The loyal dog Lord Brig left with a confused head and a bewildered farewell.

For this time he came in person to change his clothes and take a certain risk to have a private meeting with the little dwarf, regardless of the reaction of the smaller dwarf to convulsions later, it was generally very worthwhile.

As a loyal dog of His Majesty the Emperor Roland IX, I don't know if it is out of a strong personality cult or something else? Brig has been subconsciously imitating the words and deeds of His Majesty the Emperor.

It is precisely because of this that Lord Loyal Dog immediately felt that Roland IX had a carrot-thick cigar stuffed in his mouth, swallowing clouds and smoking, and he was extraordinarily masculine and domineering.

Therefore, Lord Zhongnu felt that it was very necessary to learn from His Majesty the Emperor to pick up this habit of smoking cigars, or the way of pretending to be extremely awesome.

The Bligh boss of the MIA only made a slight move, but many of the agents below almost broke their legs, and for the sake of the cigars in the director's mouth, they turned over almost the entire business district of Haksa Fort.

In vain, they even carefully combed through the black markets of the imperial capital, but the end was very frustrating; they could not find any channels to sell cigars, not to mention that they did not even have any clue where the main raw material of this cigar came from, and how to obtain it.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that this cigar is only in the hands of the little dwarf Modo, and in order to make a difference to the agents of the Military Intelligence Agency, they can only reluctantly infer that the tobacco must have grown in the underground world that the little dwarf is tightly sealed.

The helpless loyal dog lord was about to give up, and after he reported to the little dwarf about the situation behind the aristocratic young man's mastermind, he said to the little dwarf by the way, and then the little dwarf, who was in a state of excitement, became rare and generous, not only simply gave away a large box and two hundred cigars.

Even the high-quality Red Star Wardga, which is extremely difficult to buy on the market, also gave away several large boxes in one go;

From then on, every night before resting, Lord Brigg, the military intelligence minister of the Roland Empire, had an unstoppable habit, he always smoked a cigar and drank the strong Wodega to relieve the pressure of the day's work.

The drunken dog will appear the next day in full spirit, full of confidence in the work, all before the two hundred cigars have been smoked......

Ever since the mysterious middle-aged human man left, the orcs of the envoy group were surprised to find that their leader had gone crazy again;

If he sat in the carriage for a long time, the cargo would stand up and look around on tiptoe, as if waiting for something to come, but for dozens of days in a row, the road was completely calm, except for those nobles from all over the world who came to praise the stinky feet of the great writer Master Modo, no one else arrived at all.

After more than twenty days of such a day, the little dwarf also seemed to realize that the people he was waiting for would not come again, and finally returned to his previous babbling appearance, so that the members of the envoy group finally felt at ease.

However, only the little fox and other recent relatives, or the more delicate little girl like the county lord of Diggs, will notice the trace of loss hidden in the eyes of the little dwarf Modo.

This world is too big, just like that, every day is a hurry, eating, sleeping, and continuing to hurry, after more than two months of departure from the Iron Collar, the envoy group is still more than a month away from the final destination, Stegal City in the Principality of Ruiwei.

The location of Stegall City is still in the heart of the continent, and on the whole, the length and width of this Phila continent are nearly 100,000 miles long;

And there are several known such large-scale perverted continents in this world.

Even in the mouths of those tea and porcelain merchants from the East, the area of the Oriental Continent is much larger than that of the Fila Continent, and in the Oriental Continent, this yellow-skinned race with black hair and black eyes, they call themselves Huaxia, and this kind of Huaxia people, who account for more than 80 percent of the population of the Oriental Continent, are said to have numbered an astonishing three billion people.

For what the Oriental Merchants said, the natives of the Fila Continent basically regarded him as just a boast from the mouths of the Oriental Merchants; the Oriental Continent was too far away from here, and in order to maintain a one-way monopoly trade, these Oriental Merchants would rather be killed and destroyed than agree to take anyone to the Oriental Continent.

In the hearts of the natives of the Fila Continent, since no one has ever been there, it is not up to you oriental merchants to boast, so there are really few people who believe in this.

What makes everyone feel even more outrageous is that in the mouths of those oriental merchants, such a large territory and such an astonishing number of people actually belong to an unimaginably large empire, an empire founded and controlled by all Chinese people, an empire called Qin.

Originally, the little dwarf didn't know this, but one night when he was sleeping in the open, he met an oriental spice merchant and his caravan, and remembered the sick demand for rute fruit from the upper elves, Modo paid enough deposit directly to the oriental spice merchant, and ordered several boatloads of rute fruit.

It was agreed that within two years, the Eastern merchant would send all the goods to the Gem Island for handover, and as for the worry that the merchant would run away after taking the money, even the fox treasurer in the envoy group did not have the slightest worry, the reputation of the Eastern merchant was excellent in the Phila continent, and there was not even the slightest bad rumor about this for thousands of years.

I have to say that there is really no difference between these Oriental people and the Chinese people in the previous life, and it is precisely because of this good feeling that Mo Duo specially set up a banquet that night and chatted with this Oriental businessman for a long time.

Under the repeated pours of Wodega, this drunken Oriental merchant introduced the style of the Oriental Continent to Mo Duo in great detail; the little fox and the others sounded like they were listening to the story in the Arabian Nights, but when it fell on Mo Duo's ears, there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Perhaps the two kinds of Chinese people in different planes and planes have too many similarities.

The little dwarf told himself in his heart that the Eastern Continent was so big, he must go and see it if he had the opportunity......