Master Pyros looked at the dirty old man in front of him with disgust, and when he got closer, he felt that the air around him was cloudy. He took a deep breath, and the smell of the earthy smell and the stench of a person who had not bathed for a long time choked him several times.

"These untouchables!", he thought in annoyance, and quickly pulled out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. The handkerchief was bought by Lord Pyros at great expense from passing caravans, and it was said to have been made by the mysterious and powerful mages of the city of Divine Radiance using alchemy, and the smell of perfume was solidified on it, which would never dissipate.

Master Pyros took a deep breath of the aroma, thinking of the surprised and envious expressions on the faces of Fell, Crow and the others when he took out the handkerchief before, and his heart was even more proud.

"Except for me in these four weeks, who can get the good goods in Shenghui City. ", he thought intoxicated.

Only he took two sharp puffs and coughed violently. Old Man Pyros looked at the old man in front of him with annoyance, "It must be because of the smell on his body." He thought to annoyance, and of course he would never admit that it was because the aroma of the handkerchief was so pungent and intense.

After coughing, Mr. Pyros spat two mouthfuls of thick phlegm on the ground, only to feel much more comfortable in his chest. He squinted at the old man and said slowly, "Crossie, your family has been renting this land for more than twenty years, right?"

The old man named Klossie knelt on the ground and replied repeatedly: "That's right, you are merciful, sir, and rewarded our whole family with a mouthful of food." ", said "bumper" and knocked his head on the ground twice.

Master Peros nodded in satisfaction, obviously pleased with the old man's humility. "Do you all believe in the Holy Religion?" he asked suddenly.

The old man was stunned, and hurriedly responded: "Back to the master, of course our family believes in the Holy Religion, are there any people in all directions around this who do not believe in the Holy Religion?"

Listening to the old man's words, Master Perus's face became gloomy as if he was playing a trick, and he ordered loudly in a very impatient tone: "You are not allowed to believe in the Holy Religion in the future!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted loudly: "How can this work!", but when he saw the fierce eyes of Master Peros, his voice immediately lowered, and he said in anticipation: "Great disrespect for the gods, ...... in the future I'm going to hell in the future, sir. ”

"Hmph, what a god, it's only you fools who believe it. The old man Peros snorted coldly, and then he opened his chest as if it was very stuffy, but in this winter, the cold wind made people shiver, and he hurriedly closed his chest, and the pure white striped flower-like chest was grabbed by his big hand, and it was even more chaotic.

When Master Peros saw that he could not get this mind right, he was even more annoyed in his heart, for in fact what the farmer said was exactly what he feared.

"I'm afraid I'm going to go to the deepest part of hell for what I've been doing these days, right?" he thought and shuddered.

But what can he do? Those famous families in Shenghui City, who he usually can't reach, have given death orders to a small nobleman like him, and there are only two ways in front of him: either do it, go to hell or do it after his death, if he doesn't do it, what awaits him is the ruin of his family, and it is really worse than death.

The dilemma of Lord Pyros finally made up his mind: it is better to die than to live, after all, the gods and hell are nothing to do.

He waved his hand indiscriminately and said angrily, "This is not up to you, if you don't quit the Holy Sect, your Krossi family will not be able to cultivate that piece of land." ”

"Anyway, there are people who want to plant, but the whole village can't get around it in a circle. ”

When the old man heard this, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and that land was the lifeblood of their whole family! If there was no land, what would their whole family eat and drink?

He didn't care about anything else, he snorted and cried, crawled over and hugged the thigh of Master Peros and cried: "My lord, you have a lot of them, just spare the old boy." We were really fascinated by ghosts just now, so let's go to the church and withdraw from the church today, but don't drive our family away. ”

"Come on, come on, give it to someone to plant or not, get out of here, don't stain my pants. Seeing that the old man's snot was about to be smeared with his well-cut suit pants, Mr. Pyros hurriedly kicked the old man to the ground.

Old man Klossie didn't mind, and got up from the ground and walked away.

Master Pyros cautiously looked at his trouser leg and was relieved to see that it wasn't dirty.

"How many are these?", he asked the butler behind him.

"What did you say, sir?", the old butler did not hear clearly.

"I mean, this is the first one!", shouted Mr. Pyros at the top of his voice.

"Back to the master, this is ...... Uh, a small number of people, it should be seventh...... Oh no, it's the eighth," replied the butler.

"What did you say?", did Master Peros hear clearly.

I said...... This is...... The eighth!", shouted the butler as best he could.

Although the two were only a few steps apart, they were like singers singing on stage, and every word was hoarse.

Unlike the tall and obese Lord Perros, this old man who walked tremblingly and seemed to be only half a breath away from the earth was the butler of Lord Perros.

The old butler's body was as thin as a bamboo pole, as if he was about to float away when the wind blew it. Perhaps in order to hide his crown, he wore a fancy and blonde wig on his head, as if all the cheese was rolled up in a circle and poured on his head, which was indescribably ridiculous.

When the old butler replied to Old Pyros, his body was bent into a bow very standardly, and his posture was quite beautiful. It is said that he once worked as a valet in a large family in Shenghui City, and he is also a well-known and outstanding person in this land.

It's a pity that as soon as he spoke, the sound made by his toothless and leaky mouth was intermittent, like a flute playing with a hole blocked, and the "woo" could not be heard clearly, and it had to be repeated several times to hear clearly.

But Master Pyros didn't care about such small shortcomings, just as he didn't care about the old butler's ears, procrastination, poor memory, and illiterateness, and so on, all the shortcomings that a butler could have.

For the old butler had one advantage: every movement he made was decent, which was the standard etiquette that could only be trained after a lot of training.

And decency is what Lord Pyros thinks is the most important and excellent quality.