In the morning light, Arian Heard gently pushed open the door to Sinloth's room. Yesterday's harvest was still too tiring for Sinlos, and the viscount, who had been accustomed to getting up early in the morning, had overslept a few. Even when Arian Heard came in, Sinloth was still unaware, and saw that the viscount was sleeping sweetly with his black hair and blanket.

Arian Heard smiled and picked up the clothes scattered around the bed. The knight came to the window and opened the curtain with a snort. A faint golden sprinkling into the slightly dimly lit room, shooting straight at Cynroth's body. The viscount muttered twice and rolled over to continue sleeping.

Coming to the bedside, Arian Hurd ripped away Sinloth's long hair and called softly in his ear, "Honey, it's time to get up." ”

"Hmm." Sinloth squirmed twice, but finally lost to the Sandman and didn't open his eyes: "Mariana, let me sleep a little longer"

"How can such a big person still be like a child." Arian Hurd grumbled slightly, smiling and bowing her head, her silky blonde hair cascading down like a waterfall, mingling with her long black hair.

"Get up, my dear, everyone is waiting for you."

"Hmm"

Cynroth felt a softness on his lips and a faint scent of tulips on the tip of his nose. But before he could savor the beauty, the fragrance quickly left him. Unwilling*, Sinloth opened his eyes, only to see the smiling face of Arian Heard. The woman stroked her hair, and her holy green eyes were full of love: "Honey, hurry up." ”“”

Originally, my head was still a little sleepy. But in the face of Arian Hurd's gentle smile. Sinloth shuddered, and the chaotic brain suddenly came to its senses.

Good morning kiss, shouldn't he go to Father Durodus to make an appointment for a funeral, after all?

"Morning."

Helmint looked up and yawned. I said hello to a few acquaintances who had been waiting in the study for a while. As a noble and glamorous magician, his body is naturally inferior to those knights who are full of muscles. Half a day's work down. directly asked for half of the young man's life.

But rarely, this guy didn't even run away.

"Hey, what are you discussing?"

The viscount has been away for so long, and now that he has returned, several vassals in charge of territorial affairs naturally want to report to him about the specific situation of the territory for a while. But now Ditohardt, Claes, and Bismarck are in the middle of Andiel, clearly discussing something.

"It's this."

Andil threw over a small badge, and Hermint hurriedly took it with both hands. The magician unfolded his palms and glanced at the unusually ancient badge in his hand, not understanding what Andil meant.

"I used to be too greedy. I just want to ask for it but I don't know what to give back Now that Sinlos has become the situation it is now, I can't escape the blame, what I can do now is to do my best to make up for me that I am not a competent brother, I think a lot these days, the only thing I can give him is probably this"

Andil was talking gibberish, and Hermint was looking at him in confusion. The magician's words were so erratic that Hermint could understand every word, but when they were combined. Mr. Remore said he didn't understand what he was saying.

"It's time for the glory of Carolingian to be revealed to the world again."

"Huh?"

"Sorry, I'm late."

When Cynroth walked into the study with Claude, the five people in the room had obviously been waiting for a long time. That bastard from Helmint was standing beside Andiel. With an excited face, he jumped up and down and asked him something, and Andiel, who had always been cold, didn't even have a fireball to blow him away.

It's a strange day.

Sinloth sat down on the throne. Others sat down. Claude carried the blue and white porcelain and slowly poured the clear liquid into the viscount's cup. It's not some mysterious liquid made by Nanorka. The clear liquid has a faint fragrance that invigorates people.

"Sir. It was a gift from the elders of the clan. Although it is not as precious as the tea leaves from the Oriental Seris, it is also said to be a cherished thing. The black-clothed butler smiled, his white-gloved hands extremely steady, "A drink when you wake up in the morning can refresh you all day." ”

"Really? Then I'll have to try it. Cynlos raised his teacup and took a small sip, and suddenly a cool breath flowed into his body. The head, which was still a little drowsy, was completely awake now, and the viscount's eyes lit up, revealing a satisfied smile: "It's a good gift to be a bit like mint." ”

"It's great that you're satisfied."

Claude smiled and stood behind Sinloth, leaving time to the other adults. "It's been a hard time, tell me about what happened in the territory during my absence."

Sinloth hadn't been gone for too long, at least compared to a completely irresponsible Earl Lori. This is not the era of information explosion that Sinloth originally lived in, and countless bad things can happen in a day. But I didn't expect this casual question, and a lot of things really happened in the territory.

Claes stood up and placed a stack of papers on Sinloth's desk. The Viscount flipped through the contents as he listened to Claes's debriefing.

"The two mills that started a few days ago have been completed, and according to your requirements, they are all built on the water's edge, and this year, even according to the most pessimistic estimates, the harvest will be far more than twice as much as in previous years, but as you can see, there is no shortage of manpower, and several old men in Crossbell have found a small iron mine, but now Claude Bell has too few young men. I'm afraid it's not good to mine In addition, the envoy of the Duke of Venice once visited. It's just that you happened to leave at that time. The messenger has been waiting in Desmond and hears you return. I came to the door early this morning and said that I would let you see it for yourself. ”

Sinloth took the letter, sealed with fire paint, and said casually: "Things are good at the mill, I'll go and see if there are not enough people in a while?" Let our great Earl be strong, and go and help, by the way, let the soldiers take good care of him As for Crossbell, you tell them that the matter of the mine will be put aside for now. After this year's autumn harvest and then think about it, Desmond really has no extra middle-aged men, and that's true. ”

For a territory to be truly revived, in addition to its population and easy access, a sufficient amount of infrastructure is also important. The establishment of the mill was just one part of Sinloth's larger plans. However, the discovery of iron ore was a bit of a surprise, but unfortunately there were still too few people in Desmond.

