"My lord, where have you been?" Amilys asked, getting up.

She was smiling and looking the same as usual, but Wren always felt a little weak, as if there was something in her words.

Osilia was also staring, she didn't speak, but it put more pressure on people.

"I had a personal matter, so I went out for a spin. ”

Wren pretended to be casual and sat down behind his desk. Emily was skeptical, and the corners of Osiria's mouth moved invisibly.

If I go, they won't know, will they?

Wren couldn't help but be a little suspicious, but he was thinking in his heart, how did they know when he repeatedly confirmed that no one was following?

Unless it's Fabian who leaks the news.

This wind elf has a loose mouth!

Although I went to the pink horse for business, I am afraid that no one will believe a man who mysteriously ran to that kind of place and came back saying that he didn't do anything.

Nothing was done, which seemed to be even more humiliating......

"Ahem!" Wren chuckled dryly, his eyes went back and forth between the two ladies, and suddenly it occurred to him, how could they appear at the same time?

Inside the castle, only Sicarius and Pansil had seen Osilia.

Emilys may have known about Osiria's existence, but never appeared in front of her.

"You know each other?" Wren changed the subject.

"Hmm. Emilys nodded and replied, "Sister Celia came to look for you just now, but you didn't see anyone, so you came to ask me." ”

Sister Silia...... It's been so close, how long have you known each other?

Wren glanced at Osilia, a dragon disguised as a human, who had a crush on Emilys, the dragonborn apostle, and the two were half of the same race, so they should have intended to show up and make friends.

Emilys is not as innocent as she seems on the outside, and the city is very deep, and it can also be said that she is full of scheming.

Obviously, she already knew the identity of Osiria, a student of Master Anthy, and she would definitely climb into this relationship, and with her ingenuity, she could easily win the favor of Osiria.

These two women are willing to fight and the other are willing to suffer, and Wang Ba is on the mung beans, and they are eye-to-eye.

Osilia turned her attention back to Wren and asked, "Wren, did you go out to do business, is it related to the Mordu nobles, and what is the result?"

"I'm not sure, I'm waiting for news. ”

Because Emilys was present, this matter had nothing to do with her, and he didn't want to involve her, so Wren didn't reveal the specifics, and could only answer vaguely.

Osilia could understand it, but Emilys was even more skeptical.

Wren saw that the color of her soul was changing, and he was helpless, he really couldn't wash it by jumping into the Yellow River now.

The next few days were spent in peace.

Wren was busy from morning to night, working all day long to govern the territory, in addition to practicing meditation.

Every official who enters the castle to work, regardless of rank or position, is personally interviewed by him to ensure that no one with ill intentions is involved, and he must be loyal to himself.

After recruiting sufficient manpower, Wren immediately took over the half of the property rights, counted the assets, and the order of the territory gradually got on the right track and returned to normal.

The mercenaries and centaurs of the Dragonstone Mercenary Regiment, Wren divided them into multiple squads, stationed at many important locations in the territory, guarding ports and road checkpoints, taking charge of security in the territory, patrolling regularly, and completing the handover of the entire Glamorgan Territory smoothly.

In less than a month from Wren's arrival in Mordu, he secured the position of Earl of Glamorgan and became a veritable lord.

And, it was openly recognized by the Mordu nobility.

This surprised countless people, a young man who had just reached the age of twenty actually did something that the past seven Earls of Glamorgan had not done.

Forced from the mouths of the Modu nobles, the benefits they swallowed were spitted out.

It's an absolute miracle!

Although Wren has turned down everyone's invitations and has not yet appeared on official occasions in Mordo, he is now the hottest figure in Mordu and has become the talk of the people after dinner.

After ten days of intense work, Wren was finally able to relax a little.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary librarian, and he had never even been a small leader, but in this life, he was a lord to be a lord, and finally realized that it was not easy to be a superior.

So many people are counting on you to make decisions, and your own words have the potential to change the lives of tens of thousands of people, and even take the lives of some people.

This kind of pressure is not something that the average person can bear.

Fortunately, he has the eye of the soul, which can easily distinguish the true emotions and attitudes of others, and grasp the changes in their minds, which saves Wren a lot of energy in personnel management and makes his work easier.

Actually, he didn't have much interest in managing the territory.

If it weren't for the huge wealth of the Gramorgan, which was too important and extremely valuable, and could earn hundreds of thousands, or even millions of gold from it, every year, he would have wanted to get rid of it.

The easiest way is to ask the Duke of Silver Star to send someone over to take over the governance of the territory, and then become a hands-off shopkeeper himself.

In this case, the bulk of Glamorgan's tax revenue will definitely fall into the pockets of the Duke of Silver Star.

He asked himself that he had not yet reached the realm of treating the golden shield as dung, so he could only work harder himself.

"Whew, the weather is so nice!"

Wren was half-lying on the balcony of his study, dressed loosely, and on a small table next to him, freshly squeezed juices and delicate pastries, blowing in the early spring breeze.

From the balcony, he could see the small half of the territory with his eyesight.

In the vast expanse of farmland, thousands of farmers are plowing and sowing the seeds of spring.

At the end of the view, the skyline of the six deep corners business district is high-rise, and further up, the Wezeland Floating City hangs high in the sky, which is spectacular.

Taking a sip of the juice, Wren put his hands behind his head, very relaxed.

If there is no prophecy, there is no need to investigate the task for Master Anzai, and there is no need to work hard with people, just go down like this, and be a noble moth who oppresses the commoners, the life of the lord is still very good.

Moreover, this will not delay the pursuit of supernatural power.

With a little effort to manage the territory, copy some things from the earth, and engage in a few more "inventions", it will not take a few years to obtain the "money power" by yourself.

Usually meditate and exercise, take potions every day, and the growth of soul power is not slow.

If you want to buy any demon soul, if you can't buy it for the time being, you can also spend money to hire someone to hunt it, and magic equipment is not a problem, as long as you have enough money, even epic equipment has a chance to buy.

Turning a golden shield into power is both easy and secure.

"It's a pity......"

"Isn't it good to let such a beautiful floating city run well? Why would anyone have the idea of fighting it?"

Wren looked at the Floating City, shook his head and sighed.

Osilia, who was sitting on another recliner next to him and reading quietly, couldn't help but turn her head when she heard his words, and was just about to speak, when she suddenly looked at a corner of the balcony with a wary look.

Wren sensed the change as well, and turned his head to see a translucent humanoid silhouette rapidly appearing.

It's Ysso.

He hurriedly stopped the iridescent dragon in the spell: "Celia, he is his own person. ”