Chapter 125: Revisited

"All my money is here," Tarrant wrenched his neck at the stack of gold tickets, "let's organize it within this range." โ€

"What I'm talking about has nothing to do with money. โ€

"What do you mean?"

"Why, why do we have a cocktail party?" all those who are invited will ask," the butler said, holding his hand, "and it will determine whether they will be in formal dress or casual attire, and if it is not specified, your friends will even come in armor." โ€

The steak choked in his mouth, and Tarrant looked up, "...... An ordinary party?"

"What would they think about a normal party when you're in a formal gown, Lynn would tapped you on the shoulder and say, 'Hey, are you going to propose?' โ€

"You're right-" Tarrant put down his knife and fork, they needed a suitable excuse to keep anyone from thinking of the proposal before the surprise was revealed, "Is there any festival in the kingdom?"

"The most recent festival is two months later. โ€

Headache question, Tarrant pushed the steak away, "Uncle has prepared a rare gift for Katrina, I can borrow it......"

"......" Stewart did not speak.

โ€œ...... It's just a joke, let me think about it seriously", Tarrant stood up, "Didn't something happen to Siant?"

"The Aurora Tower is almost complete. โ€

"Aurora Tower, yes, we should cheer for the completion of this new watchtower, it will make our city safer, come and raise a glass to it", Tarrant scratched his hair, the scene only proved that everyone was crazy.

"You've got a week left," Stewart said as he walked to the storage room. "I'll make sure I have enough fuel left. โ€

"Need help?" the fuel would be heavy, and Tarrant was worried that the butler's waist would sprain.

"You overestimate our reserves. โ€

Tarrant sunk into the soft couch with newspapers on the cabinet, and he picked one up. According to the visitor, its main structure has been completed and is expected to be officially opened in two weeks, and the king will climb to the top of the tower to look out at the city on the first day of official use, and bless Siant.

The timing coincided, but it didn't really have much to celebrate for Tarrant and the people around him, and he continued to scroll down. An adventuring team discovered a rare ostrich whose feathers change color with the intensity of light, and the gorgeous effect of multicolored gems was highly sought after by the aristocracy, and each feather can now be sold for 10 gold coins. Poor birds, hoping they will escape extinction.

The remaining pages are about the gossip in Sinant, and the private affairs between Sir and Mrs. have actually appeared in the newspapers, and the only news with a sense of justice is that Sir Lynn donated bedding and food to the orphanage in the Lotus Lantern District.

Tarrant grabbed another newspaper, and the conflict between Honagar and Donalon escalated. The two empires were at odds over the ownership of an island in the canal, which was only a quarter of the size of the fortified area, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it a reef, which had been peaceful for the past few years. Recently, however, there have been several fishermen's clashes, and a fisherman from Donalon has infiltrated Honagar and attempted to assassinate an Imperial official and was arrested. The situation deteriorated dramatically, and once it was discovered that the assassination was behind the support of Donalons. War will break out along the coast, supplies and troops on both sides of the strait are being assembled, and heavy throwing devices have been installed.

Equally dangerous were the shores of Gonzas, where the peasant-turned-pirates were dealt a heavy blow, Wilsing's strong pursuit sank their last remaining ship, Moro had stopped exporting food, the entire land would starve to death, the peasants had put eight representatives to the lord for help but were imprisoned, and the lord's convoy began to suppress protests and riots.

Tragically, Gonzhas is a lordship, the king leases the land to powerful lord families, they pay taxes for the king every year and ensure the security of the territory, so those families have absolute power in the territory, their private army is called the guard, and now the lord actually sends the guard army to suppress the citizens and mobs.

The news didn't make Tarrant's mood happy, there were too many injustices to help with, and the ability of the Light to Shelter was limited, he threw down the newspaper, "Butler, I need to go out and get some fresh air." โ€

Stewart walked out with a canister in his hand, "That's all, it takes ten times as much fuel to light up each basin here." โ€

"You decide," Tarrant walked to the door, where a stranger had stood since then.

