Aslan picked up the wild grass that looked like weeds with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed it, a bitter taste spread from his throat to his intestines, and he resisted the urge to vomit and swallowed the wild vegetable in his mouth.

"It tastes okay! I can't help it, I can only ask the young master to eat these first." Michelo said in a small voice, bowing his head.

Aslan smiled and picked up another vegetable leaf, put it in his mouth, and said, "It's delicious, it's okay, my habit of eating." ”

For some reason, looking at the food on the table and Michelo's sad look, he felt an impulse erupt in his heart.

Aslan ate it hastily, put down his chopsticks, and said, "I want to go to the street to have a look, Michelo, you can accompany me to take a look." ”

Michelo also quickly finished eating the roasted sweet potato in his hand and said, "Yes, young master." ”

Aslan walked out of the room and Michelo towards the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

Looking at the dilapidated and dilapidated gate, as well as the desolate streets outside the gate, Aslan's heart was constantly touching.

Aslan walked down the street and looked around, there were only a few people on the street, and those people looked yellow and thin, and their eyes were all helpless and desperate for reality. Sometimes there would be a few seemingly homeless children sitting on the side of the road, and Michelo would bring them a little food whenever they came.

Aslan saw all this, but now he couldn't do anything but watch, he couldn't do anything. Aslan hated it, he didn't like it.

Soon Aslan came to the fence of Flying City, which was only two meters high and was in disrepair, and even damaged in some places. At the gate, several skinny, almost skinny old men, dressed in rusty armor and holding jagged weapons, were listlessly leaning against the edge of the gate and chatting.

Aslan asked Michelo beside him, "Are those the troops of our Flying City?"

Michelo shook his head and said, "There has been no army in Flying City for a long time, these are the old people in the village before, and the escort team was established at your request. ”

Aslan was dumbfounded, and then he remembered how dead this master was.

It's so ambitious, originally this place was called Highland Village, and there were nearly 60 people in the whole village, after Aslan came, it was basically built according to the specifications of the town, and the escort team was actually established for a village with only 60 people, which was a waste of manpower.

Aslan said calmly: "Then how many people are there in such an escort team?"

"There were exactly six of them," Michelo said. ”

"All of them are disbanded, their existence is simply superfluous, rather than wasting time here, it is better to let him go back to farming. Aslan's words made Michelo's eyes light up suddenly.

Obviously, the young master has already understood.

"Young Master, I believe that Young Master, you will definitely be able to lead our Flying City through the difficulties. Michelo looked eagerly at Aslan.

Can you do it yourself? Aslan asked himself.

At this time, Aunt Melia hurriedly ran over, and that tonnage was dusty in an instant.

Aunt Melia ran to Aslan in front of Michelo and said breathlessly, "Less...... Young master, no...... Oh no. ”

Michelo stepped forward to support Aunt Melia and asked, "Aunt Melia, don't be in a hurry and say slowly, has something happened?" ”

Aunt Melia slowly calmed down. He raised his head and looked at Aslan and said, "Young Master, the people from Fan Gu Village have sent someone over, and they are now waiting in the City Lord's Mansion." ”

Fan bone village?

Aslan began to search his memory for information about this Fan Bone Village, which was a mountain village more than twenty miles away from Feitian City, and his owner remembered that it was a guy named Frey, who had been sitting on the border to kill people and set fires.

For a long time, Flying City has been poor, and there are no good things to grab at all, although all the two are close, but they have always been safe. Now that he suddenly came to the door, there must be some intention.

Aslan said, "Grandpa Michelo, you took me to meet them, I want to see what they are doing when they come to Flying City." ”

In the council hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing gold and silver was looking around with a look of disdain, and he said to the servants behind him: "Look at what has become of this Flying Sky City, the dignified City Lord's Mansion is so shabby. There wasn't even a decent thing, the chair was still made of wood, and my ass hurt when I sat on it. ”

The servant standing behind him, with a dog-legged face, said to his master with a smile: "Yes! However, young village master, think about how can he, the sky-breaking city, compare with your fan bone village!"

The young man nodded and smiled proudly, "That's right." ”

At this moment, Aslan walked into the council hall with Aunt Melia and Michelo.

Aslan saw the young man sitting on the chair at a glance, and he squeezed out a smile and said, "I don't know which one of the Fan Bone Villages has come to our Flying Sky City, and the city lord has lost his welcome, and he is rude." He walked up to the young man and politely held out a hand.

However, the young man ignored Aslan, and directly slapped Aslan's hand away.

"Ahem! This is Lord Francisco, the young master of our Fan Bone Village, and I have come here this time to discuss with the city lord of Feitian City. The servant behind Francisco looked at Aslan with a proud face, as if his identity was still high.

Aslan's face suddenly darkened, he withdrew his hand and sat on the chair on the other side, and said, "I don't know what happened to the young village lord coming to find the city lord?" He was very unhappy now, but he still calmed down and wanted to know what the other party's purpose was.

Francisco set his eyes on the Flying City Lord named Aslan next to him, and he said with a contemptuous look and tone: "I came this time to help Flying City, we have seen the difficulties of Flying City over the years, so we decided to help you." ”

Aslan smiled faintly, "Then I don't know how you want to help us in Flying City?"

Of course, Aslan won't believe this kind of thing, but he wants to see what Francisco wants to do?

Francisco smiled: "We will give Feitian City a certain amount of food aid, and we will also help you in all aspects." ”

Aslan pretended to be happy and said, "That's great, but I don't know what you fanguzhai want from us." ”

Francisco stood up and walked in front of Aslan, looked at Aslan condescendingly and said: "All you have to do is to surrender to our Fan Bone Village, I plan to transform this place into a bridgehead for Fan Bone Village, so that it is convenient to attack the previous caravans in the future, of course, after the fact, I will give you a great reward." ”

"Oh!" Aslan replied casually, it turned out that he had taken a fancy to his territory.

Although this place is worthless, it is also his fiefdom, recognized by the empire, and his only reliance now, even here, then he is really a complete single.