Al walked over to the viscount as he thought about how to speak.

"Our little master is back", a somewhat deep voice sounded in his ears, "Yes, the body is much stronger than before".

Al looked up like the source of the voice, and a middle-aged man about two meters tall looked at him, stroked the beard at the corner of his mouth, and said with a look of relief.

"This kid is still as introverted as before, and he doesn't say hello when he sees your Uncle Barton." Looking at the viscount who didn't speak, he said with some hatred.

"Haha, what's this, is Al still a kid, and there's still a lot of time to exercise, and besides, didn't he just do that thing quite well, very much in the style of my time", Barton laughed.

"Sure enough, did you already know what happened at the city gate just now?" Al thought to himself. Sneaking a glance at the viscount's face, with a relieved expression, it didn't look like an angry look.

"That's good", he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Obediently walked to Barton's side and called "Hello Uncle Barton", Barton slapped his shoulder with relief, Al stumbled, only to feel a strong force coming from his shoulder, and almost didn't fall. If it weren't for the fact that some time ago, he strengthened his physique with endless water bags, and he would definitely be ugly now.

Quickly leaving this Uncle Barton, he sat quietly in the chair at the desk, and quietly watched the Viscount and Barton begin to discuss.

Patton, one of the three silver-level powerhouses on the bright side of Goldfinch City, is a professional giant axe warrior who has been guarding the front line all year round. If it weren't for the Warcraft siege this time, I guess I wouldn't have seen him.

When I saw Barton in the distance, I only thought that he was strong, and when I observed him up close, I realized that what I said was too one-sided.

The beastly huge body just sits there, giving people a sense of oppression. And the muscles bulging out on his body are like rocks, and the scars that are densely covered in the body are not difficult to imagine how many battles this person has experienced.

The most conspicuous thing is the huge axe leaning aside, just looking at the axe Al doesn't want to take a second look, it is estimated that he will not be able to pick up the axe in this life, let alone pick it up and fight, the terrifying volume and weight make people sigh.

Watching Barton and the Viscount point to a map and discuss and communicate, occasionally when Barton said "bang", a slap on the desk, the dull echo made Al roll his eyes, curious if the desk could withstand the destruction.

As for his father on the other side, he didn't look carefully because of the headache and other reasons when he first crossed last time, and he was only able to observe quietly until this time.

is different from Barton's formidable deterrent, his father, Viscount Will, is only about 1.8 meters tall, but the momentum he occasionally exudes is more oppressive than Patton's.

His facial features are delicate. But his father's face is sharply contoured, the bridge of his nose is high, and his resolute and handsome face is occasionally tense, giving people an inexplicable sense of awe.

Staring curiously at the map, the mountains, rivers, cities, villages, towns, and farmland were displayed on it clearly, almost comparable to the satellite maps of the previous life.

Staring at the map, the map is a high-level secret in this world, except for a few people in charge of the city, it is rare to see such a clear map.

The Plantagenet is in the center of the map. Surrounding the Plantagenet is a large plain with vast expanses of farmland. Occasionally, you can see villages and towns in the middle of the road.

To the southeast is a vast ocean, to the north is a mountain area, and all the major towns are to the west and south, except for a few small villages and towns that are insignificant.

This is clearly visible on the map, with town forts densely packed to the west and south.

There was a forest to the south and a swamp to the west, and they all had a skull drawn in red pen, and even the little white El could feel the danger of the mark.

Al drank the first glass of sweet juice and made his stomach a little swollen, and the discussion between Barton and the viscount came to an end, accompanied by the viscount's majestic voice: "Mobilize some resources, strengthen the city defenses, and at the same time, after the autumn harvest is over, once again sign a group of people to be a mobile force, and be prepared to abandon a part of the town if necessary", as the main direction to end the discussion.

With a full hiccups, Al watched the two of them finish their discussion, and immediately followed the movements in his memory, and threw himself into the Viscount's arms very skillfully.

Although the soul from his previous life made him feel embarrassed in his heart, he was immediately relieved after silently emphasizing a few words in his heart, "You can't let people notice your difference". After all, the self that came through is the husband who survived and gradually integrated into the world.

Pretending to be innocent, he began to sue Louis. After adding fuel to the vinegar to portray himself as a weakling, and how arrogant Louis was, he almost pointed to his nose and said that he was a waste, and he accidentally injured him in desperation.

"Oh, did you accidentally break someone's limbs, it's really rare to be careless." Barton, who was on the side, immediately began to laugh.

Ignoring the old scoundrel Barton who liked to joke with him, Al stared at his father, Viscount Will.

"And what are you going to do with me?" the viscount asked himself with a smile.

Killed, scrapped, this will definitely not work. In my memory, this father was a person who valued the family bloodline more, and rewarded them with some good things every once in a while, otherwise Louis and Chrissy would not have advanced to the senior apprenticeship so quickly.

Then, send him far away, out of sight and out of mind.

After telling his request, Viscount Will looked at his son with some relief.

"Al, you have to remember that people must be tolerant and not too extreme......."

"Well, I know my father, but that Jack ......" After listening to the Viscount's routine, Al did not forget to tell the Viscount about the Lord's behavior.

"I see", the viscount didn't say anything, just lightly said that he knew.

"Alright, alright", Barton on the side interrupted a little impatiently as he looked at the expression of father and son getting along in harmony, "I'll leave if there's nothing to do, there are a lot of things to deal with on the front line."

"Wait, Uncle Barton," Al exclaimed sweetly.

Viscount and Barton looked at Al suspiciously at the same time, it was rare for El to take the initiative to talk to someone.

"Well, I recently read the magic book handed down by my family and had some feelings, and I want Uncle Barton to stuff a few high-level apprentices for me to use."

"Good fellow, I said why did you shout so sweetly. You want me as soon as you open your mouth", Barton looked at Al with a wry smile, "At most, you will be given ten senior apprentices, twenty intermediate apprentices, in more, you go to your father." After hesitating, Barton said distressedly.

"Thank you, Uncle Barton," Al cried out with delight, anyway, to eat the benefits of his mouth first.

"Why do you want so many people, isn't it enough to have Zack's protection?

"I want to go to the harbor to the south and make sure I don't go to dangerous places," Al explained with a bitter face.

The south side is basically not dangerous as long as it does not go deep into the sea. Thinking of this Viscount's mood was a little better, "I'll assign you twenty senior apprentices and thirty intermediate apprentices here, don't mess around", the viscount advised. The incident at the gates made him realize that El was not well protected.

Al's eyes were crooked with a smile, he didn't expect this receipt to be so big.

The first-order bronze profession in Golden Bird City is not more than a hundred points now, this is still based on a complete training inheritance, if you change to a small city, it would be good to have more than twenty.

There are thirty high-level apprentices in his hands, and under the effect of the endless water bag, if there are ten first-order professionals, his mouth can be crooked.

Although there were more than a hundred first-order professionals in Golden Bird City, they had to control the surrounding eight hundred miles of land, which was equivalent to the area of a large city in the previous life. And he has ten professionals at once, belonging to himself, equivalent to one-tenth of the power of Goldfinch City in his hands, and he will wake up with a smile when he dreams.