Faust's side was in a mess, but Professor Pacien was not much better. Under Lucien's guidance, a group of nine people soon arrived at the mayor's house. The mayor of Marula is actually the leader of the local lumberjacks and the president of the trade association.

"Tuk tuk. Lucien knocked on the door of the mayor's house. There is no shortage of wood in the small town of Marula, so although the house is not decorated, it is big enough, and it looks new, and it should have been built in less than a year.

Like other natural settlements, the town of Marula is a chaotic town with the mayor's mansion located in the corner of the village, near the foothills of Mount Gisar – built here only because it has a large enough flat vacant lot.

"Da-da-da-da. There was a series of hurried footsteps behind the door, and an old female voice answered the door: "It's coming, it's coming, who's coming?"

"It's me, Aunt Marula. Lucien replied cheerfully.

"It's you, Lucien. With a "creak", the wooden door was pulled open, and a kind old woman poked her head out, and she almost immediately spotted the men who were following Lucian, and perhaps their outfits aroused the suspicion of Mrs. Marula, who hesitated to ask, "Who are these ......?"

Lucien replied truthfully, "They are the retinue of Lord Faustus...... Oh, Lord Faustus is a nobleman who passed through our town, and now I have been taken in by him as a retinue. "Lucien is a teenager after all, and he wants everyone to know about something happy.

The other party still didn't let his guard down, "They're here to fight Red Rock City?"

"No, no, the old man came from the other side of the jungle. Lucien quickly shook his head in denial.

Mrs. Marula seemed relieved, "Whew...... So, they are here to stay overnight?" The mansion is not only the mayor's home, but also the town office, the inn, and the inn. The town's public affairs are decided here, and some of the merchants who come to inspect the timber and fruit stay here. That is why Mrs. Marula was quick to make such a conjecture.

"That's right, Master Faust and Brother Albon don't know where they went, so I'll take the rest of my lord's entourage here to settle down first. Lucien was very happy to-day, and he was very energetic in his work as a guide, "I'm going to look for them." With that, he ran away.

Mrs. Marula watched Lucien trot all the way into the alley, shook her head, and scolded with a smile: "This boy has no time to ......."

It wasn't until Lucien was gone that she remembered her fellow travelers, and she apologized to Professor Pacian, who was standing at the head of the line, "Oh...... I'm sorry to keep you waiting, come with me, I'll pick a room for you. ”

Professor Pacien took the lead, crossing the threshold to follow Mrs. Marula, followed by Reinhardt and Annabella—the relationship between the two did not seem to have changed, and they were separated by about five paces, as if there were four men in the column, and the invisible man walked between Annabella and Reinhardt.

The six guards behind them didn't follow, and they struggled to drive the lizards around the back of the house so that they could unload their luggage on a leashed cart - it had taken their toll on them to think about how to tie the lizards to the horses.

Their drudgery was still there, but physical fatigue was not much of a matter in this team. Annabella and Reinhardt were the most painful people in the team - and it was they who tortured them.

Annabella had a very depressing time along the way - Reinhardt refused to communicate with her in depth on the grounds of a tiring journey, and even the usual daily communication was silent, and whenever Annabella wanted to stir up a topic about the future, he always avoided it in a vague way.

"Haha, you can't find a reason this time, can you?" said Annabella, who was about to announce that she would sleep in the same room as Reinhardt.

"Bang. Before he could speak, Reinhardt went straight into a room, closed the door, and after a while there was a soft "click" sound, apparently locking the door from the inside.

This almost crooked Annabella's nose! She knew that Reinhardt had seen through her intentions, so she took the first step, chose the room, and locked the door.

"Hmph!" Annabella repeatedly accommodated Reinhardt, but it was unbearable to encounter such a situation, she deliberately chose a room away from Reinhardt, and slammed the door in a rage.

Professor Pacien looked left and right, and finally shrugged helplessly, and smiled apologetically at Mrs. Marula, who was supposed to be the mayor's wife, "Then I'll live in the middle room." So he opened the door and laid a little of his luggage by the door.

Mrs. Marula understands this incident, "I have also been young, and it is inevitable that there will be some conflicts between young lovers. Mrs. Marula took two steps back, "I'm downstairs, if you want to eat, come downstairs and call me, and I'll prepare it for you." ”

Annabella and Reinhardt, each with their own agendas, now huddled in their rooms sulking, not very concerned with trivial matters. But Professor Pacion is different, he's the kind of person who has to make trouble about everything, and now he won't be honestly a good baby.

