Afron, Clover Manor, a separate building, two women. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Two young women, judging by their age and appearance, may be more appropriate to call them maidens. Standing in the hallway outside the room, the hallway is covered with a sturdy and smooth wooden floor, and the sunlight shines through the shade of the trees in the garden and the windows between the hallways, casting golden flickers of light. They leaned against the window, talking in a deliberately low voice, for fear of waking someone in the room who was sleeping.

"Cousin Lena, you seem to care about that man."

A young girl laughed under her breath, half-covering her mouth, and glanced at the servant who was cleaning—a middle-aged woman who had been serving the manor for more than ten years, and whose good professionalism allowed her to concentrate on her work. She didn't seem to hear the conversation between the two girls, but she wiped and wiped the antique vases on the aisle shelves, until the enamel on them became shiny like a sparkling lake, and she moved away and walked to the other vases.

Very responsible work attitude.

The girl commented from the bottom of her heart. She had long, soft pale blonde hair, which was carefully combed and tied into two evenly balanced braids. Too complicated and cumbersome hairstyles were frowned upon in the Escud tradition, and the girl's braids, perhaps not braids, were simply tied together with two white cloth bands—a standard double ponytail.

"Is he better?"

On the side of the girl with two ponytails, another girl with red hair and a shawl did not respond to her teasing, her slightly worried brow squeezed out a few fine lines of skin that looked up, and she asked softly as she looked at the girl. In fact, it was completely superfluous to ask this question, and when the man was carried back to the manor, she already knew that it was almost impossible for such a serious injury to be easily healed in a short time.

The bare back was pitted, the flesh was blurred, and the skin rolled up, revealing a thin layer of white fat and maroon muscles underneath.

After changing the dirty, tattered leather armor, cleaning the wounds, disinfecting them with a high degree of spirit, and applying the ointment, the old butler of the manor, Pheron, came running - according to her impression, the middle-aged butler who did not smile knew a little bit of advanced medical skills. After some examination, it was confirmed that there was no serious problem and life was in danger, and the group finally sent the injured man to this quiet house for rest and recuperation.

Today is the second day, but the man still shows no signs of being sober.

Miss Lena Barros was suddenly a little worried, and she prayed silently in her heart, and she wanted to run into the room to see, but her cousin, Kia Escude, appeared in the hallway leading to the room.

Lena walked over, and then the pestering little cousin ran up to her and stopped her—the girl's love and gossip have always been twin sisters, and on the topic of that man, Kia asked one question after another:

"Where is he from? How tall is he? Isn't he handsome? Does he have a wife? What are his strengths? Is his swordsmanship as good as Brother Marcuro'......"

Sixteen-year-old Miss Kia was no better than the elderly noble ladies, and Lena Barros even felt a wave of embarrassment and depression - the continuous questioning made the red-haired girl, who had been known as the "little devil", quickly angry, when Miss Kia asked the question again;

"Cousin Lena, do you really plan to marry this stinky man in the future?"

Miss Ponytail raised her head and asked her dignified-looking mage cousin again. She didn't even realize that danger was silently coming.

"Kia, it looks like someone is coming."

"There are very few outsiders here, could it be Brother Macoolo? At this time, shouldn't he still stay in the City Lord's Mansion? ”

Kia, apparently not knowing enough about the title of "Little Devil", turned her head to look - a precise knife slashed into her neck with moderate force, and she fell like a swan wounded by an arrow, and she saw the seemingly gentle and virtuous cousin behind her, her pink lips curled up in a conspiracy arc.

"What a troublesome little girl!"

Lena Barros stepped over Kia, who was lying on the floor, and muttered. She forgot that she was not much older than her cousin, although, in terms of their personalities, her cousin was at least more like a pure aristocratic lady.

The door to the room creaked open.

Lena finally saw the man she liked, the leader of the bandits, lying on the bed, with a soft futon underneath him, unable to sleep in his normal position because of the injury to his back, and he spread his hands and legs, eager to occupy the entire bed. This unrestrained sleeping position caused his saliva to drip down from time to time, making the whole pillow wet.

A cute male creature -

Miss Lena moved a chair and sat at the head of the bed, she bent over, her chin propped up with her hands on her lips and looked at the sleeping bandit leader, a smile on her lips - "Mr. Lecter" was accidentally injured and sent back by her cousin Marcuro, she was a little worried and a little happy.

Worried because of his injury, and happy because the two can get along for a while. Miss Lena Barros, from the city of Rayat, had never been so fond of a young man, staring at the angular, scruffy side face with a rare warmth in her gaze.

……

For two days, Afron's de facto consul, Marculo Escud, became extremely busy. The gold mine that appeared in the western hills, and the ensuing series of events caused by it, made him close to burning.

Some of the city's inhabitants and farmers from nearby villages had recklessly broken into the crypt - the lure of the huge profits from the gold ore had made them forget about the danger. If it weren't for the accidental appearance of "Mr. Lecter", there is a good chance that these greedy creatures would have turned into the ghosts of the cave people.

If there were any accident in which a large number of civilians died, he could not even imagine the disappointed look in his father's eyes—the relationship between the lord and the lord was in some way like that of a flock and a shepherd. The sheep provide fresh milk, wool and meat, and the shepherds are responsible for the safety of the sheep. This is not only the responsibility of the noble lord, but also the interests and reputation.

Marcoolo quickly and meticulously dealt with the paper at hand - the matter of the gold mine had to be completed as soon as possible. In the Elantra Code, the minerals in the realm belong to the liege. Greedy and ignorant civilians, merchants, and farmers will be punished, and the mining of gold will require special manpower to take care of it.

However, in the process of carrying out these works, Macuro suddenly had some doubts - he remembered the scene in the cave: the corpses of the cave people were strewn all over the place, almost all of them were killed with a sword. Is that Mr. Kartass's staff really so powerful?

You must know that every adult caveman is quite a warrior.

Also, as a member of Karthas's staff, how could he go to that gold mine?

Wait, what's going on with the exploding caveman corpses......

Marcuro took out a piece of paper from a drawer and wrote down a few suspicious points seriously.