A beetle climbed slowly up the smooth surface of the hourglass, the barbs on its feet doing nothing against the glass, and it tried several times before it grabbed the wooden pole of the hourglass and climbed up, but it had barely reached the top when it was pulled down by a white finger. It flapped its wings in anger and made a rustling sound, but reluctantly fell back onto the walnut table, spun around twice, rolled over and began to repeat the previous movement.

The windows were bright and green, and the green leaves hung from the edge of the window, and downstairs Madame Camille was pruning the branches by the dwarf rose bush, and the flower beds in the courtyard were the products of the Gruding period, but Madame Camille was a senior aristocratic courtier specially hired by Antitina from Ampesel, and Madame was very unaccustomed to the hot climate of Tonigel, but she was full of praise for the character of the noble lady Antitina, thinking that she was a real demure lady within a radius of a hundred miles, and her manners were not inferior to that of a princess of a country. And it is very likely that it was with such a master that the proud lady nodded and agreed to go to the poor country of Fir Territory.

"Brando, you...... You really don't blame me, do you? In the study, Aloz looked at Brando with a rare, if not rare, low brow, and a tall man with snow-white hair on the side looked at this scene in surprise and inexplicably, when did he remember this female tyrannosaurus rex to have such a docile side? Among the three scourges of the dragon clan, Aloz will occupy the top spot, and if she is revealed to be what she is now, I'm afraid no one will believe him. He thought it must be an illusion, or the sun outside was too big today to dazzle his eyes.

Strange to say, the temperature has risen since the end of summer, and the weather has been getting hotter and hotter lately, as if it was back to the hottest days of midsummer.

It hasn't rained in over two weeks.

"Your Excellency. Miss Aloz is not to blame for this, it was my negligence. On the side, Medisa hurriedly whispered.

Brando glanced at the little princess of the silver elf, and he knew in his heart that this was probably the negligence of the little mother dragon, who had used the star-shaped stone as a stool at the time, and later forgot about it when she went to save people, and Metisa probably didn't notice it. It turned out that Anlek seized the opportunity. Now that Akane has disappeared in the explosion, the little female dragon has been in a panic all day, but Brando didn't expect her to care so much about her attitude, which made him a little angry, in fact, he was not worried about Akane, when the star-shaped stone exploded, the myth of Milos appeared in time to protect everyone present, and the father of the frost giant also confirmed that the mountain girl was not buried in the explosion.

If the words of a god are not enough to trust, then the fact that the Azure Spear was not found in the ruins later proves the same fact, and now the question is where Akane has disappeared. But that's not the main problem, Akane's current strength is not very good enough to beat her, so Brando is not very worried about what will happen to the mountain girl. If according to Milos, she didn't die in the explosion, most of them were delayed by something, and now the knights and mercenaries sent from the territory and Lantonilan to find people have also set off, and the area near the Death Frost Forest is so big, and now because of the explosion, it has been flattened, and I believe that news will come back soon.

Although he was still very worried about Akane's state. But not to be furious about it.

But what really haunted him was - the death of Anlek.

As soon as Anlek died, the news of his status as a dark dragon could not be hidden. This matter has always been a hidden danger to him, and now he wants to know who is in charge of Anlek, but it is obviously impossible to find that person out of the vast sea of people. He glanced at the little female dragon with low eyebrows, the man beside Aloz was also a giant dragon, and it was said that he had come to capture her back to the dragon clan. Because this guy was locked up for being suspected of cheating on exams, she was also to blame, but it was really pitiful.

He couldn't help but shake his head and replied softly, "It's nothing, how long are you going back this time?" ”

If he remembered correctly. The confinement of the dragon clan is measured in hundreds of years, if Aloz is too strict, and he is confined for hundreds of years, then it is not that the relationship he finally got involved with the dragon clan will be in vain.

"It's going to be about three hundred years." The little she-dragon replied with a sad face, but soon regained her spirits and replied with a grin, "But it doesn't matter, they can't lock me up, and I will be able to get out soon." ”

Brando was almost scared to death, he glanced at the white-haired man, who looked at the sky as if I hadn't heard anything. He breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't know why this guy looked like this, but it was mostly related to the little female dragon, he couldn't help but glared at the latter fiercely, and said in his heart that you want to escape from prison, don't say it in public. Even if you're not afraid, what if others think I'm conspiring with you? In case the dragons come to ask the teacher, Valhalla will be ten times stronger than now.

Seeing his look, Aloz immediately rolled his eyes, which meant, "I know, really!" ”

Then the little she-dragon snorted for a while, and said a few painless words, to the effect, "You can't forget me!" "I'll be back soon!" and so on, and then he was finally taken away by the white-haired man. Then Medisa also said goodbye softly, and it seemed that Veronica wanted to see him or something, and Brando knew that the female legionnaire was in a hurry to return to the Empire, and this mission was a complete task for her, but it was a little strange that Brando had often seen a worried look on the other party's face lately, and he nodded and answered, and soon there were only two people left in the room again.

