"I didn't mean that!"

Leaving Acala's grocery store, Eliza's mouth was still pouting, and her face was full of resentment, "The financial and tax revenues of Roger's camp are all in the hands of Lord Acala, but she is pushing back the expenses of Roger's training camp. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoYou must know that Lord Kashya is the founder of Camp Rog! ”

"I know, Eliza understands everything, she's not a child anymore!" The fat man laughed and reached out to touch Eliza's head, but received a big slap in the eye.

It's spoiled!

"I don't know to help me refute her!" Eliza was indignant, probably more angry with herself—why didn't I refute it at the time, I should have said this, and then said this, leaving Akara speechless!

At the critical moment, how could I be choked by a word? On the contrary, it is like a child who is ignorant and only knows how to make trouble unreasonably...... It's really infuriating!

When the army goes out to fight monsters, personnel will be damaged, and items will be lost, which requires a lot of gold coins. The gold was in Akara's hands, even though she was a latecomer, even though she herself did not need the protection of the army. As the pioneer of Rog's camp and the master of the armed forces, why should Kashya look up to people's faces?

Eliza understands the truth, Kasha can't understand it?

Or maybe Kashya is a brilliant Amazon, a great coach, a great commander, but he doesn't know much about politics.

That's not what the fat man needs to care about, though - Akara is so kind to me, isn't it?

The fat man flipped the two books in his hand. What looks like a hardcover book is actually a container for the identification scrolls and the city return scrolls, each of which can hold twenty scrolls, and is now full.

It was a generous gift from Lord Akara, as well as a shallow metal plate and a dozen shortbreads placed in it, which Wendy carefully held in her hand, and even when she walked crookedly, the metal pan remained level.

Passers-by of all colors stared at the shortbread, but they were ashamed of themselves in front of the fat man's majestic figure. Or also because of Eliza's Roger training camp uniform.

"Excuse me, are you the honorable Lord Druid?"

When the group of three was returning to the Rogge training camp, someone greeted them politely. The fat man smiled and stopped, "I am." Do you have any advice? ”

The visitor was dressed in a neat black tuxedo, with a top hat in his hand, and bowed to the fat man. Although the fat man didn't understand it very well, he understood that this should be a kind of respectful etiquette. The man looked to be about fifty years old, or older, with meticulous hair and a smile.

"Dear Lord Druid, I'm sorry to bother you, but the contemptible man is Boss Varif's butler. My host, Boss Varref, would love to see you at your convenience. But you know, Venerable Lord Kasha will not allow a man's footprints to appear in Roger's training camp. Today, I happened to meet the respected Lord Druid, Boss Varif specially sent me to take the liberty of disturbing, I wonder if you can take the time to talk to Boss Varif or not? ”

Following the butler's gesture, there was a luxurious carriage parked on the side of the road not far away. A short old man was crawling out of the carriage. He looked dressed casually, and his hair and beard were disheveled, far less decent than the butler.

This should be Varif boss, what a coincidence.

"Fortunately, Mr. Varref." The fat man smiled and walked to the side of the carriage.

"Fortunately, honorable Mr. Druid!" Variif bowed to the fat man with a smile on his face, "The Humble House has prepared a banquet, I wonder if the respected Mr. Druid can give the old man a thin face?" ”

"Disturb Mr. Varref." The fat man immediately said that face could be given.

Eliza haughtily followed the fat man, her gaze refusing to be distracted from anyone. Wendy was still cautiously holding the shallow metal plate. They haven't had enough to eat in a long time, haven't they?

"I can't thank you enough! Lord Druid, please! Varif bowed down and asked the fat man to get into the car.

It was an all-metal carriage that looked light and sturdy. However, there are no rubber tires on both wheels, but tough wooden blocks embedded in them. Comfort is limited.

Two clean white horses, one in front of the other. Horses are also a new species, and it is the first time that the fat man has seen them on the continent.

The fat man leaned over and carried Wendy to the wheel, smiling and motioning for Variif to get into the car.

Since the fat man refused to ride, Varif accompanied the fat man in the dirty mud, and the smile on his face remained unchanged. Eight strong men in strong suits armed with swords were guarded on either side. The butler led the way in front of the head, and his clean shoes stepped on in the mud.