"Hello," said the stranger sluggishly, "are you Sir Tarrant?"

"There is no jazz here," said the stranger, dressed in a crude robe, and Tarrant immediately thought of the butler's call to the visitor, "what can be done for you." โ€

"It's great to meet you," the stranger walked in, "I have some questions that I urgently need your answers." โ€

"Please be seated," Tarrant motioned to the butler, "prepare afternoon tea for this guest, if we still have it." โ€

"Of course," the butler squinted and turned.

"Put the oil tank here, you don't have to walk around with it", Tarrant was sure the guest wouldn't mind, and from what the other person was dressed to look like a mage or a seeker, "what do you want to know?"

"What do you think of spells", the stranger smiled strangely, similar to a wicked taste.

Tarrant stared at him, without introducing himself, and asked an abrupt question, which made people feel unpleasant, "Spells? I don't know spells, I know almost nothing, you should go find a mage." โ€

"You have such a wealth of experience, you must have come into contact with many outstanding and great mages, what do you think of them?"

It seems to be pointed, Tarrant analyzes the identity of the other party, the other party's face is thin, there is a vague stubble on the chin, and short hair is messy, which proves that he is not very refined and has been in a state of disorderly diet for a long time, what is even more strange is that his fingers are sewn with black and green sรจ dirt, and he is wearing a black sรจ agate ring on his middle finger that does not match the image of his master, and he is definitely not a seeker, "Yes, those mages - very good", Tarrant prevaricated with an empty answer.

"'Good', do you think they're good too?" the stranger lowered his head, a foul smell in his hair.

"The mage has done a lot for us that can't be ignored, and no one will deny that," Tarrant held his breath.

"Then what attitude should we have towards the mage?"

"No, there is no need for a special gesture, everyone is contributing to the surroundings, this is the strength of society, common progress, mutual respect. โ€

"Hehe", the stranger's shoulders twitched, "do you think everyone is equal, and do all the garbage that lives just to live also deserve respect?"

Tarrant felt hostile, and he didn't know why the man in front of him was here.

"What great masters do you know?" the stranger asked.

The words were full of provocation and sarcasm, and Tarrant decided to end the aimless conversation, "What do you want to ask? โ€

"Peace has made the mages mediocre and lazy, they have not created anything of value for a long time, in your society the so-called greatness is only a trivial perfunctory, the world is groggy and going to death, and some are destined to take on the mission of awakening it and opening up new worlds with spells. โ€

Arrogant declaration, Tarrant coughed, the kind of clamor that only a man in a frenzy could say, "So...... What should these people with important missions do?"

"The outstanding mages have spontaneously stood up, and they will soon use their wisdom to complete their mission, to change humanity, to change the redstone", the stranger's gaze moved to the dragon emblem, "other filthy bedbugs don't want this change, they would rather rot in peace, and the sages who lead the world to immortality are treated as demons, heroes, what do you think of this garbage?"

"Hmm-" The dragon emblem was placed on the table between the two, and Tarrant calculated the time it would take to grab the weapon, less than two seconds, but the other party might stop it with a magic missile, "Is it the Sage or the Demon that depends on the way they take, a peaceful transition? Bloody death? When a person is indifferent to life, no matter how many achievements he has, he does not deserve anyone's respect." โ€

"Hehehe", the stranger slowly raised his head, "we just need the result, those who can't adapt to the change will be eliminated naturally, and the dark jฤซng spirit has proven this, the process of immortality doesn't care how many people disappear." โ€

Stewart came over with a plate, "Two cups of daisy tea." โ€

"Get out of here!" Tarrant said to the butler, staring closely at the stranger's hand.

"Some lives are destined to be used to set off the glory of others, worthless", the hand wearing the ring suddenly pointed at the butler, and the black sรจ energy gathered.

"No!" the moment Tarrant flew towards the greatsword......, the energy was already out!

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