After the study was quiet, Brando looked out the window again.

Separated from the flower garden by a row of low trees, next to the stable, Kuran was staring at the men who were combing the two tall horses of the Anlekma, and the dappled sunlight fell through the dense branches of the oak trees on the old swordsman's dusty military uniform, making him look like a retired old colonel, but the princess planned to hide the news of letting Denel do it from Brando, who knew that Kuran might already know, although he didn't say it, but he also seemed a little disheartened, after all, on the one hand, it was the kingdom to which he was loyal, On the one hand, there is his own old master. His position in the castle was now closer to that of an old butler, and Brando was influenced by the old swordsman's character, partly because of his grandfather's affiliation, and partly because he himself saw Kuran more as Toniger's guest than his subordinate.

A little further afield is the white walls of the fir castle. It was covered with creepers, and it was shaded by greenery, and there was a staircase that led to a walkway on the rampart, where several patrolling guards were located, and outside the walkway were arranged a female wall and battlements, which were connected at the corners to the towering arrow towers. The crossbowman's dangling helmet flashed in the doorway of the tower, and one of the crossbowmen seemed to be leaning against the doorframe and bragging with his comrades.

Outside the city walls, there is a main street in Fir City, but the huts and shacks on both sides of the street have now been demolished. A more sturdy and beautiful permanent building of wood and stone was built, and the stone slabs were re-paved and the previous withering scene was no longer restored, and now the white streets are full of people, as small as ants. Farther away, only patches of red roofs remain, and the canopies of trees are intertwined, resembling clumps of parsley in the middle of the city.

Brando watched this scene, and the boredom in his heart finally dissipated a little. A sense of accomplishment gradually rose, if a year ago Fir City was indeed a dilapidated rural place. But now at least it has a real urban feel. At least he'd been to Bunosson and Magitan, and fir city was on par with, if not more than, the cityscape of the city, and even more affluent than in the game. It was brought by him personally. Of course, he also knew that it was not he who really created this qiē with his own hands, but Antitina and Roman—to be exact, a certain merchant lady who acted a little out of tune occupied a more important position in this heavy credit.

It was she who personally came up with the whole revival plan. Then personally brought Tonigel the thriving business that it is today. Today, the link from Port Griss to Ampesel connects the whole of the North, and countless merchant ships sail on this waterway every day, and under the watchful eye of the Shining Scales, this waterway has been one of the safest waterways in the whole of Eruin for half a year, because of its reputation among the various chambers of commerce. His agreement with Queen Hanlu has not yet been revealed in the military and political arena, but it is not surprising that the merchants have already sniffed the opportunity for it, since they are the most sensitive people in human history.

A steady stream of goods is being transported to the fir territory through the Guò waterway today, and then from the fir city to the ring of the trade winds, without worrying that these goods will not find their place, the Black Forest is a truly fertile land waiting to be developed. In just two months, the students and subordinates recalled by Master Bailu from all over the country have explored two or three mineral deposits in the forest, including silver, gold, copper and even mythril, and there are also the best forest farms, countless prey, all kinds of precious plants, and fertile soil for thousands of years of humus. In the past, the forest had been stopped by harsh environments and terrifying monsters, but now the flame of order at the center of the Ring of Trade Winds has been ignited, and with the Kalanga Mountains as the center, order is becoming stable again, and the druids and dryads have joined Brando's chariot, opening the last gate for the Eruins.

Supplies from across the North are speeding up the transformation of these buried riches into reality, and the merchant ships that have gathered in the harbor are carrying them back the way they came, turning them into the human, technological, and magical industrial resources that Brando desperately needs. It was like a golden waterway, and everyone in this waterway benefited from it, and if they had a little strength or wisdom, they could get what they wanted, because they had the fiancée of a generous lord.

This qiē is all the credit of Roman, although without Antitina, a somewhat confused merchant lady, she may not be able to arrange the whole of Tonigel's spring and autumn planting festivals in an orderly manner, but at least the current prosperous commercial scene, and the city's overcrowded inns full of merchants, and the clouds of sails in the harbor, are all negotiated by her. From the earliest days when she had nothing, with her empty white fangs to convince the trust of the Chamber of Commerce, from the arrival of a sailing ship in Port Griss, and the departure with a load of goods, it was all done and done by this little girl who usually seemed a little unobtrusive.

Brando himself rarely cared about this, but he suddenly felt lucky because it was as if all of a sudden, this qiē appeared in front of him. He didn't bother at all, the merchant lady had already arranged it for him. Now, Tonigel's Qiē is on the right track. Everyone thought that he would not be able to make his ambitions until he got the land that made Denel, but he didn't know that Eruin's future had already been laid out in front of him.

The little girl who was by his side from the beginning drew the most important blueprint for him.

