The entire Maple Leaf City, and even the surrounding territories, know that Viscount Wilson has two hobbies, one is women and the other is money. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wilson was not a good drinker, although he had a large wine collection. Because he thinks that alcohol will paralyze people's minds, so that he will not be able to make more money, nor can he enjoy the beauty of women in a sober state.

"Lord Viscount, what are you going to do with that new goblin?" A maid asked coquettishly.

Wilson caught the cantaloupe with his mouth and smiled coldly, "You mean Truman's daughter, I plan to enjoy her the day after tomorrow, hehe!" ”

He grinned, took off her tulle, then rubbed something resembling cream on her waves, bowed his head, and ・・・・・・

"Bang bang-" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Wilson looked angry, but it was a nobleman, his expression quickly calmed down, and he said a little impatiently: "What's the matter?" ”

The butler outside the door naturally understood his master's hobbies and knew that he liked to do that kind of thing at the dinner table. Then he spoke a little faster, "Lord Viscount, Sir Jaime of the Frankish Lordship, I hope you will give him a few kind words in front of Earl Lane." ”

Sir Jaime of the Frankish Territory?

Wilson frowned, then suddenly. The Frankish Territory was once the fief of the Caesar family, and this Sir Jaime sent a gift, apparently taking a stand. As long as Count Ryan can get a fief, he will naturally get benefits, even a small fief.

You must know that in the Roman Empire, the titles that were officially recognized and had fiefs were dukes, marquises, counts, viscounts, and barons, from highest to lowest.

Sir is also a knighthood, but it is actually equivalent to an honorary citizen or something. In some ways, it is a little more convenient than the civilian population, and there is no practical benefit at all to go.

Many of the knights of the Roman Empire would try their best to become barons. Only by becoming barons will they have fiefs, have real power.

There are two ways to be promoted, one is to make meritorious service; One is to climb into the powerful. Obviously, the second method is simpler. So Viscount Wilson was not surprised that Sir James had given him a gift.

As for who Jaime is? Does that matter? There are too many jazzes in the entire Roman Empire, at least 100,000, who remembers it!

Wilson's blue eyes flashed with a glint of light.

His butler naturally understood that he could not disturb himself at this time. But he still came, indicating that this matter was not simple, or that this gift from Sir Jaime was not simple.

He smiled, "Come in!" ”

The white-haired old butler walked in, and though one of the maids was still undressed, he did not squint and placed a beautifully wrapped box in front of Wilson.

The box shows signs of opening. As a precaution, all gifts to Viscount Wilson are opened in advance and carefully checked.

Wilson opened the box, and a burst of golden light burst out. Wilson narrowed his eyes and looked closely. Immediately, his whole body was shocked, and his expression was ecstatic.

He closed the box, coughed lightly, concealed his gaffe, and said lightly: "Tell the messenger that I have accepted Sir Jaime's gift, and I am satisfied!" ”

The housekeeper replied. Wilson was an aristocrat after all, and he had to have the reserve of an aristocracy. Even if he was very satisfied, he could not deign to see the messenger.

Wilson lowered his head and ate the cream from the maid's chest before standing up and smiling, "Baby, wait for me on the bed." I'm in a good mood today, and I'm sure you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow! ”

Amid the coquettishness of the maids, Wilson left the dining room.

The moment he closed the door, he could no longer hide his joy and almost rushed into the study. Reopen the box and get the contents back out.

It was a beautifully carved griffon made entirely of gold, with a name engraved on its base.

Wilson put on a monocle and held the golden griffin in front of him. Look closely, stroking up and down. The joy on his face became stronger and stronger, "Sure enough, it's it, sure enough!" Griffon Dynasty, the work of Master Currenl, the Golden Griffon! ”

Wilson may not be outstanding in other abilities, but in terms of appreciation, he thinks he is definitely the best in the Roman Empire.

Griffin Dynasty, Ancient Dynasty. It is famous for breeding griffins, griffon knights. He was the most famous master carver of his time, and even the emperor of the time received him.

"How many years have passed, and even the griffin is on the verge of extinction. I didn't expect Master Curren's golden griffon to stay! Wilson sighed wistfully.

With that, he played for a quarter of an hour before reluctantly putting the golden griffon back in the box.

He went to a bookshelf and picked up a book, but didn't look through it. Instead, place the book in the upper left corner of the shelf and push it hard.

With the sound of gears, the shelves parted left and right, revealing a thick metal door inside. In the middle of the gate are thirty-six square buttons, which have no numbers on them, and they are arranged neatly. Wilson put his hands up, and his left and right hands knocked at a very fast speed, I don't know how many times, and it took a full 20 seconds to stop.

Click-

The metal door slowly opened, and wisps of gold peeked through the cracks in the door that gradually opened. Mountains of gold coins could be faintly seen. Wilson stepped inside, and the bookshelves outside closed automatically.

He didn't see that under the magic lamp, a shadow suddenly moved.

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At the same time.

Tianyu, Truman, and Elena came to the Purple Maple Tea Factory.

The Purple Maple Tea Factory is located on the edge of the city, very close to the North City Gate. When the maple leaves are ripe, the purple maple leaves from nearby villages and towns are brought in. It is fried, processed in various ways, packaged, and then sold.

This time, Elena also went with Tianyu and them.

Sister Na is a mermaid in the light dome, which is equivalent to half a priest and a wizard with water element specialization and a control mage. If there is an accident, Sister Na can help.

There were only two low-level professionals guarding the outside of the tea factory. In fact, there is no need for more people to guard it.

Because the undead born naturally are not considered fully awakened, they only have a strong desire in some way, their IQ is much lower than that of ordinary people, and they are more paranoid. Without the help of external forces, there is no way for the wraiths to leave the birthplace. It cannot appear during the day, and can only be seen at night.

Only by constantly devouring flesh, souls, and the like can a tipping point be reached. After evolution, it is possible to regain consciousness and return to a similar mode of thinking as a normal person. For example, the current Truman, although he is a wraith knight, is not much different from ordinary people except that his thinking is a little extreme.

And some undead will never be able to truly awaken, but will only become more and more evil, chaotic, resentful, killing, and completely lose their minds.

As for the kind of undead who are stronger, that's a matter of opinion.

Elena cast a zero-order spell, the Sleepy Technique, and took care of the two guards outside. In the process of coming, she killed some mysterious beasts, so the current Elena is level 6.

Three people entered it. There were purple maple leaves everywhere on the ground, and many tea roasting tools were thrown on the ground. Obviously, when the resentful spirit appeared, the entire tea factory panicked and ran away frantically.