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Just as Morewo was serving as his weapon tycoon in Red Leaf City, his city lord's mansion once again welcomed a messenger from the royal capital.

Of course, this time is different from the tense atmosphere when the Three Kingdoms were forced to cross some time ago. In order to calm the panic caused by the war, Gladstone deliberately held a grand celebration in the royal capital, as the only outstanding general in the kingdom to keep the imperial ** team out of the border, Morey naturally wanted to participate in this victorious celebration carnival.

Although there will inevitably be some discussions on the follow-up methods of the three empires after these local nobles and military commanders go to the royal capital, in general, the meaning of fun is still the mainstream.

A relaxed life is healthy and long-lasting, and Morey naturally will not force himself to be a workaholic, just take this opportunity to relax.

Just as Vivien Hayley returned to Red Leaf City, Morey took the legendary ranger to the royal capital with him.

The atmosphere of celebration was felt from the moment Morey walked into the royal capital district, in addition to the neat wheat fields waiting to be harvested on the side of the road, small colorful flags were planted at intervals, and the sound of joy had been heard over the fence when passing through some small towns and villages.

When they entered the royal capital, it became a huge city of joy.

The ubiquitous clowns, the bards chanting victory hymns, and the priests holding fine food in their hands all show Bert's resolve.

Morey's rough estimation that, not counting the materials and food, the cost of hiring the circus, the bard, and the priest of the goddess of joy alone would cost ten thousand gold coins a day, and that such festivities had lasted for three days before they came, and that it would last another week.

However, this money is still effective when it is sprinkled like water, and the citizens of the royal capital, who always have a trace of sadness between their eyebrows in the past, have completely opened their brows, and the joyful and festive emotions are wantonly emanating from every pore in their bodies.

Here, everyone becomes polite and amiable, as if all of a sudden they have become well-bred gentlemen and ladies.

"I'm here this time, so let's have some fun! Anyway, they won't call during this time! ”

Since even the king said so, Morey naturally would not pretend to be a model worker.

He took Vivien Hayley to have a good experience in the large amusement park of the Holy Spear, which was regarded as making up for some regrets, especially when Vicky also received the news and came to the royal capital the next day, even Hyde, who had always been close to protect Morey, no longer insisted and left his private space to the three young people.

The fire-breathing artist, the clown who throws the ball, and the magician who suddenly disappears and suddenly appears can make the three young people who are still young at heart let out bursts of exclamation, as if they don't feel that the red dragon's breath is more dangerous than this fire-breathing, the six-armed Naga's long sword is more flexible than the clown's arms, and the clumsy [magic trick] can't see the flaw, the three of them are like three ordinary young people, letting go of the shackles of body and mind, and enjoying the carnival that belongs to the winner.

But the time of joy is always short-lived, and there are always uninvited people who have no eyesight, such as the head of the sect who is now standing in front of Morey.

"What a coincidence, Baron Morey!"

There was always a hint of schadenfreude in the tone of seemingly surprised, breaking the warm atmosphere that made the sect leader, who had dedicated his body and mind to his master, feel extremely happy.

Of course, on the other hand, the person on the other side is quite hateful.

The smile on Vivien Hayley's face gradually froze, and although her left hand was still on the crook of Morey's arm, her right hand had silently touched her back.

Although she didn't have the legendary giant bow of the elves with her, she still carried a magic dagger with her iron as sharp, and with her current strength, she was a bit of a handsome opponent of a legendary warrior, but it was more than enough to deal with a close-quarters priest.

Although Vicky next to her still held Morey's left arm with both hands and refused to let go, it seemed that there was no movement, but Vivien Hayley, who was a legendary ranger, had a good look, and the [Supreme One Ring] that had been charged three times [Finger of Death] had all lit up!

Unless this old guy is one of the voters of Lady Luck, he will be one of them.

Although he was quite unhappy with this uninteresting old fellow, Morey naturally couldn't watch this nominal ally be killed in front of him, so after settling the two still indignant ladies, he found a place to have a good chat with the uninvited sect leader.

"The baron's quiet style is very admirable!"

Unable to hear the sarcasm in Nasnier's words, Morey laughed and threw a handful of silver coins at the exaggerated clown, and after an astonishing cheer, Morey laughed and twisted his ass from the empty barrel, and then drank the sweet cider in his hand.

Morey didn't have the consciousness to greet him with a smile on his face, and it was already a sign of his good education to be able to invite him to sit in front of the fruit wine vendor and talk.

"Baron Morey and His Majesty the King must be on good terms!"

After speaking, he didn't wait for Morey to reply, and continued to answer himself:

"In the Book of Ten Thousand Laws, you are classmates, friends of life and death, back to the kingdom, you are the most solid pillar in his place, and you will never abandon in danger, the relationship between the two is unreasonable and bad!"

After saying that, Nasnir smiled and said casually:

"But why didn't this old friend of yours talk to you when he was sick?"

Hearing the word "sick", Morey's body stiffened slightly, and his pupils shrank, but he soon returned to normal.

"Maybe he doesn't want me to worry too much!"

"Perhaps! Maybe I'm too worried, so don't bother the baron's Yaxing, we'll see you next time! ”

The head of the Bitter Water Church didn't expose it, he got up and left cleanly, and disappeared into the crowd after a while.

Although he has always been calm, Morey's heart is now very chaotic.

Obviously, the head of the sect wanted to take the opportunity of the "coincidence" to tell himself about Bert's illness, although he did not know the specific reason for doing so, but it was nothing more than a wedge between the two people, and to get some kind of help when the bitter water taught them to spread their faith to the local area in the future.

But Morey doesn't pay attention to these, he focuses on only one point, and that is that Bert's body has problems again!

The last time Bert had a physical problem, he was directly shaken to his throne, although there was no danger in the end, but this left a hidden danger.

Who would have thought that it wouldn't be long before Bert's body had another problem, which made Morey have to ring the alarm bell in his heart.

Morey doesn't think Nasnir made up a lie to deceive himself, this kind of thing can actually be confirmed as long as Morey and Bert meet, if it can make the legendary professional have physical problems, then it will definitely disturb his original regular strength fluctuations, with Morey's keen perception, it is impossible not to know.

Later, at a dinner party, Morey naturally found an opportunity.

During the toast, Morey's perception was fully opened, and sure enough, Bert's strength fluctuations, which should have been smooth, were like a beast's beating heart after running wildly, and Bert, who still looked like a nobody, made Morey even more worried.

"What the hell are you hiding?"

Although he didn't want Nasnier's plan to succeed, Bert's act of concealing his situation caused a rift in the relationship between the two.

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