"The soldiers over there?", Gahel looked blankly at the people who reported the news, and subconsciously waved his hand, and soon he realized that this group of people must have come for Wren. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He knew about the meeting between Sistin and Wren, and it would be best if the two sides could cooperate, and as an ally of one of the parties, he would also become Wren's friend. Being able to hug the thighs of a golden nobleman is a great help in finding a new position after a few years of term. You don't have to fight with each other, and you don't have to be careful at the same time, you have to find a way to harm each other. Wren was able to complete the character that Her Majesty had given him, and Gahel could also get a modest evaluation, and the Sistin continued to do his thing after paying a small price.

How beautiful, such a perfect solution to all the troubles, and it will not compromise anyone's interests.

Unfortunately, there are always things that are difficult to achieve, and there is no possibility of compromise between Wren and Sistine. In a way, Wren is one of the owners of this "home", and it is naturally impossible to watch a thief steal the contents of the house and sell it to the vicious neighbor next door. This concerns his absolute interests and is in itself a contradiction that has no possibility of reconciliation.

In the past few days, Gahel has been wondering if Wren was too bold to bring only a groom and a personal escort with him. You must know that this is located on the border and the people are fierce, and the three people of this Count of Rennes are really not enough. Sure enough, it was not that he didn't bring people, but that people were still on the way. These more than fifty horsemen are where Wren's confidence lies, or the imperial army in the two new cities is his reliance.

If there is one of the most exciting events in recent times, the construction of the two new cities is one of the biggest news about Demalaguse, as one of the least troubled provinces in the Empire, the commoners of Demalagus wait for the arrival of darkness from dawn every day. Without the right climate to grow crops, no wharves, no harbors, and no long history and culture, the whole of Demalagu seems to be useless. The vast majority of civilians living here live a very slow-paced life, and all of a sudden, this slow-paced life is broken, which really makes many people a little uncomfortable.

The official statement is to deal with the anomalous dynamics of the ice barbarians on the northern ice field, in fact, since last year, the civilians of Demalagu have been able to detect that the barbarians on the ice field seem to have some anomalies, and they appear in people's eyes more often than before. And the actions of these smuggling syndicates in Sistine have also become frequent.

Action, means consumption, which is a burden for the barbarians living on the ice fields where supplies are relatively scarce.

Many people are curious about what is happening to these barbarian races on the ice field, which makes them restless and not stay in one place honestly like before. There were also people who went deep into the ice fields and did some exploration and communication with some barbarian tribes close to Demalagus, but did not get any useful information. The barbarians did not say a word about their anomalies, and were vaguely wary of the Desi. Some people think that this is an extremely dangerous phenomenon, but this perception is quickly drowned in "habit".

Over the years, there has never been any conflict between the Desi and the Ice Plains Barbarians, and if there were some contradictions, they were easily resolved. They never imagined what terrible things these barbarians could do, but only regarded it as the occasional small accident of the barbarians.

It wasn't until the news of the birth of the Barbarian King among the barbarians in the Ice Field came that they suddenly understood that the anomaly of the barbarians was because of this.

Knowing the news, the inhabitants of Demalaghu did not feel any sense of urgency, and the barbarians had a king, which had little to do with their lives. The king of the barbarians is not the king of the Desi, and the barbarians may want to be excited about it, but they don't.

As for the invasion, don't be kidding, there has been no war between the two sides for more than a thousand years, let alone a barbarian invasion, how could it suddenly have changed? Besides, the barbarian king has just been born, even if this infant baby has the idea of invading, he must wait for him to become an adult, right?

Although the barbarians are called barbaric, they are really not barbaric at all, there are often barbarians who carry some special products from the ice field to Demalagu in exchange for supplies, and some of them dare to sit and drink with barbarians, these peace-loving guys are really not like those barbarians who have not been civilized and drank blood and hair except that they are a little bigger and stronger.

Even today, many people think that building two new cities on the border is completely pointless and a waste of resources. But then again, it's not their resources that are wasted, and at the same time it can bring a lot of jobs to De Malagu, so naturally no one has any objections, right? In the end, it's a big deal to abandon the newly built city, anyway, the old men in the imperial capital have money.

As for saying that the barbarians are going to invade?

From the elderly in their seventies and eighties to the children who have just begun to speak, they all scoff at this statement.

The natives, the natives, watched the busy building of the city as if they were bustling, and there was a hint of envy - the lazy always envy the diligent ones.

"Uncle Wren!", Marven's son looked at Wren with some excitement as he rolled over from his horse. He is actually not younger than Wren, but older, but he calls Uncle Wren because Wren and Marven have a superior-subordinate relationship, so naturally they are a generation older than him.

His skin had become dark and rough, but his spirit had improved significantly, and he had become stronger, as if he had come out of the grief of losing his father.

Wren looked at Martin with a smile, looked up and down, and nodded. His posture does not seem a little contrived, but very casual, which also makes him look more old. The young is only his appearance, not his soul.

He walked over and patted Marven's arm, his strong muscles were as hard as stones, and Wren couldn't help but praise: "Yes, very mental, much better than when I was in Ortlenburg." As he spoke, he looked at the knights behind Martin, although they were all young, the sharp momentum on their bodies was not immature at all.

The eyes of these young knights looking at Wren were full of excitement, this is Martin's backer, and he is actually a golden nobleman!