PS: About some people say that I have the number of words, my thoughts are like this, because some people think that my description of the environment and details is not in place, and I personally think that the first part of the writing is a little tight, so I am trying to improve the mastery of writing, and better writing can bring better enjoyment to everyone, of course, if most people think that the redundant description is not needed, then I will change back to the original style. ――――

Iragon did not live in the village, and when he learned that he lived on a farm in the valley outside the village, he asked why he didn't live with the villagers, and Iragon answered honestly.

"I can't afford to pay my taxes."

Nani? Chu Ci was taken aback, could it be that there are still people in this kind of feudal farming economy and society who can't afford to buy suburban houses.

After explaining it again, Iragon realized that it was a tax set by the king, and wherever the king's army was stationed, he had to pay a protection tax to the governor every month to support the king's army, and the king's army would also protect the safety of the villagers.

Iragon's explanation was full of his personal feelings, a strong disdain for the villagers who had a house to 'say that the grapes were sour if they couldn't eat the grapes', and in his opinion, the king's army was the stupid worms of the people, and the kavahe had never been attacked in any way, and these people had never played a role, and he had lived in the valley farms for many years and had never had an accident.

The so-called taxation, on the one hand, is indeed the exploitation of the king, but on the other hand, it also reflects the combination of the king's army and the grassroots people, where the king's army is stationed, can ensure that the people are not harassed by rebels, bandits, and wild beasts in Alageria. This system was not simply brutal exploitation, so although the villagers resented the arbitrariness of the king's army, on the other hand, they were not protected by the king's army at all times. The so-called king does not seem to be a completely brutal tyrant.

Chu Ci looks at things, never treats them with a simple eye, there is a class, there is exploitation, and if you change a king, it is estimated that you will also have to collect taxes to feed the aristocratic class. It's just that I don't know what their state system was like in the era of dragon knights many years ago, and it is difficult to distinguish the advantages and disadvantages.

With a political lesson in his mind, Iragon had already taken Chu Ci to the Valley Farm and introduced him to his family, his uncle Garro, and his cousin Loren.

Yo! A veteran soldier!

Chu Ci's first reaction was to look at Garo's palms, those calloused hands can pick up a steel fork to hit the grass valley, or use a spear to stab the enemy, Iragon is actually not as ordinary and bad as Chu Ci imagined.

"Welcome, sir." Garo subconsciously turned his back to his palms and showed a welcoming smile, looking like a harmless old Mediterranean farmer with hair loss.

"It's a pleasure to have your acceptance." Chu Ci calculated the time slightly, and I am afraid that I will have to stay here for the next two days and wait for the plot to unfold, just before the dragon eggs hatch, and give Iragon a temporary make-up lesson.

Chu Ci gave Garo a piece of alchemy synthesis gold, and Luo Lun was a steel sword that he couldn't put down, these were all synthesized by Chu Ci directly in front of them, stretching out his hand, separating atoms from the soil, and then synthesizing, what appeared out of thin air surprised the three of them, and further determined the identity of Chu Ci's magician, so that he was quickly accepted by the two.

"Chu, what about me? Why don't you have my gifts? The young man of Eragon, seeing Luo Lun happily trying his sword on the flat ground, couldn't hide the envy in his eyes, and hurriedly asked for a gift while Chu Ci hadn't entered his house yet.

"Iragon, you shouldn't use a sword!" Chu Ci turned his head and looked at Iragon seriously, even if Iragon was indeed a good hand with a sword in the original book, but as a knight, the most suitable weapon should undoubtedly be a gun, a dragon knight, and the most suitable one should be a dragon spear!

Glancing at Iragon's thin arm, Chu Ci shook his head, hey, boy, you need a strong and powerful unicorn arm!

"This egg is for you, as a gift." Chu Ci threw the dragon egg in his hand towards Iragon and studied it all day, but Chu Ci didn't want to risk using alchemy to give birth, so he could only hand it over to the master of Tianding.

What is it? An egg? Eragon was depressed, this was weaker than a good sword that glittered.

"Haha! Iragon! What do you get? An egg? It's so powerful, I don't know if I can fry it into a fragrant quiche after prying it open. Loren couldn't help but laugh at him, pointing at Eragorn and quipping, "Maybe it's still the egg of a legendary creature, Iragon, you're rich." ”

Iragon had a fever in his face and argued with a stiff neck: "This is given to me by Mr. Magician, maybe it's still a dragon egg, and when the time comes, I will become a dragon knight, and you can only be a small soldier!" ”

"Good, good! Lord Dragon Knight, you can continue to brag. "Luo Lun didn't believe that Chu Ci would really give Iragon a rare dragon egg in the world.

A bowl of hot soup was served in the house, Chu Ci received it, and while bowing his head and pouting, the corners of his mouth curled up a hint of a joke, perhaps, it was really not bragging.

……

The royal capital of Alagia, a city named after the kingdom, a majestic royal city built against a mountain, built by her rulers from generation to generation, made the city prosperous and clean, white stone paved streets and alleys, the king's people did not live as the rebels said.

Their king is not only dictatorial, but also ambitious, and an ambitious king will not only enjoy the wine of power, but also maintain the kingdom for the sake of power.

Gabotris, the dragon knight with the ultimate black dragon, the king of Algeria, is thundering and furious at the moment.

"Dessa, where is she?"

"Your Majesty, I will find her." Dessa bent down so deeply that no one could see his expression.

"I don't want anyone to get her, bring her back!" Gabotris's dragon power pressed against Desa's back, causing the kingdom's number one wizard to stiffen.

"As you wish, Your Majesty." Desa dissolved into a cloud of mist and disappeared into the castle.

"This insidious and cunning monster of the living dead, it is better not to try to challenge the king's tolerance." Gabotrice's eyes flickered until Desa's aura was completely gone, and he snorted and spoke.

……

For a whole month, Chu Ci stayed on the farm of the Iragon family, the dragon eggs hatched longer than Chu Ci imagined, the autumn wind blew through the ears of wheat in the field, and today came good news, Luo Lun used the sword given by Chu Ci to successfully soak the butcher's daughter Katerina.

On the contrary, Iragon was still practicing the marksmanship taught to him by the military attaché, and a long spear was flat and stable, and it was also a single pistol of great difficulty. Because the military attache believes that a knight, if he cannot achieve the unity of man and horse in the long-term run-in, then one-handed pistol skills are undoubtedly more suitable for knights who need to control the reins of the horse with one hand.

"Sir, you said you want me to be a knight, but just practicing spear skills will work, at least let me ride a horse." That night, after listening to Luo Lun's boasting with red eyes, Iragon finally couldn't help but ask Chu Ci, "Anyway, there are horses on the farm, even if there is no saddle, I can give it a try." ”

"Horses?" When Chu Ci heard this, he was about to continue to appease Iragon and let him continue to lay a good foundation, when the Alchemy Demon Eagle, which had been flying in the air, came with an alarm.

A fast-moving army was approaching Kawahe, and at the same time, Chu Ci's hearing became more and more acute, and he also heard movement in the room, which was Iragon's room, and there was a sharp sound, like a clay pot slamming on the ground, and like a chicken struggling to peck at an eggshell.

Dragon, hatched!

"Eragon, your mount is here!" Chu Ci chuckled and asked Eragon to go back to his room to see the most beautiful miracle of nature.

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