In the midst of the lush bushes, Lobita found the remains of several spotted swallows. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In autumn, the little creatures flew south, passing through Kukunad. Unfortunately, they caught up with the torrential rain of autumn in the south, drenched their wings, and died tragically in the mud.

It is strange to say, the south is often warm and rainy in autumn and winter, hot and dry in summer, diametrically opposed to the north, according to religious sayings, this is the dwarf emperor at that time to conquer countless people, to trample the souls, so the god of justice sent a punishment, so that the south autumn and winter are rainy, everything is not peaceful

Rest, let the summer drought and make it difficult for cereals to grow. Of course, this is a contradictory statement, but those who believe in orthodox religion in the north are convinced of it.

Today, on the first sunny day after days of rain, and on the 54th day after the beginning of autumn, Lobita lived in the castle on the first Sunday. Today is an exceptionally important day. Mirosławku got his wish and got the Blood Mine, and the Bloodblade Clan continued to flow

After transporting the blood mine to his castle, he secretly hired someone to transport it to the VC's point of contact in Kukunad, where he had been contacted by his extensive network of contacts a few days earlier, and the majority shareholder immediately held a shareholder meeting and agreed to cooperate with Mirosław by a majority vote. In this way, the venture capital organizations had the raw materials to make weapons, and the rebels received some support. This is undoubtedly good news for the insurgents.

Lobita, who had learned the good news, was still looking at the remains of the swallows, their messy feathers seeping into the dirt and rotting. These poor little creatures, lying quietly in Mother Earth's arms, are volatile with what they have left in the world. Lobita pursed her lips and stood up, realizing that her legs were numb, so she stomped on the ground with her feet to hide the sound of approaching footsteps behind her.

"Oh! Mistress Jamila, you are light-footed. Lobita deliberately covered the remains of the little guy behind her, and greeted Jamila unnaturally.

"Yes, I can see that you are having a good time talking to them, and I can't bear to disturb you."

Lobita was slightly unhappy with Jamila's reply: "How can you use the word conversation!" Although they are just small beings, they also have their own dignity, even if we can't take care of them from their point of view, but why should we insult each other? ”

"Because I can talk to them." Jamila smiled at Lobita's frowning brow, and walked up to them, leaning forward, looking at them with the same pity, staring at them, not the slightest difference from what Lobita had done before—that's all,

Look at it for a long time. Then she straightened up, tugged at the hem of her skirt and turned back, smiled lightly, and said to Lobita, "They told me, of course, five hours ago, when their wings could no longer fly: they regretted that they had not been able to complete their mission to fly south this year, and had not been able to see the dense olive trees of the south, but thankfully they were able to land on a handful of dirt instead of bricks and leaves, and leave smelling the fragrance." “

"You can talk to them 10 hours ago and let them survive this catastrophe."

"I can also communicate with them from 10 days ago and ask them not to fly south."

Lobita didn't say anything, he felt that he had indeed said the wrong thing, and if Jamila was really reduced to a person who used her power at will, then the world would really be disturbed by her. He bowed to Jamila and left.

Feeling idle, he wandered all the way to the courtyard of the castle, which was a busy scene, where large quantities of blood mines were piled up and transported out by wagons, and the dwarves did not ask where the blood mines went, for these honest and straightforward beings would never have thought of their friends changing hands and selling their guardian treasures to their enemies—they would never think so for the rest of their lives.

This was not a perfect business for Mirosławku, who seemed to Lobita to have made no money in the big deal, and used his own money to hire mercenaries, just as the priests hired peasants to defend the church with the money of the church.

Lobita sat quietly watching Mirosławku's every move, the old man calmly commanding everyone present, his originally somewhat gloomy eyes softened a little, like a crumpled rag smoothed out - it is said that the wolf is at its softest when it is when it eats its prey, and so does the old man who still walks in the rough way. In addition to the slightly stretched brow, the old man's gray and white beard like a stream was also seriously repaired, adding a little handsomeness, covering up many of the previous great tribulations. The old man's attire was also clearly gorgeous, completely different from the simple armor suit he had when he met in the forest before.

Even though Lobita was sitting stupidly like a stake, Mirosławku quickly spotted him, put down what he was doing, and came over to greet Lobita: "Young man, how fresh the morning air is! He paused, then added, "Looks like you've had a fight with Jamila." ”

"There was no quarrel, I just said the wrong thing." Lobita argued a little.

"It's okay to quarrel, I'm afraid that no one can talk." Mirosławku leaned against the wall, leaning on his noble cane, his features fully stretched, and he looked even more kind. Lobita couldn't believe that the old man could recover so quickly after a life-or-death adventure.

