skip this embarrassing part, not daring to look at the anvil from beginning to end.

"Okay......

With the rustling of the pages, the guard spoke again:

"Those dwarves are really unreasonable, what kind of hammer and iron rod beckoned to me, ran away and beat me with an iron pipe, fortunately this saint was not lazy when she was studying magic, otherwise she would have to confess in this poor and sour land.

Unexpectedly, I ran to the gate of the city, and saw carriages covered with coarse cloth leaving the city. I heard them say that the last stock of the blacksmith was to be transported to the workshop.

If I hadn't been hungry, I would have gotten in the carriage and looked in the workshop to see what was hidden inside, and a small blacksmith shop had more than a dozen carts of high-quality ingots.

It seems that Uncle Simon's statement that the iron ore in the Connaughton area is rich in reserves and worth a lot of money did not deceive me, and it is disgusting that such a good thing is actually the property of that stupid duke!

If one day I don't become a saint, I will ask the Holy See to let the Norse Empire assign this land to me as a territory, so that I have a lot of balance in my heart, and I should hire a steward first......"

After that, until the end, it was what Agnes imagined to do if she got the iron ore in the Connaughton area as a source of income, and the length of the pages was enough to catch up with all the previous chapters.

Duke listened directly with a roll of his eyes, wanting to take away his things, this unlucky saint really dared to think!

"I'm so sorry my lord, I shouldn't have been transporting the contents of the blacksmith today, and I almost exposed our workshop. Old Neil said with some trepidation, and the waist that had just been erected collapsed back in an instant, and his eyes were full of self-blame.

Duke waved his hand and said, "Don't care, no one thought that Agnes would jump out like this, and I didn't think it through." ”

He looked at the anvil and the restless old Neil, who was a little anxious to go back to confirm the situation of the people, and sighed lightly and comforted them, and let them go back to clean up the situation.

"Lord, this travelogue?"

When the guards saw that everyone had already gone back and that they were still being left to dry, they cautiously made a tentative speech.

"Torn!"