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Outside the city, a black-clothed thief held a dagger behind him, and in front of him lay a gray-robed mage, and beneath his feet was a shattered earth of white bones.

If Wu Ming was here at this time, he would definitely find the stronghold in the mouth of the thief, which was the white bone altar he had seen in the mass grave.

Moreover, unlike when he saw it, the white bone altar at this time was like jade, even if it was broken, there was a faint mysterious aura revealed, like a broken work of art, and it was no longer an evil altar composed of white bones.

"I don't have much time left, in the entire southern region, there are a total of 365 undead transformation altars, and each altar, as long as there is a second-turn necromancer presiding over it, it will continuously produce soldiers. It's a pity that at this stage before I was reborn, I was just an ordinary person, and when the undead natural disaster came, the whole person followed the flow in a daze, and I didn't participate in the big event at all.

Even the transformation altars around Prague are also because this is my hometown, so I specially inquired about it, and I only found out about it, and I only found out about it. However, knowing half of it is enough, and destroying these six undead transformation altars will greatly reduce the pressure on Tiprag. I could have followed the example of Marshal Jason and raised an army of rebels myself, believing that without these six strongholds, Tiprague would never have been destroyed by a blow as he had done in his previous life. ”

The black-clothed thief whispered with a satisfied expression, his right hand holding the dagger tightened and tightened, and he walked briskly into the distance.

After a hundred paces, suddenly, the roar of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.

The thieves were stunned for a moment, then quickly jumped up a large tree and looked up into the distance, where they saw a group of black cavalry wearing masks, surrounded from a distance.

"No, it's Count Cullen's Black Cavalry..."

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When Wu Ming thought of Green, he didn't know at all that the son of destiny at this time was suffering the first test of his life.

The child of destiny sounds powerful, but the jade is not a weapon, but because of his special identity, he will encounter more difficulties than ordinary people.

Just like learning from the West, only after surviving can you achieve positive results.

If you can't stand it, then you don't need to say anything, just like Grimm failed in his previous life, whether his so-called rebirth is really reborn, or whether he will do it again after failure, who can say for sure.

"Lucy, it's time for us to go." Wu Ming collected the golden ticket and took Lucy out of the door.

Miss Black Dragon looked very happy, although her little face was tense, Wu Ming could still clearly see the look of longing in her eyes.

Catch the carriage and head all the way to the town hall.

The town hall is located in the north of the city, next to the Earl's Court, and is surrounded by people who are either rich or rich.

Wu Ming sat in the carriage and passed by a noble mansion, his eyes flickered slightly.

This is the seat of the Parcival family, and it is also the memory of Wu Ming's body, a place that Gart loves and hates.

Wu Ming is not Gat, but Gatt is him, and after the soul is fused, the two are already indistinguishable from each other.

At this time, revisiting his hometown, Wu Ming's heart was full of touch, because he saw a person he didn't want to see, that is, Gatt's father, Viscount Charlotte.

After a few months of not seeing, Viscount Charlotte still has the same demeanor, the mustache on the corner of his mouth is slightly upturned, and he is standing at the door talking to a teenager.

That young man was three points similar to Wu Ming's appearance, and he didn't even have to think about it to know that this young man should be the illegitimate child.

"This person..."Wu Ming noticed Viscount Charlotte, and the other party also saw him.

When Charlotte, who was carrying a civilized stick and wearing a top hat, saw that Wu Ming was actually driving the carriage, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" The young man looked at the fourteen or fifteen years old, looked up at Viscount Charlotte and asked.

Viscount Charlotte snorted coldly, poked the civilization stick in his hand to the ground, and said coldly: "Garu, that coachman, is your good brother." Hmph, it's really a shame to give our Percival family a long face, and it's really shameful to fall into this role! ”

Looking at each other, Wu Ming did not stop to say hello, and Viscount Charlotte did not open his mouth to call him.

Perhaps, the moment he saw Wu Ming driving the carriage again, Viscount Charlotte no longer regarded him as his son.

Wu Ming didn't know what Viscount Charlotte thought, he only knew that no matter what the other party thought, he smiled slightly and didn't care.

The so-called relatives, what is a relative, and only those who are close to each other are called relatives.

If Viscount Charlotte really cared about Gart and Anne, Viscount Charlotte should have appeared when they left Forest Town.

Obviously, Viscount Charlotte did not appear, if it weren't for Wu Ming occupying Garth's body, I'm afraid that Garte and Anne might be living on the streets.

Such a father, even if Wu Ming fuses Garth's soul, he only treats him as a stranger, how can he care about what the other party thinks.