He stopped Mrs. Marula, "Mrs. Marula, with all due respect, you must be the mayor's wife?"

Mrs. Marula nodded, "Yes, do you see it by my husband's surname?" Anyone can guess about it, and Mrs. Marula is not surprised by this.

Professor Pacien nodded, "Yes, I just have a question for you. ”

"Speak, please. Naturally, Mrs. Marula had no reason to refuse a guest's question.

"Are you bothering the Messenger of the Lord of Redstone? I mean, Marula is still a borough. Professor Pacien gave Mrs. Marula a meaningful look.

In this kind of colonial town, which lacks history, it is normal to choose the mayor of the town, and a small group of people form a group to open up the wasteland, and the leader of the town will naturally become the head of the town. Such a town was a self-governing town, and the colony was officially incorporated into the empire as soon as the local government recognized its legitimacy.

The town of Marula is now at this stage, where the population and size have reached the corresponding level, and only the approval of the local government is needed.

"You...... How do you see that?" was taken aback, as her husband had received a secret letter from the Lord of Redstone a few days earlier, but he had not said anything about it—this was not good news for the townspeople, and they would have to pay an additional tax once Marula Town came under Redstone's jurisdiction.

It is precisely for this reason that Mayor Marula does not want to become a vassal of the Empire so soon - unlike the northern colonies, which are struggling to survive, the south is fertile and abundant, and lacks enemies, so why should he pay a tax for nothing?

"Don't worry, we are not the city lord's secret envoys, on the contrary, we are on your side and your husband's side. Professor Pacien blinked as Faust had done so—he was now fond of imitating Faust's expression, and Faust was almost the most flexible in his face he had ever seen.

"Is your husband free, why don't you introduce him to me?" Professor Pacion pulled out a smile—a smile that was still eighty percent similar to Faust's, only a little less restrained, a little more crazy.

Faust fled from the ready-to-wear shop in a panic, and by the time he came to his senses, he had already departed from the path he had traveled.

Faust is not worried, although the town of Marula is chaotic in planning, and the streets and alleys are full of alleys, but it is not very large, and there are many pedestrians on the road, so there is no need to be afraid of getting lost.

As long as he was far away from the damn ready-to-wear shop, Faust was happy.

Now that he is out of the devil's cave, Faust is not in a hurry to make peace with the others, so he walks through the streets, which can be regarded as experiencing the scenery of the densely populated place again.

Faust was a typical urban animal, unable to tolerate the inaccessible and poorly infrastructural countryside, let alone the stench and poor food.

The current small-town scenery could temporarily alleviate his symptoms of urban illness if he had the money. The problem now is that Faust has a lot of valuable things, but none of them on him. All the valuable things were placed on the guards' carts. As a result, Faust could not even barter.

Just as Faust was in trouble, a steady voice came from behind him, "This gentleman, I would like to ask, do you know how to get to the mayor's mansion in Marula Town?"

When Faust heard this, he turned around, "Coincidentally, I'm also looking for the mayor's residence, how about we go together?"

"That's exactly what I thought, sir. The other man bowed slightly, indicating that he agreed with Faust's opinion.

Faust had already seen the other man's appearance. This is a typical gentleman - he wears beige close-fitting breeches on the lower half of his body, a pair of calfskin boots and gold threads, a loose shirt on the upper body, a large puff of lace around his neck, and a short black tuxedo. The gentleman looked at Faust with a smile on his head, and his long hair with natural curls over his ears, and a neat mustache, the tip of which was playfully upturned.

Faust also saw him with a horsewhip pinned to his waist, apparently riding himself to the town.

"This is a true gentleman. Seventy percent of Faust's admiration was due to the fact that he had finally come into contact with the real aristocracy—the kind that lived in the city. The feudal landlords who lived in the manors were stronger than the peasants, and they were also limited.

"Most of my servant is already in the mayor's mansion, but I'm separated from him, and we just need to wait for him to find us. Faust explained: "In the meantime, we can talk about other things, what do you think?"

"As you wish, sir. "The other party is as good as a stream.