I should have woken up every morning in a large bright and spacious house, dressed in the finest silk fabrics, and served by a beautiful loli maid, with a clean and delicious breakfast, savoring fine wine, and sleeping on a warm and cozy cotton quilt, instead of a bed of rotten cloth and a hard hot kang made of stone!

I can't fail here! That would be a complete loss of everything.

He walked faster and faster, as if he were trotting, the anxiety and cold sweat on his face mixed with the thick fat powder of the nobleman's face like dough.

It doesn't matter what kind of man's dignity~~ what baron's green hat? It doesn't matter, just let her play with the eggs, as long as there is the political support of the family behind her, this is a realistic thing that a mature man should consider.

But.

He froze angrily and stunned for a long time, and then he looked viciously at the misty earth outside the window, looking down on the vast people from the height of the castle, feeling that the lives of these civilians were really worthless, and even they didn't think that anyone would save them and give them more land and human rights.

Why should I save them, and what can they give me? Treat me as a hero, a savior, or a second-class aristocrat who is stupid enough to betray his own class?

Are these people who are numb and don't know how to actively resist really worth giving up a better life to save?

The more we think about human nature and ideology that we haven't considered in the past.

The annoyance in his heart wrapped around him like a poisonous snake, squeezing the ground more and more to make him breathless.

Yes, he can tolerate the humiliation of a woman cuckolding him!

But the fear of losing everything that is now possessed is even deeper and stronger! Like a demon crawling out of the abyss, using its invisible claws to restrain its own soul, making it impossible to resist.

Let him rethink the meaning of everything he does!

"It must ~~" he said to himself with difficulty, "I must keep this position!" and then, let myself get more benefits, expand my army, my wealth, and my territory, and enjoy everything I haven't enjoyed before. As for democracy and liberation, to hell with the people!"

Thinking of this, the anxiety and boredom in my heart suddenly alleviated: Don't think about any great ideas anymore! This is life! This is reality! Maybe~ I should also be like those big aristocrats, seriously study and study how to "form a party for personal gain"! They can sell their daughters, sisters, even wives and lovers, and even sell their own temperament and **children, why can't I figure it out? Damn! I also have to be as decisive as a person who has achieved great things!

What's not to do selling your flesh and making a black deal!?

This is the world of adults!~

This is politics~!

After calming down, David Lu regained his noble demeanor and style, and immediately asked people to go and call the captain of his guard.

The two discussed secretly for a long time, and even the loyal guards outside the door could only faintly hear the "Special Sharp Knife Team...... Dispatch to ...... around them...... Surveillance, and finally ...... Sell it to the Sarn Council at a high price!"

No one else heard, but that doesn't mean there weren't animals who did.

Every evening when the sun goes down, one passes through the outer edge of the castle wall—the branches of vines that cling to the wall like black-purple veins, and the eyes of the rat that crawls outside the window of the baron's room to eavesdrop have some strange faint purple light.

And then.

It climbed up the vine again, easily and with a powerful hook, on the tough brown vine.

After a number of winding and thrilling climbs upside down several times, the little mouse finally climbed into the windowsill outside a room in the south-west area of the castle rooms.

The windowsill wasn't closed tightly.

The strange little mouse shoved its head into the crack in the small window, and seemed to be a little stuck, and the little thing flicked its limbs in a panic, and the soft and elastic body of the mouse was about to be squeezed flat, and then squeezed into the room.

It crawled from the windowsill along the floor and quickly to the desk next to the gardenia-scented bed.

In front of the desk sat a strange spellcaster with purple eyes glowing, he was the seventh-order wizard who was a guest in the castle - Chen Xuyuan.

Outside Master Chen's room, there was also his second disciple Siggri guarding the door to prevent anyone from breaking through his spell casting.

Chen Xuyuan put away the gesture of concentrating on casting spells, closed his eyes and pondered for a while.

When he opened his eyes again, he thought back to the surveillance behavior that the baron had arranged just now, first sneering, and then a natural soft smile on his face.

He thought to himself: This young man from the second middle school who has crossed over wants to use our group of people to resist the mountain people in the south first, and then exchange their group of wanted criminals for the "Maritime Trade License" issued by the Syndicate! But this is also good, and the news that we are here will be kept secret in a short time, and we can safely rest for a few more days.

As if nothing had happened, Master Chen removed an upside-down dish, grabbed a few oily peanuts from the plate, grabbed the little mouse in his hand and teased it, and fed him one by one.

Played with the little things for a while.

He ordered the ape's "thumb" to stand in front of him, and both of them had the same strange purple glow in their eyes.

An indescribable spiritual energy pulsed, slowly forming a strange passage that connected itself to the consciousness of the thumb.

Master Chen began his new experiment, and he first continued to issue various complex commands to his thumb, such as somersaults, drunken boxing, stick practice, etc., to test his magic pet's comprehension of commands and recent changes in IQ.

In fact, this pet has been following Master Chen's side, and has been gradually improving his logical thinking ability by observing and learning the social interactions and language exchanges between several of his apprentices and others, and now it has increased its IQ from the past eight or nine years old to the age of eleven or twelve, that is, the second year of secondary school.

It's just that this monkey has not been pampered and instilled in the two-dimensional culture, except for the nature of some monkeys, it is more like an innocent and happy hairy boy, rather than a modern giant baby who likes to sprinkle and make trouble.

Chen Xuyuan began to slowly use the flesh rune constant method that he had recently experimented to carefully guide the mana in his hand, and transmitted the spell through the "soul induction" between people and pets.

And there is a "spiritual connection" between the two of them that is originally constructed by soul spells, so that through the soul sensing ability, they can use the soul sensing ability to construct rune constant spells that are far more subtle than ordinary buff spells—that is, acquired spells.