"Is this my brother?" Hearing Viscount Charlotte's words, Garu looked at the back of the carriage from a distance and whispered to himself: "I really want to thank you, if you weren't so uncompetitive, how could I, an illegitimate son, have a bright future!" I am afraid you don't know, but in a moment my father will take me to Count Cullen, and I will take an oath before him to officially become the heir of the House of Percival, and to say goodbye to my poor brother. ”

The carriage drifted away, and no one stopped for anyone.

Wu Ming didn't feel anything, but when he saw a familiar stranger, Lucy heard the discussion outside, lifted the curtain and looked out twice.

Smiled back, although Lucy did not smile, with a cold attitude, she had a different style.

The moment Garu saw Lucy, the look on his face froze, and he only felt as if he had been hit by an arrow in his heart, and a longing surged from the depths of his heart.

Using Bai Juyi's poems to express it, it can well describe this mentality.

The Han Emperor was heavy on the country, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years. The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night. In the heavens wish to be a winged bird, in the earth is willing to be a branch, the sky is long and sometimes the end, this hatred is endless.

Garu didn't know Bai Juyi's long-term hatred song, but he couldn't refuse the feelings in his heart, and he longed to turn into a little bee and fly to Lucy's side to wander.

If Wu Ming knew his idea of a cheap brother, he would definitely laugh back and forth.

When the ghost first grows up, Lucy is more than seventy meters old, and she is old enough to be Garu's grandmother.

Sure enough, this is still a world that looks at appearance, and the so-called love at first sight is just a matter of seeing flowers in the fog.

Subodhi said that all the Dharma appearances are false, and they should not be seen as they are.

I don't know if Garu dares to believe in love anymore after seeing Lucy's body.

"Stop, this is the town hall, and the carriage is parked somewhere else."

After passing by Viscount Charlotte, half an hour later, the carriage arrived at the gate of the city hall, and two ironclad warriors in sharp armor stopped Wu Ming and Lucy.

Wu Ming didn't argue with him, drove the carriage to an open field, and then took Lucy back.

"We want to buy a castle with a garden, a mountain, and preferably a lake, and the price is not a problem." Walking into the city hall, Wu Ming found a tax officer and said what he wanted.

On the side, Lucy, who had been watching coldly, suddenly spoke at this time: "The garden should be big, the mountain should be high, and the lake should be deep, and I will ask him for money." ”

At the end, Lucy stretched out her hand and pointed at Wu Ming, her eyes full of anticipation.

Of course, Wu Ming would not object, so he simply nodded, looking like he was a big money.

The tax officer in charge of the real estate was a middle-aged man in his forties, and after hearing such a request, he looked at Wu Ming and the others very strangely.

On weekdays, the vast majority of people who come to him to handle real estate are middle-aged and elderly, teenagers and girls come to buy a house together, which is really rare.

Considering the age of the two, the tax collector didn't say that he couldn't do it, but just said: "The price of the castle starts at least 10,000 gold coins, and it requires a noble status, do you have it?" ”

"Need nobility?" Wu Ming was a little surprised, and looked at the tax officer twice.

The tax collector shrugged his shoulders and said in a low voice, "The castle is tall and sturdy, a symbol of nobility. So, there was a clear order from above that the people who bought and sold the castle could only be nobles. If you don't, there are actually more compromises, such as asking a noble family to vouch for it, so that you can buy it. ”

As he spoke, the tax collector rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a few contract notes.

In the contract, the so-called guarantee conditions are written, as well as the obligations of both parties.

If Wu Ming chooses to buy a castle by guarantee, he needs to pay a guarantee fee of 200 gold coins to the nobles who vouch for him every year.

In this way, Wu Ming was spared the trouble of not being a nobleman, and some down-and-out nobles also had income.

From a small perspective, the class difference between the nobles and the commoners may be greater than he thought.

Fortunately, before Wu Ming came over, he had the idea of buying the title of honorary nobleman, and it seems that this idea can be advanced.

"I want to buy an honorary title of nobility, is there someone here who can call the shots?" Wu Ming asked.

"Are you serious?" The tax collector confirmed it again.

Wu Ming nodded, he had plans to do this, but he didn't know how much it would cost.

"Turn left at the Earl's Court, and if you're not kidding, the Earl will invite you to the table. On the contrary, if you are making me laugh, then you succeed, and the Count will send you to the gallows, and I will definitely go to see you tomorrow. ”

The explanation given by the tax officer was very simple, Wu Ming looked at him seriously, nodded and said, "Thank you..."

Wu Ming didn't know anything when he nodded, and fate played a joke again.

Because at this moment, a carriage with the coat of arms of the Percival family was driving into the Count's Palace, and everyone was about to meet again.