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Boundless dealers, old farmers who work hard to harvest fruits.

The barren hundred-mile road, Zhou Mo once walked through it stained with blood.

Back in Sunset Town, I saw the newly built Wilderness Tavern again.

Zhou Mo stopped in front of the tavern, it was early morning, Uncle Redbeard had not opened the door yet, and there were a few drunken wilderness guests outside the tavern.

Bending down and stroking the forehead of each drunken wilderness guest, this time, Zhou Mo was sincerely making sure that no one was sick, and he cared about this life.

Pushing open the heavy door of the tavern, it was a mess, and Zhou Mo smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, without him, the tavern that had been tidy for a year suddenly returned to its original state.

Finding a rag, carrying a bucket of water, he cleaned up the tavern in a familiar and somewhat rusty way, and turned to the back of the counter, Zhou Mo glanced back at the window, and the red-bearded uncle had already come from the street.

It is still the strongest snow mountain burning knife as the bottom, and then blood grapes, fresh ox blood, and sea rum, and it is still this cup of sea man, Uncle Redbeard's favorite wine in the morning.

"The drunks of Gou Ri, all roll up for Lao Tzu, two choices, come in and continue to drink, or roll into the wilderness to feed the beasts!"

The familiar shout like a thunderous roar made the chuckle on the corner of Zhou Mo's mouth wider, soothing and bright like the sun.

The door of the tavern was rudely pushed open, and Uncle Redbeard walked in, and when he turned his head to see Zhou Mo, he was stunned for a moment, his little eyes showed a hint of joy, but he didn't say anything and sat down at the counter.

A cup of sea man pushed in front of Uncle Redbeard, and Uncle Redbeard still drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, shut his mouth, and let the wine flush his face.

At the beginning of the day's business, the wilderness guests saw Zhou Mo, cheered one by one, took out all the money on their bodies, and ordered a cup of Zhou Mo's best wine.

It seems that everyone knows that Zhou Mo will no longer belong here.

No one asked Zhou Mo what he had experienced these days, and no one asked what the turmoil was a few days ago.

The only thing that has changed in the tavern is that there is some silence, all drinking silently, as if the future life is all in the glass.

The wine is big, and the sun and the moon are long in the pot.

Zhou Mo inexplicably remembered this poem from his hometown, and felt that these people in the tavern must be able to understand the deep meaning.

Late at night, a carriage stopped at the door of the tavern, and in the window of the carriage, a pair of blue eyes watched Zhou Mo throw the drunkards out of the tavern one by one, and then stroked his forehead one by one, and after making sure that they were all strong and strong, he straightened up, and through the window of the carriage, his blue eyes blinked and looked away.

The lights were dim, Zhou Mo and Rui Minnaron sat opposite each other in the wilderness tavern, and Uncle Redbeard sat in the corner, drinking alone, and from time to time there was an unconscious laugh in his big mouth, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The atmosphere was dull, and both of them were silent, until the Noah brothers walked into the tavern and knocked the solid wood counter into the air:

"After so many years of serving on the border, I haven't even drunk that cup of wilderness for the rest of my life, but it's a pity, and I must have a good drink tonight. ”

After Brother Noah finished speaking, he glanced at Rui Minalong, smiled at Zhou Mo, and sat on the edge of the counter.

The three of them came inexplicably, and Zhou Mo was a little confused, but the arrival of the Noah brothers broke the dull atmosphere between Zhou Mo and Rui Minalong.

Zhou Mo spoke first:

"Two cups of the rest of the wilderness, what about His Highness Nalon? The rest of the wilderness is not for women. ”

Under the blue-gold mask, Rui Minnaron blinked, innocent as a girl, and said:

"You're a bartender, make a drink!"

Zhou Mo nodded, and first concocted two cups of wilderness for the rest of his life.

With the strongest underground tequila as the base, add animal blood, magic fish roe, and fresh tobacco juice in the wilderness, and the wine is like a wilderness sunset, which makes people sink to watch.

He pushed the glass in front of Brother Noah, and then gave Noah Longbottom a puzzled look.

Longbottom Noah smiled mysteriously, and then without saying anything, he touched the cup with his brother, and the two of them drank it all in one gulp, sinking into the aftertaste.

Helplessly, Zhou Mo began to concoct Rui Min's wine, thinking that that day, after he struck a cat butterfly and killed Mithril, Zhou Mo's expression softened.

Elf honey fruit wine as the base, add three drops of five-grain wine, five drops of snow mountain burning, nine drops of mountain grape aging, the wine is milky white and red, like a beauty slightly drunk.

"His Royal Highness Na Long is a beautiful face for the world, and a cup of drunkenness in the city is more suitable. ”

Rui Minnaron looked at the color of the wine in the glass, and her white slender hands stroked the wine glass along the edge, and her complexion was actually mixed with the color of the wine.