In a newly built wheat cake stall on the side of the road, the stall owner was busy making and selling wheat cakes, and suddenly looked up and looked at the little girl on the wheel in a daze, but the little girl did not see him.

As a young man, the carriage entered a hidden, high-walled compound. Although the trees have lost their leaves, they have evergreen shrubs throughout the year. The large houses are scattered, with a small two-story building in the middle. This may be the only building in Camp Rogge, right? It looks a little worse than the stacked houses in the Heyang community.

Warref's caravans crisscrossed the entire Candras continent, and the outlets were all over the Candras continent. This is probably the place where Varif has landed by chance, and Varif is trapped here after a sudden attack of the demon of Hell - this is the fat man's limited knowledge of Varref, and the information comes from Flavi.

The more important information is that the Candras continent is the world of the converts. The transferee has supreme strength and at the same time has a high status. No matter how wealthy an ordinary person is, he cannot put himself in the same position as the transferee, even if the transferee is just a chick.

"Dear Lord Druid, please take a seat." Varif invited the fat man into the reception room.

The yellow metal stove burned smokeless charcoal, and the ashes were pure white. The room is warm like spring, and the various furnishings are luxurious and stylish, and they all look a little old.

"This kind of water melon is only produced in the oasis of the Alanoch Desert, and it has been treasured by me in the ice cellar with a secret method waiting for the most distinguished guests." The butler brought precious fruit on a tray, and Variif graciously invited it.

Uh, green-skinned red-skinned sunspots, isn't this watermelon? In the melon field of Zangma Mountain, two yuan is enough - cut a slice of watermelon for four or five taels, and the real thin skin is crispy and sandy......

The fat man took two pieces and handed them to Eliza and Wendy. Eliza snapped, and Wendy ate carefully. It looked like it was the first time that both of them had eaten this precious fruit.

"This dried fruit is the furthest of the way, and it is produced in the Arrett Mountains in the far north. There is a kind of giant tree growing there, each of which requires more than a dozen people to hug it, and this dried fruit is its fruit. I exchanged a whole box of Darjeeling black tea from the Principality of Taymour for this small basket from Captain Masiif of Rugoin, but Masaif did not know the name of the dried fruit. If I'm willing to sell it, this basket of dried fruits can be exchanged for a basket of gold coins. Variif pointed to a small delicate basket.

Well, pine nuts and gold are actually equivalent. If you can bring the goods in the real world into the Kan Continent, I am afraid that you will become extremely rich in an instant...... The fat man thought very unproductively.

Needless to say, the two poor children also saw pine nuts for the first time and ate them deliciously. The fat man felt like a happy father. When a child eats beautifully, it is his greatest enjoyment.

And that's just a small snack before a meal. It didn't take long for all kinds of exquisite dishes to come and go. Wendy was soon full, Eliza was full, and the fat man was finally full.

This is the fat man's first full meal on the Kan continent. Varif praised the fat man's appetite in high esteem, and the butler's cheek twitched covertly.

If you don't speak, I'm going to leave!

The fat man drank the black tea from Darjeeling with satisfaction, which is also said to be a top-notch luxury, and the taste is not too good.

"Dear Lord Druid, if you need it, I am willing to dedicate this courtyard and everything in it to you!" Varif spoke at the right time, with a soft sigh.

"I have no desire for anything outside of my body." The fat man smiled and refused, although the belly appeared very thick. Eliza also subconsciously touched her belly. Wendy wasn't out of the ordinary, she didn't eat much.

This should be the most valuable yard in Rog's camp, not to mention the collection in the yard and the food that is not scarce. This reception room is on the second floor, and it is also the vantage point of Camp Rogge. Through the windows made of glass or crystal, you can see many strong men in strong suits with sharp blades, guarding openly and secretly.

"Forgive me, Lord Druid, for some mundane things really shouldn't stain your eyes, though I make this wish sincerely. You know, I'm going to lose all this wealth, and even my own life. Varif's face was sad and unwilling, and his expression did not seem to be fake.

"I probably won't be able to help you much." The fat man smiled as usual. (To be continued.) )