But these things are generally some good things, and of course Sinlos is not angry, it is only the letter that makes him angry.

"What's wrong. My lord? ”

Sinlos sneered and threw the letter on the table: "Those people in Venice are more pure merchants than nobles. For the sake of cute gold coins, they can really do anything unless they open up the supply to them or compensate them for a lot of financial losses. Otherwise, they're going to let me know how awesome. Oh, I'm really a little scared, what can they do to me? ”

Venice was originally just a dukedom. However, because of its unique geographical environment, it gradually became one of the largest ports in the empire. Countless merchant ships come in every day. Similarly, countless merchant ships leave every day laden with them. Relying on that excellent geographical environment, the Venetian merchants were naturally wealthy. Instead, it relied on the large taxes paid to the empire every year. and the intricate network of merchants, the Duke of Venice gradually became a major figure in the empire.

The matter of Desmond porcelain, Sinlos did not think to hide it completely in the first place. If only a few things are fine, you can still fool the past. However, if there are many of them, they will inevitably arouse the suspicion of the merchants. If the Duke of Venice could talk to him properly, Sinlos wouldn't mind working with him. Money is endless, if you can broaden your network, why not make less money for the time being.

But now this attitude of the Duke of Venice can only make him feel extremely disgusted.

"Your Excellency, please calm down!" Unexpectedly, such a thing was written in the letter, and Claes was also shocked. But as a merchant, he certainly knew the commercial energy of the Duke of Venice. Fearing that the young lord would fall out with the duke in anger, Claes hurriedly persuaded: "No matter what, you should meet the messenger, maybe there is some misunderstanding in it?" Even if that's the case, we can't let people say behind our backs that we Desmond are uneducated."

"Hmph." The world of the aristocracy is actually no different from the world of the commoners, it is nothing more than the law of the jungle, but the dark places are hidden under layers of glitz. Now that he is in a weak position, he has a treasure in his body, which naturally attracts the prying eyes of others. Xinluo didn't have much to do for a while, so he had to snort coldly, which could be regarded as venting: "Is there anything else to do with him for a few days first?" ”

"Yes, Lord Sinloth." Claes hurriedly stepped back, and Ditohart stepped forward and took his place: "I have a clue about some of the things you asked me to investigate a while ago."

The Duke of Venice undoubtedly annoyed Cynros, and in this case, Andil really didn't know how to speak. After thinking about it for a while, the magician decided to talk about the family matter to his distraught brother at another time.

After listening to the vassals report to Sinloth about the affairs of the territory, Andiel, who felt that he could not interject at all, silently left the study and returned to the workshop in Hermint.

As an older brother, he is unqualified. As the eldest son, he was likewise unqualified. Seeing that his younger brother was worrying about the affairs of the territory, he couldn't do anything about it. For the first time, Andiel sensed that magic was not as omnipotent as he had imagined. Magic can kill a person lightly, but it can't erase a group of people's greed for money.

"If I had listened to that woman and inherited the Carolingian family" Looking at the unfolded scrolls on the table, the mage held his staff tightly, and a strange flush appeared on his pale face: "No, it's all your fault that I won't give in, Aihuas!" Seal the sun, the magic burns in your heart, what else has there been in your heart besides hatred? ”

A small fireball appeared in front of the pitch-black staff, aimed at the ancient scroll on the table. And looking at Andiel's appearance, it is clear that he wants to destroy this precious magical material.

At this moment, there was a scorching wave in the air. The originally peaceful fireplace was now lit up with a roaring flame, and several figures began to slowly emerge. Andiel was startled, as if he had discovered his gaffe, and the magician put away his staff and looked indifferently at the figures that appeared in front of him.

It was a few strange men in black cloaks, and the heavy cloaks obscured their faces, making it impossible to see their faces. The only thing that was the same was the pale fingers of the few weirdos, and the staff that each held in their hands. The strange people also had some sparkling snowflakes on them, and the orange flames greedily licked and sucked at the corners of their robes, but they were useless except to turn the snowflakes into water vapor.

The strange man waved his robes, parted the flames, and came to Andiel. Between the black robes, several strange people had already stood in a row, raised their left hands diagonally, and made a standard mage salute to Andiel: "Sorry teacher, we're late." ”

Listening to those familiar voices, Andiel's usually indifferent face finally showed a slight smile. Today, he heard some bad news, and the arrival of his disciples undoubtedly made him happy: "No, Greenwald, Kenneth, Novatis, Joassim, you have just come here. (To be continued......)

PS: I'm starting to close the world line, and the main line and side lines are starting to converge. There are some people I am not destined to write about, and even only one name will appear. R1292