227 years of the Eastern Ikra calendar, June 21.

Naijie is a legendary city that has served as the capital of the Iqra Empire for more than a thousand years, and even after the division of the continent of Aisikana, it remained the absolute center of the continent's economy, culture, and politics.

Summer arrived a month ago, and the marigolds on the banks of the river unconsciously stretched out their bones and stretched into a golden road along the riverside. Standing by the river and looking around, the dusk sunset is falling from the sky, the river is rippling into pieces of golden fish scales, and occasionally you can see lazy orange clouds, calendula swaying in the wind behind you, the whole world is like a fairy tale description of El Dorado.

It was time for the meal, and before it was time for the night cruise, there were only a few lonely fishing boats and a group of kite-flying children on the banks of the river, and Oreo lay on his back in the lawn, squinting at the crumbling kite.

"Young Master."

Cuarón came with a basket, dressed as a fisherman.

"I saw him, and went to an armor shop, and I'll pass by the shore later."

"Hmm."

Oreo rolled over and sat up, he took the pancake from Cuaron's hand, the dough was cold on the outside, but it was piping hot on the inside, and the salty sauce quickly spread down the tip of his tongue.

"And this."

Cuarón handed the newspaper in his hand.

"Angelo is dead, and Angelil takes his place."

Oreo took the newspaper and continued to munch on the pancakes.

The newspaper was reprinted in the afternoon, and the ink on it was mostly blurred, but the picture on the front page was faintly recognizable.

Angelil was wearing a white royal robe, the girlish childishness between the corners of her eyes and eyebrows had faded a lot, but there was still a little baby fat on her cheeks, she was holding a pure black scepter, and before leaving, Oreo asked Monin to give it to Angelo, and it really passed into Angelil's hands.

Oreo closed the newspaper.

"When will the results of the elections in Turin be out."

"According to the procedure, the results will come out tomorrow, but there is no need to wait for the results to come out."

Cuarón gestured to the back of the newspaper.

"Count Fafner bribed several ministers, Count Shipley manipulated votes in several cities in the west, and Duke Hector used non-citizen referendums and repeated votes in multiple cities, and was caught by Director Reka, so the only one who is eligible to participate in the emperor's election is the Duke of Herson, who has not signed up, according to the law, he will become Emperor Okasim after passing the minister's review, which is already a sure thing."

Oreo finished nibbling on the two pancakes with a blank face, then clapped his hands and stood up.

"It's really interesting."

"It's very interesting."

Caron followed Oreo as the two walked up the steps between the marigolds away from the riverbank, and the wide road for four carriages walking side by side was packed with carriages and pedestrians, a bustling evening rush hour that would be a rare sight in the twenty-first century.

In addition to the traffic itself, there are many vendors passing through it, some of them are selling their home-made food, some of them are selling their own food, some of the vegetable farmers are pre-selling new food for tomorrow morning, the grooms are talking to each other, and the nobles and nobles are laughing and cursing through the car windows.

As for more than a thousand years, the inhabitants of Naijie did not seem to know what was about to happen on the continent, and the peace in front of them was ridiculous to Oreo.

"I see him."

Caron pointed to the carriage at the end of the road, which occupied almost two lanes, and the carriages on both sides were far away, and the soldiers patrolling the city gate waved their hands to let it go without daring to check it, and it was obvious that the owner of the carriage was prominent.

Seeing that the carriage was getting farther and farther, Oreo waved his hand.

"Follow him."

"As you wish."

The manservant whispered yes, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The aristocracy of Naijie seems to have a penchant for wooden buildings, and the city is full of high-arched cornices, and the high walls of the imperial palace on the hill can be seen in the distance, but when it gets dark, it gives people an eerie feeling.

The streets get narrower the further you go to the center of the city, but the buildings on both sides become more and more elaborate, and when it gets completely dark, white light bulbs light up in front of each house, illuminating the nameplates engraved with red ink pen on the side of the doors.

"Duke of Argnes"

Glancing at the nameplate, Cuarón stopped by the door and knocked softly.

"Knock knock".

It was a little girl who opened the door, and she glanced at Caron, and before she could finish speaking, she closed the door.

"The duke said he wouldn't see a guest!"

Caron pulled a gold coin out of his pocket and slipped it through the crack in the door.

"Trouble to inform that Caron Vegeta is visiting."

There was no sound behind the door, so Caron stuffed in a second gold coin, followed by a third and a fourth...... It wasn't until the tenth that the door finally opened.

The little girl pursed her lips and said angrily.

"Caron Vegeta, right?"

Caron nodded.

"Yes."

"Wait here."

The little girl hurriedly explained, and the door closed again.

Cuarón waited there for about ten minutes when the little girl poked her head out from behind the door, and she looked at Cuarón with strange eyes, gasping for breath.

"Come in with me."

Cuarón nodded, and followed the little girl all the way into the mansion, which was brightly lit, the neat stone path passed through the rows of flowers, and the main building in the distance was even more splendid, which was many times more advanced than the broken courtyard of Chaborent in Venada.

Unfortunately, it still doesn't seem to be very popular.

Approaching the house, Caron saw a slippery girl standing by the door of the main building, they were tall, wearing long red skirts, and neat balls.

"Your Excellency Cuarón."

The girls nodded in unison, and at the same time the door behind them was opened by two powerful guards, and the chandelier over the hall was lit with a bang, and the light was refracted through the broken diamonds in all directions, almost stabbing Caron's eyes.

Chaborent's voice came from afar, and the old and sickly tone in his voice had long since disappeared, replaced by an indescribable loudness. 、

"Caron, long time no see."

Caron looked in that direction, and the first thing he saw was several seductive women in short white dresses, who were standing guard on the sofa, and in the center was an old man with gray hair, who put his arm around the two women, and stretched one leg on the coffee table, not to mention two or three hands beating and massaging the leg.

It was the first time in all these years that Caron had seen such an extravagant scene, but he wasn't surprised or anything else.

"Duke Argnis, long time no see."

He sat down across from Chaborent, then stared silently into his eyes.

"Young master, please ask me for a favor."

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