The next morning, before the sun could fully rise, Draenor was woken up by a maid.

The girl walked through the corridor outside the room with a pair of hard-soled leather shoes and a bell in her hand.

"Manor work, manor work. Please tidy up your clothes and appearance, and gather at the gate of the manor after the meal. ”

The maid called out to the crowd in her not very fluent Dorian language.

After a while, there was a knock on Draenor's door, and a maid in a long white dress entered.

"Mr. Delanor, please enjoy your breakfast and be on standby at the gate of the manor in fifteen minutes."

She moves simply and neatly, pushing the door, delivering food, saluting, stepping back and closing the door, all in less than thirty seconds.

Draenor took off his pajamas and changed into the maid's overalls at the foot of the bed, a brown shirt with tight cuffs and a pair of stiff trousers.

He finished his hearty breakfast and was about to get out of bed, only to find that even new leather boots were ready. In addition, there are herbal ointments to prevent sunburn and some simple medical supplies.

"It's really methodical and pre-planned." Draenor sighed and put on his new shoes and walked downstairs.

He saw that the others were already standing downstairs and had changed into manor costumes. For some reason, he felt funny about the scene in his heart. Former warriors and sailors, both men and women, now look like farmers, and some even wear sunhats made of rattan.

The people followed the maids and workers to the herb garden.

A sturdy old man with a beard followed the maids to the crowd.

"Good morning, everyone, I'm Buckhouse, the foreman the Duke has assigned to manage the herb garden. Lecht. ”

The old man respectfully saluted everyone, and everyone hurriedly returned the salute.

It's weird...... The elder spoke Dorian fluently, but even more puzzling was his first and last name.

"As you may have guessed, I am called a Canaanite like you, and have been working on this estate for more than sixty years under the care of the Duke.

I come from the north of the Dori, which you might now call the Yaridan Empire. But please don't panic, it was peaceful when I left Dori, and if you have any thoughts about who I am, let me apologize in advance! ”

The old man bowed deeply to the crowd as he spoke.

"It's okay! Mr. Lechte, we understand your troubles, but in any case, none of this has anything to do with you. It doesn't have to be this way! The people said and lifted the old man up.

"Thank you for your understanding, and now I will introduce you to the content of the work." The old man walked to a field and bent down to pick up a flower that bloomed among the herbs.

"This herb is called serpentine celery, and its rhizome is a bit like a potato, and when cooked, crushed can be used as a medicine to promote wound healing.

It doesn't bloom until autumn, and its petals are covered with dew every morning. This dew can help the body's recovery, whether it is taken internally or externally, it will have a miraculous effect.

Today, we will first use the prepared water bag to collect these dewdrops, and the work will end at noon, hoping that everyone will overcome the difficulties. ”

Compared to escaping for one's life in a strange wilderness, this kind of work is not difficult at all, it is simply the life that these people dream of.

Yes, having a stable place to eat and live every day, and having the opportunity to go to the ground to feel nature, this ordinary manor life is exactly what the people of Draenor dream of.

At this point, Vicilico and Justice are sitting at the dinner table in the hall. The silence lasted for nearly ten minutes, and the Grand Duke spoke first.

"Satisfied with the ending you wanted?"

"It's for their lives, not for my personal feelings."

"Uh-huh......" The Grand Duke pulled out a fine tubular object made of brass from his bosom, and he pinched out a few strands of hay from a metal box the size of a matchbox, placed them on one end of the tube, and lit them with a candle.

"You're still smoking!" Vicilico covered her nose and frowned at her father.

"No, no, no, I listened to you and your aunt's advice, just order some tea. This is Hecheng black tea, and it tastes no different from what it tastes like. The Grand Duke quickly explained.

"Looks like you're still quite concerned about my health."

Vicky sneered, "Everyone will care about your health, except yourself." ”

"Hmm...... So, my daughter came to her old father early in the morning, is there anything I need help with? ”

Vickily pressed her index finger to her chin for a moment of thought.

"I need a carriage to take me to the inner perimeter of the Imperial City."

