Otos straightened up suddenly, gasping for air, greedily sucking the air of the aristocratic mansion filled with the smell of strong perfume, and there was a sense of fullness that overflowed.

"Great, you're awake. ”

The Marquis of Sochiz stood in the doorway, looked up, and watched as the weakened Otos made a hug motion.

Otos didn't want to speak, and waved his hand as hard as he could. He coughed, and there was a heart-rending pain in his throat, and it hurt—a pain that the spicy old wine of military life could not match, like a naughty little creature in his throat with a small, delicate scimitar, wantonly cutting the flesh out of his throat.

"It's a pity, it looks like you can't go. ”

The Marquis of Sochis looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist with a look of loss, and nodded as if talking to himself: "It seems that I really can't go." ”

The tone faded.

Otos looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist, it was already two or three hours before he returned, that is, in less than an hour, the Marquis of Sochis should be on his way to Mayor Chiran Holyffindor's magnificent villa in the center of the city.

Otos is a complete materialist, he doesn't believe in all gods, those who swagger through the market under the guise of a kind of "god manifest spirit". Or, to put it another way, he found the "godly people" who had been saying "Creator willing" on their lips the most puzzling, or the most offensive—they were nothing more than petty-bellied greed, unworthy of God, and their sordid and rotten hearts were exposed with a false smile. Far from being dissipated by the big dream in his mind, this more extreme idea only made Otos's view of the kind of rhetoric he harbored more deeply entrenched. He felt that it was better to keep chasing with faith than to believe in God. Of course, he is a hopelessly decadent bastard, unqualified to guide and mingle with other people's lives, but he feels that after nearly twenty years of decadence, maybe it's time to fight: "I'm going... Why don't you go?"

A few words popped out of Otos's teeth - Mr. Sayavich, who clenched his fists but couldn't do anything to let go, was visibly tired.

The Marquis of Sochis looked at the languishing Otos, frowning slightly, a little surprised. He carefully examined the man in front of him from top to bottom, who was completely different from the previous ones, and decided to re-examine this guy who used to be brilliant at doing everything but eating, drinking, and sleeping, but did nothing. There was a sudden sense of awe that overflowed, "You... Is your body okay?"

Otos barely bothered himself, lifted the quilt, stepped out of bed barefoot, relaxed his muscles, breathed a sigh of relief, opened the curtains, and basked in the sun. He looked back at the Marquis of Sochis, who was a childish and fond of crying, and scolded with a smile: "Lao Tzu is in good health, you don't need to worry about it here! ”

Sotis Manoa suddenly had a sour nose.

"Okay. ”

......

Otto changed into a regular suit and trousers, and after tidying up, he followed the Marquis of Sochiz into the carriage and went to the ducal palace of the mayor of Chiran Holyffindor. Along the way, there were many new things for Otos, and the Marquis of Sochis, who carried him, probably risked losing his prestige to allow Otos to be like an isolated savage, without the slightest gentlemanly demeanor.

Sotch acquiesced to his actions, and Otos felt that his behavior was nothing out of the ordinary, so he took care of himself and "acted recklessly", letting the cool breeze blow on his face.

In the Kingdom of Nix and even the entire Continent of Frommentigen, the level of the title is the only criterion for judging the merits of the nobles, which are divided from large to small, which are dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts, and barons. Beyond that are commoners, and above are the royal family of orthodox blood. The mayor of Chilan is a marquis, and the patriarch of the Manoa family is also a marquis, in a sense, the elderly Mr. Sochis can be on an equal footing with a heavyweight like the mayor of Chelan who controls the roots of a city (although if he is reported by the public, Mr. Hollyffindor will also be impeached by the old members of the Senate "Wise Men's Association", and then dismissed from office without mercy).

When Otos got out of the carriage and saw the famous mayor of Holyffindor, he could only stutter in amazement and exclaim "incredible", he definitely did not expect that the mayor, who frequently appeared in the newspaper with a written face, was still so young, as if he had never aged, it was hard to imagine that he was almost fifty years old - when he stood with Mr. Sochis, Otos would not have known that Mr. Chiran Holyffindor was "mayor" If you have this pivotal identity, I am afraid that the two of them will feel like long-lost twin brothers, and it is really not a joke, this is the first feeling that Mayor Chilan brought to Otos.

Mr. Sochis and Mayor Chilan stood beside the colorful flower beds of the Marquis of Holyffindor's mansion, chatting happily like old friends after many years of absence. When Otos stood with the smiling old coachman, looking at the two of them from afar, he seemed to be admiring a beautiful picture, and he did not want to disturb, and he clutched the collar of the sleeve of his suit, and a trace of shamelessness flashed in his mind for a moment.