But the old man in front of him not only recovered quickly, but also quickly began to talk to himself, and according to the usual old man's chatting ideas, there was no doubt that he began to talk about Mion's childhood, and this rich man with a lot of money also lived an ordinary life like Lobita's childhood, except that he lived in a village on the outskirts of Dumar. However, because his father's ancestors were viscounts, his life was slightly better than that of other farmers. He did not receive a systematic scholastic education during his childhood, and knew little about religion and belief. The basic knowledge he possessed was passed on to him by his father. After more than 20 years of a more leisurely life, he finally got tired of this kind of unruly and resting day after day, and chose to run away from home to become a traveling merchant.

At that time, the commercial development of Dumar was in the ascendant, and the status of merchants had been greatly improved, but in other places with more conservative ideas, there was still prejudice and discrimination against the merchant community, so his father did not approve of him to become a traveling merchant, but wanted him to accept a relative's shop in Dumar to do some less risky business. For this reason, after a big quarrel with his family, he refused this request and disowned the family, and took a dozen or so Plereal coins (silver coins issued by the Praelier Empire and its widows, mixed with the River in Dumar) to venture out of various places, and after more than ten years, not only did he make a lot of money, but also countless coincidences along the way, many of which sounded strange and could not tell whether they were magical or real. Of course, most of these stories are only mentioned in passing, and only the most interesting and incredible parts are mentioned in a brief two sentences, so that Lobita has the feeling of listening to an ancient epic, the previous sentence is "The great god Orlando separated the humans from the savage creatures with a plowgun", and the next sentence is "The elves have established a home in Hassenward." It's really appetizing.

But I have to say that these true or false stories did arouse Lobita's curiosity, he had such a strong idea of traveling around the continent for the first time since he was born, and the wonderful anecdotes of various races and places were so fascinating, even the thrilling stories of the old man in distress at sea were so attractive to him, he was very eager to see those terrible sea fish and sea monsters, enjoy a delicious meal of boiled salmon on the boat, and fight against the wind and waves on the sea, **** feet on the island shallows treading water, Throw beautiful seashells and starfish into the sea. What a fascination with all this wonderful thing!

"That huge spider looks terrifying, its terrifying pincer-like jaws, a dozen eyes hanging like flames on its head, it is more evil and terrible than the witch Ashadi, it is even more cruel and murderous than the 'butcher' Akama! If God could come down to that place,

May God curse it! Mion made a look of disgust and pain, as if the spider had devoured it alive. Then it lunged at us, and poor Scardy was killed instantly, his head cut off by the pincer jaw without a snort. Emir lived a few more seconds - he stabbed the spider in the eye with his spear, but the spider had his ears cut off alive with the bristles on his feet, and then he died. Then it caught its eye on me, and I ran away, but I heard the sound of the wind rustling and the rapid drumbeat of spider legs on the leaves. I felt like I was dying, too, and then—"

"Mirosławku, here is your secret letter." Katspel interrupted Mirosławku's brilliant one-man performance and handed a letter to Mion in a serious manner, but Lobita, who was sitting on the side, could see clearly, Katzpel's chest was rising and falling violently, and after feeling Mion's obvious displeasure, he desperately suppressed his laughter, bowed and left.

"Very well, let's deal with this boring letter before we continue to reminisce about the wonderful adventure." Mirosławku looked at the letter in his hand, tore off the envelope like an orange peel, took out the letter from it and shook it violently, and dozens of lines of floral characters came into view.

When Mirosławku read the letter, his brow furrowed again, and after a long silence, he said only one sentence: "The Polski family will definitely be disgraced by this." ”

As the weather was changing, the whole castle was suddenly filled with tension and dreary—all caused by the contents of the letter. All the people who lived in the castle were now confronted with this terrible news, and they were sitting on the surface on the surface, but in fact they were secretly making eye contact with each other, for they were not only afraid of the news itself and could not discuss it, but also of the old man who sat on the top of it, who sat on a leather chair, with his left hand clasped against the jewel set in the handle of his cane, and with a spider-like fierce look at everyone who was watched, shivering and silencing as far as his eyes could see. This gaze was like a steel knife stabbing at it, steady and accurate, hitting the vital point.

You can't move, you can't dodge, and then the gaze suddenly dims, like a sword in its sheath, replaced by a kind smile that pierces the clouds, as if your feet are in the icy water, and you suddenly feel a soft warm current. Then Mirosławku retracted his gaze and rested his cane lightly on the table, signaling that he was about to speak.

