Brushing brush, Merlin's hand suddenly moved, and the finger-thick quill seemed to come alive in his hand. He was seen hanging his elbows in the air and began to write in a posture that Augustine had never seen before. In a few moments, a page of parchment was filled.

"Turn!" Merlin didn't raise his head, his eyes were still staring at the quills in his hand, and a desolate breath jumped on the paper.

Augustine glanced at it hurriedly, surprised but afraid to disturb Merlin. Turning the page according to Merlin's meaning, the sound of brushing continued to sound.

Augustine flipped the book, Merlin copied it, and the two cooperated tacitly, and before they knew it, the sky was dark. Until the sun sank and he couldn't see anything anymore, Mei Lin threw the quill pen on the table, kneaded his sore and swollen wrist, and couldn't help sighing, the basic skills of this body are too poor, you must know that Mei Xiaolin can write all day without feeling tired before.

"That's all for today!" Merlin raised his wrist and shook it slowly, "You're still satisfied!"

"Satisfied, satisfied!" Augustine smiled, and he took the parchment scroll copied by Merlin in his hand, and the shock in his heart was incomprehensible, and the tadpole text seemed to come to life, conveying another elegant, quaint and desolate atmosphere beyond the words. The elder of Arius folded the parchment in his hand with trembling hands, knowing that his future lay in it.

Merlin, who had copied the book for a long time, was dizzy, and hurriedly took a few bites of bread and went to bed. The next day, just after dawn, I was awakened by the noise outside the door.

"Kate, hasn't Your Highness gotten up yet?" Augustine's voice rang in Merlin's ears, and Merlin vaguely remembered that when Elder Arius left last night, the favorability in that green box had broken through a hundred, and entered the orange triple digit.

"Yes, Lord Augustine, His Highness was tired last night and hasn't gotten up yet!"

"Then I'll wait a little longer!"

Merlin rolled over and tried to continue sleeping when Bill's loud voice rang out outside the door.

"Kate, hasn't Your Highness gotten up yet?" Bill's voice was a little anxious.

At this time, Merlin was too embarrassed to continue to lie on the bed, so he had to get up.

"Good morning, Your Highness!" Bill usually doesn't come to Merlin's dormitory so early, and if he does, there must be something important.

"Good morning, Bill!" Merlin reluctantly raised his right hand, realizing that his wrist was a full circle larger than it was yesterday.

"Your Highness, Master Stirico has asked you to select twenty slaves to guard the Ashruh Realm!" Bill's eyes twinkled with excitement.

Merlin has been having a headache, and he will leave for the ash furnace tomorrow, and he has no one in his hands, and he has no money to ask for. I was worried about what to do, but I didn't expect Stirico to send someone over. Come to think of it, if the eldest son, who is the king of Cyris, has an accident on the way to his post, or dies in his own territory, Stilico will not be able to live on his face. However, in Little Merlin's memory, there was too little useful information, but Merlin knew that the choice of this slave was very particular. But he didn't know anything about the Ashrug. But there is a ready-made candidate in front of him.

"Lord Augustine, what kind of slaves do I need when I go to the ashra?" Merlin asked with a grin.

"The Ashfurnace Territory is located in the middle of nowhere, next to the Endless Ocean, with the Great Swamp of Moetis to the west and the Great Wasteland to the north, so it is safe to be safe, and if you want to develop the territory, you need farmers and sailors, and some carpenters, blacksmiths and stonemasons are about the same. Augustine said, apparently he came here so early because he wanted Merlin to continue to help copy the scriptures, but Merlin would not agree to him at this time, so he should prepare the affairs of the territory first.

Merlin didn't know what era he was in, and little Merlin's memory was limited to what happened near Adrianople, in his life, he never left the range of ten kilometers near Adrianople, and the only trip was to hunt in the suburbs of Adrianople under the leadership of Stilicco, and he heard rumors one after another that Adrianople was just a remote castle in the east, in this world, the center was Athens and Rome to the west of the endless ocean, where it was the center of the world, prosperous and powerful。

Merlin needs to pick slaves to fill the population of the Ashhearth, and Adrianople has countless slaves, including defeated barbarians from the north, desert knights from men, and fishermen captured in the Endless Ocean. Following Augustine's advice, Merlin selected ten able-bodied farmers, five fishermen, and the remaining five were various craftsmen.

"Oh, let's see who this is, powerful Ashburn Lord, you better pick a few strong warriors," a big boy with messy blond hair and red acne on his face stopped in front of Merlin with a big grin, "Look at these guys you picked, you can pray, in the fall, when the goblins in those wastelands start to sweep, don't find the camp of the Ashrook Lord, or let my father send another lord there next year!"

The man was none other than Varins Tesla, Merlin's younger brother and second son of Steelico, King of Cyris. Smack, Merlin stepped forward and shook his hand with a slap, and Vallins, who was a head taller than himself, was blinded in one fell swoop.

"Your Highness Merlin, as a civilized man, rude behavior is unforgivable!" Behind Varins, a woman with a beautiful face and a thin figure flashed out, she was a Greek slave in Adrianople, responsible for teaching the children of King Celis etiquette and Greek art. However, she spends most of her time following Varins, and rarely appears in Merlin's bedchamber. She was responsible for the education of Stilicco's three daughters and two sons.

"Yes, Miss Maria, you are right," Merlin's heart was secretly bitter, he wanted to say that he definitely did not want to get along with this adolescent little bull, and it was definitely not his intention to rush up and slap Vallins, it could only be said that the resentment left in the heart of the dead little Merlin. Merlin, who is past thirty years old in mind, can't get along with a young boy who is in the middle of Form 2. But since it has already been fought, it can't be confessed at this time.

"As an elder brother, I have an obligation to stand up and correct Varins for what he did wrong!" Merlin said with a sense of reason.

Maria's eyes lit up with an appreciative look.