I saw a joke today, a certain book is on the shelves, the first order is 240, 3 days eunuch, can you get back to the book by doing this?

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The tumultuous day finally came to an end after the last plunder permit was successfully auctioned, and it may draw a dividing line in the history of the city of Ortlenburg, known as the spring in Ortlenburg. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Wren returned to the City Lord's Mansion, the lights were already bright, and the smell of dinner filled the City Lord's Mansion. After a simple meal, he drank a cup of black tea in one gulp, and Wren finally took a breath and tore at the tight neckline to make himself a little more comfortable. The chief maid on the side frowned, and in the end could only show a helpless expression.

Celeste hurriedly refilled the black tea for Wren, chattering about how she spent her day when Wren was not at home.

The scholar invited by Wren is very standard, after all, two gold coins to hire an old man is considered a very high salary in the entire empire, in order to keep this high-paying and decent job, the scholar is very patient with Celeste's teaching, and will not be angry at all because the little girl is in a daze from time to time. In the morning, you will learn about the Orlando language and history of Orlando, as well as some knowledge of the local customs. In the afternoon, I learned dance and body shape for two hours, and the rest of the time was handed over to the martial arts teacher.

The martial arts teacher has fiery red hair, typical of non-Desi, who always have black, flax, and blonde hair colors. This Frostsword has a passion as red as her hair, and is a very cheerful person. She was only in her thirties, and her tight skin didn't look like what she could have at her age, but if you looked at her figure and skin, it was very likely that she was twenty-four or five years old.

"Celeste is a good student and I would love to pass on my martial arts skills to her. Frost Sword's name is Jasmine, a very common name, "What you need most now is to buy her a book of battle qi cheats, and a sword that suits her." The foundation of a swordsman is very important to a swordsman's life, and a suitable combat skill makes her have higher possibilities. ”

Wren touched Celeste's fleshy little hand, which had a little callus on it, and it felt a little awkward to the touch. The girl's face was flushed, like a ripe peach, and she had to twitch her palm from time to time, but Wren was always not as good as she wanted.

"You're right, so do you have any suggestions?"

Jasmine brushed her long hair very chicly, and then threw it away, full of heroic and refreshing taste. She nodded, "Celeste's physique tends to be weak, and too strong combat skills don't mean anything to her, I think Yuehua's sword skills are the most suitable for her, but this combat skill is difficult to get." ”

"Yuehua?", Wren thought thoughtfully, "You're talking about Joan of Arc's combat skills?"

"It turns out that you also know, yes, it is the battle skill of Duke Joan of Arc, her battle skill is known as the most suitable battle skill for women, the style is gorgeous and has great lethality, and it will not cause too much burden on the body after cultivation. Jasmine is very talkative, and she is not afraid of Wren's identity and cringes, a very hearty woman, "The frost sword I cultivate is not very suitable for Celeste, her age is young, and her body is not strong, she can't see anything now after cultivating, and when she reaches the age of twenty, her body will become weak." ”

At this point, Wren believed that Jasmine would not lie to him, women themselves were cold, and cultivating such a combat skill as the Frost Sword would definitely cause a heavy burden on the body. Celeste is not the daughter of an ordinary family, and if she wants to fight for her future, she doesn't need to suffer too much in order to cultivate such a not outstanding combat skill. Wren's hope is that Celeste can defend herself in times of need, and she doesn't need to go into battle to kill the enemy.

"In that case, I will write to the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, believing that there will be a good outcome. ”

Wren and Joan of Arc know each other, but they don't know each other. Every year, these lords from all over the country would go to the imperial capital to participate in the annual celebration day to celebrate the birthday of His Majesty the Emperor. It is said that the royal family has a very strange secret, and this secret is no longer a secret, that is, every emperor of Orlando was born on March 1. In other words, among the sons and daughters of His Majesty the Emperor, all of them who really have the right to inherit were born on March 1.

It sounds ridiculous, right, in another world, science and medicine have been so advanced, and there is no guarantee that the fetus will be born one day, but in this world, it is so wonderful. His Majesty the Emperor doesn't even need to think about how to choose his or her own heirs to inherit the throne, as long as a child born on the first day of March will be the next emperor of the empire, regardless of gender.