"Hmm...... Do you finally want to go home? ”

"It's not just me, it's the big blue-haired man."

"What? cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, ......cough,

"You're going back to the Imperial City with your newfound boyfriend! Do you know what other people say? ”

Vicky shuddered, she dropped the teacup in her hand, and shouted to her father with a flushed face:

"He's not a boyfriend! Just travel companions together! What is a 'new boyfriend'? Have I ever thought this before! ”

The Grand Duke couldn't help but laugh at his daughter's shy face and the eagerness to explain.

"Hahaha, I'm just assuming. I care more about the smell of him than this. The Grand Duke extinguished the tea leaves, took a sip of a cup of licorice juice.

"That's not what humans should smell like, is it? Obviously, I bathed and changed my clothes, and even incense couldn't hide the smell of wild animals. ”

Vickiri's heart tightened, she must not let her father know what happened to Draenor.

You must know that this kind of family resurrection potion has been banned in Nikanlos for more than fifty years, and if she is found to be suspected of concocting a resurrection potion such as "White Refining Fire", even if she is a member of the royal family, she will not be able to escape death.

"You are a member of the aristocracy with a high education in Rivindry, and I believe you will not do anything stupid. So, what do you need to bring a stranger into the Imperial City? ”

The Grand Duke's questioning made Viklico's heart beat faster, and the father in front of him suddenly seemed to have become an executioner questioning criminals.

"He wasn't just a Canaaniite." Vikli struggled to piece together the explanations that came to mind.

"He is a descendant of the Lykos and the Canaanites."

Yes, if Draenor was half-man, half-wolf, no one could continue to doubt his identity.

"Lycos!" The Grand Duke's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Do you know what kind of riot will be caused by bringing the Gu Clan to the Imperial City?"

"I said he's just a half-breed, and he doesn't have any obvious features, does he? Except for the smell that is a bit too much......"

Vicky had only just reacted that she had been with Draenor for so long and had almost ignored the faint smell of wolf on his body.

The blind mother-in-law she met in Hecheng before must have smelled this smell and noticed Draenor from the crowd.

"We need to go to the Imperial City and go through some formalities so that he can settle in Nicandros." Vicky can make things up.

"Not everyone can enter and leave the Imperial City casually, let alone go through the procedures for royal authentication casually."

"But the cronies of the royal family will do! Okay Dad, I'll admit it, he's my boyfriend! ”

Vicky Ricky snapped up saying the last thing she wanted to happen. But there is no better way to convince a duke, a father.

“…… Feelings are not child's play, you have to remember who you are. The Grand Duke heard what he feared most.

According to the Nicanlos Law, all residents who have reached the age of 100 have the right to love freely. Even if his own daughter is a royal family, even if she really finds a humble foreigner as a boyfriend, as long as she does her best to prevent them from developing to the point of marriage, the face of the royal family will not be lost by her.

"Okay...... I'll have the carriage ready in a moment. ”

The Grand Duke became more and more suspicious of his daughter's eyes, but now he had no choice but to dismiss the troubles in front of him, and make them disappear before they could even raise eyebrows.

Vicky finally breathed a sigh of relief. But her stomach felt like she had swallowed poison, and she regretted what she had said. If she dies one day under such a lie, she will definitely die!

A carriage drawn by six horses drove from the stable at the back of the estate into the herb garden. Draenor thought that another important person was about to appear, so he straightened up and prepared to salute.

But who knew that as soon as the carriage door opened, it was Vicky Rico sitting inside. She didn't have time to explain to Draenor and pulled him into the carriage.

"What is this for? It's not time to rest yet! Delaenor's eyes were full of confusion.

"Shut up! It's shameful enough to thank you today! ”

Draenor had never seen Vikily look so angry. Before he could say hello to the others, the carriage was already running on the road.

It all happened in such a hurry that it was confusing.

Vicilico threw all the salutes onto Draenor, and he didn't know what had happened to the girl. But he had to endure the grievances and look out the window with a heavy salute, watching this short and beautiful manor life leave him little by little.