"You are Mr. Otos Sayavich, the famous 'Honorary Arbiter'. Seeing that smiling face, Otos never thought that a big man like the mayor would know him as a nobody standing in the air. Now he also has mixed feelings in his heart - although when the Federal Defense Army awarded the honorary symbol to the "honorary arbiters" seventeen years ago, everyone in the country knew about it, but there are all kinds of banquets in the world, and now nearly twenty years have passed, if it was just a little heard in the newspapers at the time, it is impossible to remember it now, and he does not feel that his status as an "honorary arbiter" is a compliment, more like... Haunt.

Otos smiled and shook his hand. Mr. Soches, who was on the side, motioned for the groom to leave first, and then smiled and beckoned the "host" of the banquet, Mayor Chelan, to invite the guests in to avoid catching a cold—it was not a good thing to bring the mayor's reputation to the ground. Mr. Chelan Holyffindor quickly apologized for his reckless behavior, leaned back, and then looked back at the group of nobles who had been left behind. Otos' gaze followed Mayor Chilan's footsteps backwards, his lips pursed.

Sotis put on a bowler hat and approached Otos.

He took out a pack of matches and a pack of cigarettes from his trouser purse, lit them and took a greedy puff, and two puffs of white-gray smoke poured out of his nose and mouth like a tide swept by a gale, and finally gradually dissipated in the fog.

"Do you think you've come to the right place?"

"Nope. I don't know. Probably. ”

Otos withdrew his gaze, his nose picking out a mesmerizing scent of a suit with an iron.

Otos glared at Sochis.

Sochis took another puff of cigarette with a normal face, threw the paper cigarette that had not been burned more than half burned onto the wet stone road, stepped on it a few times, coughed a little, and then took a sip of the smoke-smelling phlegm, the whole process was not muddy and watery at all, and Otos never felt strange that he was not in line with the status of the marquis.

"Seriously, smoking isn't good. ”

Otos said, looking at the brightly lit mayor's marquis's mansion not far away, his eyelids were a little tired and drooping, although there was no sunset, there was no one around, and it was outrageously deserted, it was hard to imagine that this was the most crowded city center in Mesa Wiki City, "You say, why is there no one today?"

The cold wind blew across his cheeks.

"I don't know, it's a bit deserted anyway. ”

Sotis said, pulling out another cigarette.

He was about to light it and take it in his mouth to savor it, but was suddenly stopped by Otos, who was staring at the Houdu's mansion without squinting, with his strong right hand. Sochim looked at him and waved his hand helplessly, as if to say, "Listen to you, okay", and then dropped the cigarette in his hand, stepped on it a few times, and picked up the muddy water stains.

He looked up at Otos again.

Otos, who was emaciated on the side, still looked at the door of the mayor's mansion in front of him without squinting, and said indistinctly: "When did you like smoking so much?"

"It has always been. ”

Sochim coughed, lowered his head, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Actually, you don't know a lot of things. For example, I love to smoke, but I rarely smoke at home, and the reason is very simple. ”

Otos nodded as if understanding, and continued indifferently: "Mr. Sochest, I've lived in your house for so long, and there are still many places that are not clear.... Can I ask you something?"

Soches was stunned for a moment, then laughed in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter?" I can do it, and if I can't, I'll do it if you want me to do it. ”

"Smoke less in the future... Are you familiar with the Manoas and the Horifondors?" said Otos, turning his head to look at Sochis, without a hint of hesitation, with a determined glint in his eyes.

Sochim fell into a long silence, as if he had a fish in his throat, as if he could not speak, and finally clenched his fist, and then released, and for a moment, the feeling of youth collapsed, replaced by a disheveled, chaotic and decadent atmosphere, and he did not look up, "What do you mean?"

"That's what you mean!"

"Cooked... It's hard to say. ”

Sochis replied.

Otos looked at Mr. Sotis from top to bottom, then at Mayor Chilan, who was smiling and beckoning guests into his villa, snatched the cigarette and matchbox from Sochis's hand, and smoked it too.

"Mr. Sochis. ”

"What's wrong again?"

"Nothing. ”

Otos stared confidently at the embarrassed Marquis of Sochis, who kept his neck curled up and hidden, like a thief who had just finished some dirty deed, and Otos was like a wise police officer who had caught him like a lawyer, "Oh... This is very interesting, my dear Marquis de Manoa. ”

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