Wren also met the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc on the day of celebration. The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc was in her fifties, and unlike other aristocratic women, she was always dressed in military uniform and carried a long sword, and His Majesty the Emperor allowed her to carry the sword to the temple as a reward for her exploits during the civil war. Joan of Arc's slogan is also very loud, "shed the last drop of blood for Your Majesty", Wren has always felt that this Duke of Joan of Arc is not only explosive in combat, but also has outstanding acting skills.

As for writing to her to ask for combat skills, whether she would give it or not, Wren didn't care too much. She gave it, everyone is a friend, and in the future, she will be a good buddy in the camp. If she doesn't give it, then everyone will be enemies in the future, if you are safe and sound, it will be fine, if you are a little sick or sick, you will have to step on a few feet after falling into the well.

That's right, that's how the aristocracy is.

"Miss Jasmine...... "Okay, Jasmine, are you willing to be Celeste's bodyguard?", Wren looked at Celeste, and Celeste also glanced at Rayne with a sneaky glance at Rayne, with surprise in his big eyes. Wren touched her head and said to Jasmine with a smile: "You know, I'm often not in the City Lord's Mansion, I've never been worried about her safety, and she doesn't have any friends. I want you to protect her, but also be her friend and take care of her for me. ”

Jasmine looked at Celeste, her eyes softened a lot, but when she turned her back to look at Wren, her eyes sharpened again, "I can't take care of her 'for you', if she needs you, even ten of them I can't replace you to make her feel at ease." Her words were as sharp as her sword, "so I can promise you to keep her safe, and the rest can only be done by yourself." ”

"So you agreed?", Wren was not disgusted by Jasmine's aggressive dialogue, just like the people of Ortrenburg knew Wren's attitude towards the city, and many things didn't need to be so pretentious, "Then from today onwards, you will enjoy the same treatment as Blair." I'll give you ten gold coins every month, and I'll do my best to meet your needs. ”

Jasmine patted her chest with a smile, and there was a wave of turbulence, "Don't worry, Lord Castle." ”

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It was getting late, and Wren sat in his study to deal with the day's accumulated business, while Celeste lay on the side and watched Wren work. The fire in the stove was so blazing that it didn't make a few sparks come out, making the temperature in the room very pleasant.

"Isn't it boring?", Wren rubbed his wrist and set aside the stack of documents after signing. Since the city began to be repaired, a large number of accounts and personnel transfer applications have been placed on his desk every day, and the daily affairs of the entire city have returned to the right track, no longer handled by those underground forces, but handed over to him, the city lord. The City Lord's Mansion has not had a few staff members so far, and the only Richard has been sent out by Wren, and the plan to expand the staff team is imminent. He didn't want to be overwhelmed by the heavy burden, and finally got mixed up with the identity of a golden nobleman, how could he not enjoy it?

Celeste shook his head, his eyes were foggy, the temperature in the room was so comfortable that it made people drowsy. She is the most sleepy at this age, which is enviable.

"Let's go, go to bed, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow." Wren inserted the pen into the inkwell, picked up the silk scarf and wiped the little ink from the injury, and picked her up in Celeste's shy struggle.

She buried her head in Wren's arms and struggled quietly, "Put me down, I can walk by myself." ”

Wren pursed his mouth, "While you're still young, I can still hug you, and when you grow into a big girl, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold you." ”

Celeste immediately laughed, and his whisper was crisp and lovely, like a blue bead on the plate, "You're going to gain weight!"

"Okay, okay, I'll gain weight tomorrow, but it's time to go to bed now. ”

Perhaps he was really tired, and Celeste struggled for a short while before falling into a deep sleep, curled up in Wren's arms. Wren carefully put her on the bed, covered her with the quilt and kissed her on the forehead, humming a little song and leaving, quietly closing the door.

Things have been going very smoothly in the past few days, so smooth that Ren himself thinks that maybe God is his father, but he has not relaxed his vigilance because of this, countless times the facts of others have warned him that the more smooth it is, the more careful he should be.

Because of fate, it's always such a!