It's close to noon, but the streets are still full of traffic and people, and it's October, and the weather is still relatively cool.

The city's main roads are well-connected, and the asphalt roads are lined with verdant palm trees and toons.

In the courtyard, there are lush egg trees, graceful ficus ficus, and colorful bananas.

Wren looked curiously at the livable and tourist city of the Farolan Kingdom, and this place is also quite interesting, with flower pots placed on the doors or balconies of almost every household.

Cockscomb, color-leaved grass, anthurium, agave and other flowers compete with each other, which is dizzying.

"It's a good place to cultivate sentiment and retire, but unfortunately, it almost became the capital of the kingdom back then, but after all, the geographical location is a little worse."

Old Bill said angrily.

Wren nodded, there is a reason why William the Conqueror did not choose his hometown to build the capital, and the geographical location is indeed not good.

Wilton is surrounded by a small forest to the north, to the south by the plains of Pughni, where birds don't, and to the east by Lake Moore, the second largest freshwater lake in the Farorland.

The terrain was too complex to be used as the center of gravity of a country, and it was given by William I to his countryman Wilton as a fief.

However, now the Duke of Wilton's family has declined a little, and has been reduced to the Earl of Wilton's family, and only the area east of the city near Lake Moore is still the family's fief.

In fact, there are no real ducal families in the Kingdom of Faroran anymore, such as the Marquis of Thorton's family, which is already the top nobles in the kingdom.

Of course, among the court nobles and glorious nobles who do not have fiefs, there are parallel dukes or princes, and the titles of human beings are not completely based on strength.

However, if the nobles of this world want to maintain their titles, they have hard requirements for the extraordinary power in the family.

Wren and Bill chatted, and soon they came to a chic courtyard that was Bill's home.

"Boss, wait here for a while, and in half an hour, I'll bring them here."

Old Bill was a neat man, and as soon as he finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

Wren looked around at the flowers and shrubs around him, found a stone bench and sat down, and took out a book from the storage ring.

"Annion's Travels", which is in Catherine's collection, has not been published on the market and has no author's signature.

However, it is certain that this is written by a powerful transcendent being, and the story basically takes place in the middle and late fifth period.

"In 537, I came to the Xiluo Desert, which is dozens of miles in circumference, and there is no grass as always.

I think about it, it's been about 1,500 years, when the Sun King David fought the three Dark Monarchs here, completely changing the landscape here.

In the sand, you can still vaguely feel the flame of the sun and several special dark forces circulating, and the remnants are still lingering.

This is the top powerhouse, I feel that although I am stronger than Carlo, I am a little worse than David, but I am still young, I am a young man, and sooner or later I will be invincible in the world......"

Reading this, Wren twitched, only to feel that the tone of the person who wrote this book was getting bigger and bigger, and he had blown the cowhide into the sky.

He liked this book very much, it recorded a lot of hidden things, and greatly broadened his horizons.

But the author is sometimes too narcissistic, and his tone is so arrogant that he slaughtered a dark duke, kept a werewolf duke in captivity as a watchdog, and accidentally blew down an eight-hundred-meter mountain.

In short, this master dragged him to no friends, anyway, Ren didn't believe that he was so awesome, and deliberately didn't leave his name, probably for fear of being ridiculed by future generations.

Just when he was so engrossed in his studies that he couldn't extricate himself, Old Bill returned, followed by more than forty people.

"This is the boss, a pretty little brother, do you want to come to my sister's arms?"

A melodious voice came, and a tall woman in a black leotard walked not far in front of Wren, and her beautiful eyes looked at him curiously.

, good ball, at least 34D.

Wren stared at the book and put the book down, the first thing he noticed was not the woman's pretty face, but her full breasts.

There's no way, it's so spectacular, the tights can't be restrained, but they are becoming more and more prominent, and I have only seen it in my life.

With a dirty heart, Wren's face was still as steady as an old dog: "Beauty, walk carefully and pay more attention to your feet." ”

"What?"

There was a little stunned on her face, and the girl in the tight leather coat wondered, she didn't react for a moment.

Wren shrugged his shoulders and said solemnly, "With your size, you will block the view from your feet, and it will be easy to fall." ”

Cluck!

The hot girl laughed, seemed to find it funny, and reached out to touch Wren's face.

"Seriously, Betsy! This is the boss. Old Bill couldn't take it anymore and scolded.

Bill seemed to be quite prestigious, and after cutting it, Betsy was not too presumptuous, took a few steps back, and stood side by side with the two men at the head of the group.

Wren had time to take a look at this group of people, they should all be over 30 years old, and they were basically mercenaries for about ten years, and then chose to retire, start a family and change careers.

He sensed slightly, most of them were first-order transcendentals, there were eight second-order transcendents, and third-order transcendentals, only Betsy.

Bill coughed and introduced: "These are basically people I have brought with me, and they have also carried out missions with me, and they have been in the industry for more than 6 years, so they have a lot of experience......

He hurriedly sold a wave, but there was no way, this group of people are all problem people now, and it is difficult to even be a bodyguard.

The boss doesn't want everyone, if you don't meet the requirements at all, you will be brushed off, and if you don't have a job, God knows what will happen to this group of troublemakers.

"Let them all introduce themselves." Wren said lightly.

Old Bill nodded, first handed him a stack of materials, and then gestured to the three people in the first row, these three people were the strongest and had a beautiful record.

"Leo, you come first." Old Bill coughed.

The man named Leo stepped forward, he had a thin face, a slender build, a black suit, sunglasses, and a triad outfit.

The point is that he still has a book in his hand, examines Wren, he opens the book, clears his throat and says:

"I'm Leo Anderson, a literary young man who loves to read, loves poetry and love, and is a loving ......"

"Stop!"

Wren stopped him from continuing, glanced at the information in his hand, and teased: "Are you wearing sunglasses to read?" ”

According to the information, Leo has serious violent tendencies, and within two years of his retirement, he was detained several times for fighting.

The literary and artistic youth is even more nonsense, he is 35 years old, and there is a kind of evil spirit in his body, which is definitely not good.

Leo smiled toothily when he heard this, his smile was very bright, and the old Bill on the side sighed in his heart, it's over, this thing is going to let himself go.