After escaping from Joede's harassment, Roque had to urge the slaves to hurry up, listening to the other party's poetry, it was almost numb, and more than thirty carriages slowly started moving, and the scene was not small.

Roque rode at the front of the group, and in a few moments Mary rode up and walked alongside him.

Joed seemed to have forgotten about the bards, and it seemed to him that it was more important to take care of the supplies than anything else, especially since some of the carriages did not seem to be sturdy.

"Whoever is who, be careful, don't let the horses be frightened. ”

"As for you, watch the road under your feet and don't let the wheels sink in. ”

"Oh my God, can you be smarter, driving is not like this. ”

The team had just set off, and Joed's voice never stopped, as if he was a butler, and kept whining at the slaves.

Originally, these people were disdainful of the bard, and in the Black Valley, they usually joked about each other, but now it is different, although Roque has not explicitly introduced it, but all the slaves understand that the sky has changed, and now Joed is not something they can provoke.

"Roque, is the village of Ari pretty?"

Mary was looking forward to it, and in her imagination, it must be a beautiful and quiet place, with laughter on everyone's faces.

This is not a blind illusion, if you can get out of a powerful person like Roque, the place where he is must not be bad, Maili always thinks so.

"Yali Village, very poor and dilapidated, only some tents, some vegetable patches, I don't know how it looks, there is a wall, and I have made a stone tablet. ”

"You don't have to think too much about it, or the reality will blow you up, the population is very small, only a few men and some women and children, in short, it is very deserted, everything has to start from scratch. Roque said bluntly.

Listening to the other party's words, Mei Li was speechless, and the beautiful picture imagined in her heart was instantly shattered, but she did not feel lost, on the contrary, she was full of anticipation.

"My lord, are you telling the truth?"

At this moment, Joyd's voice came from behind him, and he saw that the other party was sitting in the carriage at the front, as if he had just finished his work, and he heard what Roque said.

"Yes, did you feel disappointed?" Roque asked with a smile instead of looking back.

"Of course not, on the contrary, I am very excited, the village of Ari is just getting started, I will definitely make a big difference, my lord, I want to make a request!" said Joed very seriously.

"Yes, I promised. Roque replied briskly.

"My lord, I haven't said what I'm asking for, don't you want to know?" Joed looked surprised, and he admired such a heart.

"Yali Village is now a blank sheet of paper, and you, Joed, are the painters who are about to paint, what kind of work this blank paper can become, it all depends on how you play it, let it go, I know this is your request, I give you all the right to decide. ”

"Your Excellency. Joed's heart was filled with emotion, and he suddenly felt like he had met a confidant.

"Thank you for your trust, I won't let you down. Joed solemnly promised.

"I'm convinced of that. Roque affirmed that from the first time he saw the other party, he understood that this was a young man who could do things.

"I am very pleased with the trust of my lords, and I want to recite poetry for you again. ”

"Drive!"

Roque didn't give Joed a chance, he quickly kicked the horse in the belly and gradually distanced himself from the team.

"Mary, I found that adults don't like to listen to people's poetry, what should I do? Joed was so distressed that he could only complain to Mary.

"Maybe he likes to sing. Looking at Joe with a helpless face, Mary whispered.

After the war, the Westridge Plateau was divided by the victors, with the Kingdom of Diya occupying a piece, the Northridge Kingdom occupying a piece, and the Kingdom of Lothar occupying a piece.

In the lands occupied by the Kingdom of Dia, there is a prosperous big city, Black Marsh City, and in fact, in the lands occupied by the other two countries, there is also a prosperous big city in each.

Many years ago, there were more than a dozen big cities on the Xiling Plateau, they belonged to different countries, and until now, there are only three left, and no one knows how long they can hold out.

There is a small town of Boer under the jurisdiction of Black Marsh City, which is the fief of Viscount Leo, he is an arrogant nobleman, and his family has a lot of energy in the kingdom.

The people of Boer were already familiar with the change of lords, but they swore that the Viscount Leo was the most difficult to serve this time.

As civilians, you can be thankful that you can be fed and clothed, they have always done this, but as soon as this lord came, he directly began to issue administrative orders.

In my territory, I only want to see clean, tidy, hygienic and beautiful, and the rest I don't want to see and don't want to see.

Viscount Leo's brief request made the residents of Boer town exhausted, and they had to clean the town every now and then just for the sake of cleanliness.

There were no decent and well-dressed civilians at home, and they didn't even dare to go out on the streets, for fear of being captured by the Viscount's men.

They have to spend half of their time greening the town, building lawns, flower beds, and even planting potted plants in their own homes.

What to eat is more strict, the leftover food must not be discarded at will, it must be disposed of according to the requirements, the poultry and livestock must be kept away from the town, even the toilets are mandatory, there can be no smell, once discovered, directly reduced to slavery.

Wyante returned to the familiar town in a carriage, his mood had already fallen to the bottom, and he had left empty-handed, and now he had returned empty-handed.

There was a huge manor house in the town, and the servants in it were busy, and the magnificent castle exuded a majestic momentum, which weighed down the servants who had to run for their lives.

On a wicker chair in a small garden sat a young man in his twenties, dressed in rich costumes and glittering with a gemstone ring in his hand.

The young man's face was handsome, his eyes were bright, his body was well-proportioned, and he was swaying back and forth with his legs crossed. Her mid-length brown hair was scattered, and a few strands of curly bangs slanted in front of her forehead.

The maid on the side was carefully mixing milk tea, and she looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the whole small garden was just her and the young man.

Let's go!

Maybe she was too nervous, the maid's hand trembled slightly, and a full cup of milk tea was spilled on the table.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my lord, please forgive me. The maid's face turned pale instantly, and she knelt down towards the young man sitting on the wicker chair, and pleaded incessantly.

The young man's feet fell to the ground, the rattan chair he was sitting on stopped shaking instantly, and his eyes fell on the table sprinkled with milk tea, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

"Damn it, you soiled my table, unforgivable, now get out of here and take your parents to the mines, you're going to die there!"