At Vigraf's words, a sad gloom appeared in Andrea's eyes, but she quickly regained her haughty demeanor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Since you don't want to talk about private matters, let's talk about business, and when you return to Kitland, remember to tell Beowulf and Natasha on my behalf that their situation has reached a critical point of survival, and now there is still a way to survive by taking refuge in the 'Dragon's Eye', otherwise when the 'Dragon's Eye' and the 'War Scourge Fortress' unite, all Kitlanders will face a catastrophe."

Vigraf frowned and asked coldly, "You are no longer from Kitlander, what do you mean by saying these things?" ”

Andrea's handsome face twitched, as if her heart was tingling, and she lowered her head and sighed: "Viglaf, it is not fair that you treat me so coldly, I also have Kitlandan blood in my veins, I was born and raised in Kitland like you, of course I don't want to see my hometown ruined, so I give advice." ”

"So if one day, we Kitlanders have to resist the invasion of the Dragon's Eye in order to defend our homeland, which side are you going to be on?" Vigraf's rhetorical questions became sharper, revealing the resentment that had been pent up for years.

Andrea awkwardly avoided his gaze, her plump breasts rose and fell violently, and it took a long time before she barely calmed down, and said to him in a tone of persuasion: "Your mind has reached a dead end, why don't you take a long-term view?" It's true that you're from Kitlander, but you also have dragon blood in your veins, which makes you more powerful, but instead of gaining the power and respect that is commensurate with it, you are discriminated against by the weak people in the city, is that fair? ”

"It is true that we have been discriminated against a lot because of the dragon vein, but now Kitland City is under the management of Lord Beowulf is not the same as before, the atmosphere in the city is much more tolerant than before, people have won dignity because of their ability and virtue, and they are no longer discriminated against because of their bloodline, if you don't believe it, you can always come back and have a look."

Vigraf's words drew a sneer from Andrea.

"You are so naïve, the Beowulf couple adopted you only out of the need to buy people's hearts, to show that they can be tolerant of anyone, even if it is just a poor orphan of the dragon vein, and what you think is nothing more than a fallacy they have instilled in you, hypnotized without knowing it! I will, of course, return to the fortress of Kitland, but not now, but in the posture of a conqueror, as for you...... If you want to know what a better life is, come with me to Dragon Castle. ”

Undenied by her, Vigraf defended his idol in even more vehement language: "Andrea, stop making a fool of yourself! What you have done over the years has been nothing more than aiding and abetting, so what right do you have to criticize Lord Beowulf? You think you are more noble than those who don't have dragon veins, but what is the dragon vein in the eyes of a half-dragon like Yakov, and you are not also the target of discrimination? ”

"You...... It's stupid! Andrea was speechless by his refuge, flicked her cloak angrily, opened the "arbitrary door" and walked in.

Viglaf watched her figure disappear into the swirl of magic, his clenched fists trembling.

Roland listened to Vigraf and Andrea talking on the side, and already had some guesses in his heart, so he asked him sideways: "The relationship between Red Dragon General Andrea and you seems to be very unusual?" ”

To his question, Vigraf replied frankly but poignantly: "She is my sister. ”

Roland didn't go on to ask how the siblings had come to where they were today: the younger brother had joined the army at Fortress Kitland, and the older sister had become a general in a rival group.

He knew that Vigrav didn't like the subject, that the young man needed to be alone.

Victoria and two of her guards are trapped in the valley, and Roland accompanies her and Katya into the tunnels to rescue the two dying elven rangers who are tormented by pain and cold.

Mikhail's motorcade then arrived. Considering that this area was in the sphere of influence of the Black Dragon General Yakov, everyone did not dare to stay longer, and continued to hurry until they arrived at a village in the evening, and stopped here to replenish food and rest for a while.

The next morning, Roland woke up punctually as usual, knelt on the simple wooden bed and prayed, prepared the magic that could be used today, got up and washed up, pushed the door and went out for a walk.

In this season, it gets dark late and brightens late in the northern high latitudes, and Roland, who is accustomed to living on the plains, is still a little uncomfortable when he sees only a slight morning light on the horizon.

In front of the dormitory is a large open area covered with cinders, which is used for vehicles and livestock. The caravan's trailers were arranged in a neat rectangular square, enclosing a patio-like space, with a burning campfire in the middle, and the occasional dark red spark flashing from the soot.

There were no decent hotels in the village, so the caravans had to spend the night in the shabby shacks of coal miners. In its heyday, the nearby coal mine produced 500 tonnes of high-quality coal per day, and thousands of miners worked here.

As a result of frequent harassment by war-torn believers, coal mining has become unprofitable, eight out of ten mines have withdrawn their investments, unemployed miners have to roll up their bunks and return to the city to earn a living, and the dormitories originally set up for 1,000 people have also been destroyed, but there are enough empty beds for business travelers to stay overnight, and each bed only charges 2 copper plates per night.

Yesterday, when Roland visited the village office, an elder complained to him: "In recent years, life has been getting worse day by day, and young people don't want to stay in the village and suffer!" There is no way, the days are not peaceful, I don't make money at anything, and I have to endure the exploitation of those damn robbers, if it doesn't get better during the New Year, the last two mines will also be abolished, our coal mountain village is set up for coal mines, if we don't open the mine, there will be no need for our village to exist, everyone plans to move into the city, at least it's safer there. ”

"Old man, who are you going to go to when you enter the city?" Roland asked him.

"My youngest son is a soldier in the city, and his life is okay, but my eldest son is not in good health, he can't find a job, and his wife has run away, so I can only count on my younger son."

"Is it hard to find a job in the city?"

"It's very difficult," the old man shook his head in anguish, "it's hard to survive in the city without savings, and the young and strong young man has little other way out than to be a soldier, and my eldest son was also a soldier, and was seriously injured and forced to retire, and can only live on a pitiful pension." ”

Then, the old man muttered about the good old days.

"It wasn't like this when I was young, when the orc kingdom had collapsed, the 'Dragon's Eye' had not yet expanded to this area, the Northland was rarely peaceful, there were iron mines, coal mines, forest farms, pastures, and workers had to be recruited everywhere, and the air was filled with a smell of prosperity and prosperity, which made people feel uplifted, and they were worried that they couldn't find a job if they had the strength to do so? Hmph, I was making 3 silver coins a day back then! Right now...... Hey, don't mention it, it's all the robbers! What a fortress of war, the eye of the dragon, all deserve to go to hell! ”

"Don't the city guards care?"

"Hehe, those old men in the city will say, I haven't seen them send troops to suppress bandits, and the priests of the old gods have long been unreliable, and they only know how to cheat and drink, and they don't care about the lives and deaths of the people."

"I've heard that Lord Beowulf is a very capable man, what is your impression of him?"

"I have never met this noble lord, how do I know if he is good or bad? Besides, after all, he has only been in office for a few years, and he can't see anything now, but he heard that this lord plans to hold an unprecedentedly grand martial arts competition, what's the use of this? It's not just a great success, and it's a waste of money, and if you have this money, it's better to distribute it evenly to all Kitlanders, and I can also get some benefits. The old man complained indignantly.

Swish! A strong sound of breaking wind came from across the patio, interrupting Roland's thoughts.

He walked over on the loose cinder road, only to see an upright figure standing with his back to the bonfire, his waist like a straight javelin, and a red dragon totem appeared on the back of the ****, holding a nine-foot giant sword with one hand, and constantly repeating a simple action - holding it high above the top, swinging it violently, and the roar of sword qi erupted in the air. (To be continued.) )