He couldn't help but go to see Roman. The merchant lady was retracting her shallot-like fingers, holding her face, her dark eyes wide. watched with interest as the scarab climbed up again. When it reached the top again, she knocked it down again, repeating it several times, as if she couldn't get tired of it. The merchant lady wore a noble dress, but sat on a long-backed chair with her back hooked, crumpled the skirt, and rolled up her sleeves, and very successfully dressed a lady like a country girl.

If Mrs. Camille had seen her like this, she would probably have to sigh and shake her head again. In fact, Brando knew that she once thought that Antitina was his fiancée, but fortunately the staff lady went to settle the misunderstanding herself, and he still remembered the strange look in Madame Camille's eyes. Brando, though he was not at all afraid of a true deity, was forced to flinch by the stunned look of the old-fashioned old lady, and it was said that it was the first time he had retreated without a fight in this world.

Brando sat side by side with Miss Merchant, as they sat so closely. He could almost feel the other party's body temperature, and there was a girlish fragrance wafting through his nose. He was a little flustered, as if he was thinking about something, and subconsciously put his hand around Roman's waist. Miss Merchant's waist was light and thin enough to be grasped, and she seemed to feel Brando's sudden emotion, and glanced back at him. Smiling slightly, he did not reveal it, but kicked his foot very pleasantly, and then turned back to play with the poor beetle.

Brando's mind was full of messy things, but he suddenly realized that Roman was very fond of thinking about the whereabouts of every copper when dealing with merchants. But she is not stingy with the money in her hands, in fact, she is a little generous to anyone except when she is serious about a business. He turned back to the question, and Miss Merchant, who had not yet known how many times she had pulled the scarab off the hourglass, replied as a matter of course:

"Talking about business is like going to the battlefield, you have to pay baht, but you have to take a long-term view of investment, and you can't get a good harvest if you are careful."

Brando was stunned, as if he was a little surprised: "Who sued you for this truth, and it is also your aunt?" ”

"That's not it, my aunt doesn't do business, I came up with it myself, how about it, isn't it amazing?"

Brando can only sigh, this is probably the so-called talent. However, Roman's eyes flickered, and he was just getting proud, and suddenly he was a little lost: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen my aunt for a long time, Brando, you said to help me find my aunt, but there is no news yet." ”

Roman didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he said this, Brando's face burned badly, where was there no news, it was simply that he didn't bother to look for it. In fact, before Roman mentioned this, he almost forgot about such a person, after all, Aunt Jenny is like Brando's family in this world to him, there is always a layer of estrangement, he feels that it is like a character in the background, although he asked people to go to Bouche to inquire, but that's just it, in fact, even Antitina never told Sù. Later, Buch's side responded to the news, saying that there was no clue, and the matter was not resolved from then on.

After all, he had so much to do, and half a year ago he had been almost so focused on pulling Eruin back from the orbit of certain destruction, and the time was so tight that he barely had time to breathe, let alone find someone.

But now that he thought about it, and thought of what Roman had done for him, he looked at Miss Merchant's face, which had no scheming in front of him, and was so ashamed in his heart.

"Soon there will be news that Eruin is so big, and your aunt must be looking for your whereabouts everywhere, and now that you are so famous, we can find her with a little attention." He pinched Roman's face and comforted him.

Roman giggled, narrowed his eyes and smiled like a little fox.

"Giggles, Brando, you're weak."

"Ahem," Brando's face flushed, and he almost forgot that although the merchant lady had no intentions, her instincts were terrifyingly sensitive. And the point is, she really didn't save face for him at all, and he couldn't help but look at this guy with some annoyance. But unexpectedly, the latter raised his head seriously, shook his head vigorously at him, and said: "Actually, it's nothing, Brando has a great goal, Roman also has a great goal, when I talked about my goal before, even Freya would giggle, but only Brando, you believe that I will be able to do it, you have never laughed at me-"

"Brando can tolerate Roman's goals, so Roman can also tolerate Brando's goals."

"Do you know Brando, my aunt said that mortal ideals are like stars on a summer night, which seem unreachable and dazzling, but in fact, if we dare to stretch out our hands, then we will definitely grasp the starlight in our hands, because the starry summer night belongs to everyone who looks up at the starry sky."

Brando looked into Roman's eyes in a daze, as if those bright eyes really reflected the bright starry sky of Butch's night, he used to think that this little girl who was not very obtrusive had been following him since Butch, and doing all these things for herself was only based on her preferences, because it was like Roman's character, and she always did not ask whether it was right or wrong for those close to her. But he never thought that she really had always believed that he could do it, as she said - it was the stars in the summer night sky, but if you reached out and grabbed it, then you would definitely grasp the great starlight in your hand.

Even if the star he wants is the brightest one in the night sky.

"Do you know what I'm trying to do, little Roman?" He asked suddenly.

Roman nodded earnestly and replied word by word.

"I know, Brando, you want to marry Her Royal Highness Princess Griffiin and become the true King of Eruin."

"Poof—"

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(PS: It's late, I'll send you a few hundred more words.) (To be continued......)