"Ahhh Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Scarface just lay on the bar and snored out of breath.

"I heard that his eldest daughter, who ran away from home, made a name for herself in the six central states under the command of the Knights' Guild, became an official, and also cracked a major espionage case, and beheaded the elites sent by the Assassin Guild in public.

The two sides are now in a stalemate, and they almost fight. ”

"Ah, there's going to be war again, when is it?"

"It's just last month, and now I heard that the alliance leader Wu Hou is mediating, and they each have fifty boards, saying that the Assassins' Guild does not respect the alliance and sends spies is a non-war provocation, and they should publicly admit their mistakes to the Knight Guild.

Sherlock's eldest daughter was severely punished and unkind, and she was also demoted and punished. ”

"Oh, and save some face for the Assassin Alliance, if you want me to say, killing spies is a matter of course, and they are not regular combat troops, oh, wearing the clothes of our Knight Association, I can kill you and let outsiders meddle with meddlers?"

"Brother, do you really dare to say that you are not afraid of the Assassin Master?" the tall and thin man frowned slightly.

The woodcutter was very bold and bold, "Listen to whom, who is afraid of whom, am not right? Spies have never been protected by the Jamaica Convention! The arbitration of the witch queen is not fair at all, and the girl of the Sherlock family should not be punished at all." ”

"Huh...... That's it, the negotiation team of the Assassin Guild is still not convinced, the person who was executed by Tiffany is said to be a high-ranking figure of the Assassin Guild, this time the association has lost face, the border situation is very tense, there are often knights who have placed orders on the border line, once the two sides fight, we who go back and forth to do business will not have a good time.

If you want to go to the seven northeastern states of the Wizards Association, the territory of the Knight Association is the only way to go.

Pity the white crane feather I pressed in my hand, I originally thought that the group of rich mages in the northeast would make a big profit,

Now, the brothers over there have come back with a message, the situation on the border is too grim, and there may be a war at any time, and I don't know when this batch of goods will be delivered......"

chatting and chatting about the topic was opened, and the tall and thin man covered his face and cared for the goods he couldn't ship.

"Brother, you said that my white crane feathers, pure exhibition, if it becomes this, I won't be rich!"

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"God deliberately went against me"

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"Brother, why do you say I'm so unlucky, a lot of money has been exchanged for magic materials that can't be eaten or worn, and I ended up smashing it in my hands. ”

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"One day will the border settle down?"

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"Why is my life so miserable!"

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"Woohoo"

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Listening to the thin and tall man talking more and more miserable, no one noticed that just now he was not afraid of heaven and earth, his woodcutter brother, right under the noses of everyone, was nailed into the soft underbelly of three highly poisonous steel needles, lying on the bar, "asleep".

Old man Li and his son drove the cart in the middle of the line.

There were twenty-three carts full of yellow rice.

"It's not enough" His youngest son, not very old, seven feet three tall, wearing a linen gown, cotton pants, and a red belt around his waist, he is very energetic, "Although it is not as good as the harvest of previous years, but this amount of food is not enough to pay the new military tax, and he has to press the house?" The young man's name was Li San, and while looking at the many carts behind him, he asked his father casually.

"Don't say it, don't do your business, don't ask!" Old man Li was so stern that he stopped him: "Control your broken mouth!"

"Father, I don't understand, why this military tax has been increased by 50% more?

"Don't ask!" his father slapped him on the head, so painful that he shrunk his neck with an "oops", hid in the rear panel car and squatted, silent.

A group of thirty or forty peasants drove ox carts carrying the grain they had harvested overnight, the fruits of a year's hard work, and had to hand over all the seeds they had left for the next year.

This year, it can be regarded as a busy work.

Old man Li's eyes are sunken and his face is dark, and the others are also listless, if you want to say that this is just a side effect of staying up late, then no one will believe it.

The whole county of Donetsk is such a big place, the orders up and down are very compact, and the miserable thing that happened last night in the much-anticipated lord's mansion is known to all night owls before dawn.

The knives are all on their necks, and it is not easy for the lord of the family to think of leaving the next year's rice seeds for everyone.

Everyone has nothing to say, because if you go any further, you will have to talk about those terrible adults. There are farmers who can't tell the bitterness, and they are so silent that they are trying to figure out what kind of side job they will do before the winter, which owner will they work long hours for, and the first few mouths in the family are still waiting for food.

The convoy did not enter the threshing floor, and went directly around the ridge road on the edge of the field to send it to the lord's manor, and did not dare to stop on the way, the sun had just gained a foothold in the east, and the first big car had already appeared in the housekeeper's field of vision.

The housekeeper had been waiting at the gate of the manor for half an hour, and she put the convoy carrying grain into the manor, and told them not to unload the truck first, and turned around and hurried back to the small three-story building to report to work.

It was not the first time Li San had come to the lord's manor, but today he felt very strange, he saw the servants walking out with large antique calligraphy and paintings, and he knew that it was not an ordinary thing when he looked at the gilded frame. Li San can be regarded as having opened his eyes, he looked left and right curiously, and those lifelike sculptures aroused his interest the most. Li San simply jumped out of the car, but his father didn't hold it, and the child followed the two servants, not leaving a single red coral all the way—they almost couldn't pull it out of their eyes.

Old man Li really didn't bother to care about this child whose curiosity was heavier than a cat, especially when he scolded and scolded, and he beat him, and there was no use for fart.

Li San'er followed the two servants all the way out of the manor, a carriage with a double reed was waiting on the road, and the treasures of the lord's mansion were loaded here, and there were more than a dozen pieces to be transported to exchange for food.

In the famine years, nothing is more expensive than food.

In particular, this round of self-produced harvests were all handed over, the news that the Sherlock lords could not make up the military taxes was empty, and the grain merchants in Donetsk smelled the chickens and danced, sat on the ground and raised prices, and finally suffered the lords who were anxious to buy grain to save their lives, and cheapened the profiteers who took advantage of the danger.

It's also strange, these guys don't have the guts to pry the corners of the lord's walls on weekdays.

The housekeeper reported the latest progress to the old man Sherlock: a sculpture of Michelan was exchanged for 750 catties of rice from the Loyal Grain Society; Van Dwarf's "The Beauty of Suez" was exchanged for 800 catties of rice from the Friendship Grain Society, and the top red coral produced in the Storm Sea was exchanged for 500 catties of millet by the young owner of the Conscience Grain Society......