Under the blue-gold mask, Rui Minalong chuckled, but instead of drinking, she looked at Zhou Mo and said:

"In the Battle of the Great River, all the five major legions directly under the western part of the empire participated in the battle, and the total number of soldiers and soldiers reached 12 million, which was almost half of the total number of troops directly under the empire. ”

"Under the decisive battle, the empire won a great victory, and the Ruiz Empire had no combat power within a hundred years, and the interests of commerce and trade in the western part of the empire and the veins were preserved, and most of the chambers of commerce under the names of the old nobles made a lot of money, and the local nobles in the west also suffered a lot of benefits, and the biggest sacrifice in the war was the military, and the biggest profit was the old nobles. ”

"Now, the war has been successful, but the empire is unable to reward it, between tens of millions of soldiers and hundreds of military nobles, His Majesty the Emperor has naturally chosen tens of millions of soldiers, thus giving up hundreds of military nobles, and wants to take their family property as a reward for tens of millions of soldiers, and by the way, there are still a lot of lord fiefdoms. ”

Reven Narlon's voice is clear and sexy, even if it is extremely boring, it can be fascinating to tell it.

Although Zhou Mo was the most reluctant to hear these political games and weigh the contests at this time, he still listened unconsciously under Rui Minnalong's voice.

Hearing this, my heart became more and more annoyed, and I couldn't help but say:

"Your Royal Highness Nalong, Zhou Mo is just a black iron life, under the protection of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he has nothing to do with a member of the job, what are you telling me about this?"

Reminaron just ignored him, as if he hadn't heard, and continued:

"I said, the biggest gains from this turmoil are the old aristocrats, and the biggest casualties in the war are the military, so do you know who the biggest political losses are?"

Rui Minna's blue eyes glanced at Zhou Mo with some sarcasm, and she didn't need him to answer, she continued to say to herself:

"Do you think the old aristocracy can't tolerate the rise of the new military aristocracy? This is a political game between the military aristocracy and the old aristocracy?"

After two questions, Rymin Nalong's tone suddenly softened.

"You are very smart, Zhou Mo, I have never seen such a capable and intelligent civilian child as you, a huge whirlpool, bottomless, you are involved in it, with your identity, the end is only broken bones, but you struggle to pull yourself out, every step is thrilling, but it is extremely correct. ”

Revena Ron's voice seems to have magical powers, capable of bringing human emotions into it and thinking according to her train of thought.

Zhou Mo fell into it inadvertently, and said slightly proudly at this time:

"Thank you, Your Highness Nalon, for the compliment, but I have received the best reward, and now I am still alive and well, and with my ability, I can live well in the future. ”

Rui Minna's blue eyes raised, and she glanced at Zhou Mo contemptuously, and her tone became cold.

"You and the Military Intelligence Bureau, helping the veteran nobles, forcing His Majesty the Emperor to personally cut off the five major armies in the west that he cultivated and just earned a huge face for the emperor, you really deserve to be rewarded. ”

The fluttering words were as indifferent as white water in a well, but when they stopped in Zhou Mo's ears, they were like thunder, directly blasting into his head.

Countless thoughts were blasted out from the depths of his mind, and then he was pulled by Rui Minnalong's words, forming a complete chain, pulling off all the veils of the turmoil that seemed to be in the past, and showing it in front of Zhou Mo's eyes.

There is a contradiction between the new nobility of the military and the old aristocracy, but the focus of the contradiction is not on interests, and politically, the Otto Empire allows the fiefdom nobles to have their own armies, and most of the old nobles start with military merits, and the relationship in the army is deep-rooted and cannot be shaken at all.

The old nobles joined forces and had the strength to shake the foundation of the empire, and as the emperor, they naturally couldn't look at it like this.

Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor united with Grand Duke Lionheart, the founding father, to form five directly subordinate legions in the west, as a weight to balance the old aristocratic group.

This is a political game between the emperor and the old aristocracy, a secret contest between the imperial power and the aristocratic group.

And the Military Intelligence Agency, which has been silent for decades, for its own interests, slightly biased towards a little old aristocrats, and provoked this turbulent wave.

Rui Wen Nalong looked at the complicated look on Zhou Mo's face, and for some reason there was a kind of joy in her heart, and she added fuel to the fire and said again:

"The Battle of Dahe, although the military won a big victory, do you know that in this great victory, if you really want to get to the end, who are the biggest heroes?"

Zhou Mo seemed to have lightning flashing through his brain, and blurted out:

"Old aristocrats!"

Revena smiled, the smile under the blue-gold mask so happy.

Zhou Mo looked at Rui Min Nalong, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart, and his eyes became shocked.

The blue eyes looked at Zhou Mo, blinking innocently, beautiful.

"It's not polite to look at a lady like this! In the name of the princess of the Sea Kingdom, I promise to His Majesty the Emperor that our three kingdoms have never been involved in this matter!"

Yes, in the Otto Empire, who can be the leader of the old nobles except for the three princes of Otto?

Zhou Mo lowered his head and silently mixed a glass of wine for himself.

With barley bitter wine as the base, add snake gall bladder, add underground magma wine, add Hongling soil wine, and the wine is pure black.

Picking up the wine glass, Zhou Mo tried his best to control the smoothness of his voice.

"Your Royal Highness Nalon, tonight you drink and drink the city to celebrate, and I swallow this cup of bitterness in my heart, and you and I drink a cup together. ”

The white slender hand picked up the wine glass, his blue eyes were full of joy, and even his voice giggled crisply, and he touched Zhou Mo lightly, and the two of them drank it all.

A cup is as sweet as honey, mellow and fragrant, like a great joy in life, and can be drunk all over the city.

A cup of bitterness into the heart, sour and astringent throat scraping, like a long time, can soak the soul.

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