"You traveled a lot when you were younger, so why don't you talk about how you feel after traveling through most of the country and meeting your father-in-law?"

"Ah, at that time, I had only one feeling. ”“？”

"When I stood next to him, I always felt like he would suddenly jump up and slash me to death. ”

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Dislike was one of the things Albert could see in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

It seems that this is the same everywhere: many fathers don't like the people their daughters choose.

Middle-aged, tall northern man, muscular, loud-voiced, similar to an Asian face.

This is his father-in-law, whose full name is Dirdak Vincent Sandru, and Dirdak is the surname he will give to his little daughter, an orc name, which often goes like this: the father takes a name, the mother takes another name, and when he reaches adulthood, the father passes on his surname.

His name is a bit strange, part of it is a character in the more famous storybooks of the Northland, and part of it is taken from the proverb of the east, the whole country is different nationalities, the blending of races has disrupted and reorganized many things, a new balance has been formed between cultures, and it will always be maintained, in fact, many times, a thing you look at and feel tall just because you can't understand it, and after understanding the meaning, you will find that many names are more cheesy.

In fact, it is the same level as Wang Cuihua Li Goudan.

Cecilia's name is much better, [Livier] is taken from the ancient book of proverbs, and there are few people who know this meaning, [Cecilia] means "courage, hope".

Today, her father will begin to prepare for the Naming Ceremony.

People who live close to this place and know each other will come to testify.

The official event will be held the day after tomorrow.

Our master drove the flock, rode his horse, and shouted over and over again in this pasture belonging to Dildaq, and drove the sheep with ease, which he himself had asked to do, and Vincent seemed very surprised at this, and had been standing on a higher slope to supervise, and so far none of the accidents that the middle-aged man had feared had happened.

He didn't seem to need any help, knew everything he had to do, and even sang.

It's a little strange song, the pronunciation of each byte is very clear, but he can't understand the meaning of the lyrics at all, but it must be a grassland song, the tune is very matched, so probably, it's a foreign language song?

He stood there and watched for a long time, and his son-in-law's movements were always steady, not in a hurry, maintaining his rhythm, and it seemed that it would be okay for a long time, and finally he sat down.

Albert was very steady most of the time, and the stability was terrible.

He does things all over his brain, there are no big mistakes, small mistakes occasionally, when he was in school, the teacher was very relieved of him, and he dared to let go of the shopkeeper, and when Smulan he promised to do everything he had basically done.

"Hey, do you need help?" her two brothers drove their horses, "that's what we usually do!

"You don't need it for the time being, you should have a holiday today!" The other side said that this was serious, and he really planned to come over to help, but this had to be done by himself, and the other party's kindness could only be understood, so he refused, "I can handle it, you see, there is no problem at all!"

Time is gradually going on, it is a cloudy day, there is no big sun, and it is still very easy to do grazing.

Vincent felt bored, and sat there for a long time, wanting to leave, but always relieved, so he spent a long time here, and spent a long time before leaving.

He is still the same familiar look, not in a hurry or in a hurry.

The wide pasture was surrounded by a chest-high stone fence, and he rode slowly along the border of the pasture, from which he could see the backs of the white sheep in the grass, and when the wind blew, their figures became clearer, and the flock always followed their leader, a goat kept in sheep, just keep an eye on it.

Cecilia had been going crazy, galloping outside the fence on her horse without stopping.

She held it back for too long.

The grass is swaying, with the wind swinging like sea water, he is herding sheep, she is letting go of herself, under the clouds, the wind blows, blowing very cool, and the grass is blowing more widely, the green sea exudes fragrance, but unfortunately, this is the real world, the wind does feel very cool, but it will also make the hair be blown messy.

She rode her horse and twisted her head, covered with her own hair.

He almost laughed out loud on the spot, dismounted, walked over, and tried to tie her tail with a rope.

"Poof. ”

Well, I couldn't hold back.

"You're laughing!" "No, you're hallucinating." "I heard it all!

"Okay, okay, don't get angry, don't move, your hair will be tied up right away. "Why does a ponytail last so long?" "It's already tied, I'm going to make a bow." "Then make it look better for me." ”

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"Even if I go back to my hometown, I have to do my best not to fall behind in my research. ”

Albert slapped the improvised gun he had made in his hand, he sighed slightly, and then, with both hands, he tore it apart, and the steel parts were scattered all over the ground.

"From the very beginning, the idea was wrong. ”

Bound by seven times the gravitational force and high atmospheric pressure, the propulsion of gunpowder has been reduced to a great extent, even if the propulsion force is very concentrated with magic, but after all, it lacks a lot of foundation, and the final effect is melancholy———— which is not even comparable to the joke of young children.

And at the beginning, there was a better direction in front of him, but he subconsciously ignored it.

"It's the energy weapon that's really suitable for here. ”

Why go far?

He asked himself.

He knew that he had made a very low-level empiricist mistake, he had substituted the experience of his previous life here, and the fact was that the energy use that had been developed for tens of thousands of years had a sufficient foundation to create a weapon that could achieve the effect he wanted, and the army's standard magic weapons in recent years had also proved the correctness of this idea.

And then there were.

He looked at a piece of paper that had been taken out of the space.

It was a letter, and the content of the letter was very simple, that is, he hoped to communicate face-to-face or in writing about the "interesting" paper he sent out a while ago, and the name of the recipient on it was his real name.

"Who noticed me?" is the only possibility, "mostly official." ”

His research overlapped with the needs of the country in a certain field, so some people were very eager to get his results, and the letter was very sincere and very good, and it was certain that they were ready to talk about the conditions, and even though he was only a civilian, the state would still meet his reasonable needs after getting what he wanted.

But they must not have imagined:

From the beginning, he wasn't going to get something from this.

"Take it if you want, send it as soon as you leave, send my research paper to the address on the letter, give me as much as you want, just be, just be... ”

"I'm a wrongdoer. ”