"I'm sure you've already learned what happened in Dumar. We urgently need to do something about it, but before that we can do anything, one of the most important things is to be clear about your attitude. ”

After saying this, one of the guards urgently stated his position: "He is a usurper!" His canonization is not the will of God, and if he does not get the approval of the gods, it will only ruin our country! ”

"Indeed, all the vows and jurisprudence dictate that the title of Grand Duke can only be inherited by the surname Lebedev," Capelz also affirmed: "Although our Grand Duke was illegally deposed by the court of Kaiser, we will recognize him as Grand Duke Dumar until his death or succession to his eldest son." We will fight for him as well. ”

Later, several members of the retinue also stated that they would not recognize the new Grand Duke, and would follow Mirosławku in deposing the new "Lord Duke".

Mirosławku didn't say anything, his eagle-sharp eyes were still watching everyone, his gaze stayed on everyone who had taken the oath for more than ten seconds, until he caught something from everyone's eyes, then he suddenly withdrew his gaze, his pupils were out of focus for a moment, and then he tightened again, and looked at the remaining two people with a fierce look: "Young man, what do you think about this?" ”

And Lobita was stunned for a long time, but did not answer. Indeed, for him, such a thing as a Grand Duke is too lofty and too far away. In fact, one day shortly after his 11th birthday, a sign posted next to their house had already declared that they had broken away from the rule of the Grand Duke. If you talk about it earlier, you may only have an impression of the luxurious travel of the Grand Duke of Dumar, and other than that, if you want to force him to talk about the Grand Duke, it may be some wild barnyard and something. Now, if Lobita were to choose between Polsky and Lebetiv, his answer would be certainly: "What does this choice mean to me if I can't choose Valadislau?" ”

But he did not answer that, he looked around, and after knowing the demeanor of the people around him, he boldly and confidently replied: "If supporting Lebediv will unite us, then let Lebediv go!" ”

Mirosławku stopped and did not answer immediately, which caused Lobita's leopard gall to shrink by more than half in an instant, and just as he was about to help himself come back, Mirosławku coughed dryly, as if he didn't hear what Lobita was saying. He turned to Jamila again and asked, "What about you, Lord Jamila, what do you think?" ”

Jamila poked Lobita lightly with her hand, signaling him to stop talking, and then she cleared her throat and looked at Mirosławku, two pairs of eyes that seemed to have a hundred eyeballs, "If you insist on listening—it doesn't matter to me as a Gentile which of the two families has power." But we have to admit that judging from the customary law that has been formed since the continuation of history, or from the point of view of the sacredness of receiving the coronation, there is no doubt that the Lebediv family has the corresponding conditions. The former Grand Duke Vidzha Lebediv was deeply loved by the people, and he acted steadily and prudently, never disobeyed the will of God, and he was qualified for the position of Grand Duke in every way. But on the other hand, the Polski family is a branch of the original royal family of the Plyreal Empire, they are of superior and noble blood, and they are the political evergreens of Dumar - then Krakow is not without an advantage in accepting the canonization - he is. That's what I think, Mirosławku. ”

"Since His Excellency Jamila has said so, it seems that we must object to this matter. I would also warn the moderates of the underground not to be blinded by such things. The old man's expression was completely soothed, and although the corners of his mouth were closed and unchanged, the eyes were full of a slight smile, and he slightly avoided Jamila's gaze to show humility.

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"Lobita, why did you say that at the table?" As soon as she walked out of the main hall, Jamila asked.

"Because I think he's just trying to unify our positions – like the Dumar cabinet ministers."

"So you cleverly pointed this out?"

"Lord Jamila, this is not called self-conceiving. I'm just using the most straightforward way to express my devotion to him. I don't think there's a need for a man of good words, and my devotion to Dumar speaks for itself. ”

Jamila turned her head, her eyes were bulging, and she looked like she wanted to teach Lobita a lesson, and today Jamila changed into a simple casual dress, bare her porcelain-like snow-white neck, and the whole person was much lighter and smarter. This made the ignorant Lobita's heart flutter. He stared straight at Jamila, unaware of his rudeness—his palms were sweating, and he wanted to get closer, and for some reason, he felt as desperate as he wanted to get closer to a stove in winter.

"Alright, let's stop arguing." Jamila turned her head again, and said quickly in a somewhat up-to-the-top tone, "Mion's agricultural futures in Dumar have all been defaulted - this was probably a few days ago, and now that he is idle, he has to settle this matter." Let's follow him. You need to learn these things well, it will be useful for you in the future. Oh, and you're finally not so respectful of me. ”

The horses had been led into the courtyard, and they had just finished a real battle before another battle was going on in the large crowded room.

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