"I'm the Baron of Whitestone, why can't I come to Anna Manor?" Morgaret was confused. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Listen, Morgritte, I don't mean you shouldn't have come to Anna Manor," a flush rose in Elena's face, "I mean you shouldn't have come with that woman!"

"Any questions?"

"I'm ......," Elena sat down on the couch with her bulging breasts rising and falling, "that woman you can't afford to mess with, you'd better stay away from her." ”

"I don't quite understand what you mean," Morgridet spread her hands, "I just came here to get a pass, a pass for martial law, you know I bought a batch of ore, grain and want to transport it back to White Rock Town, but now that Frost Free City is under martial law, we can't get out at all." ”

"Okay, I knew this was what you wanted, take it, hurry up. Far away from the woman, her name is not Salit Larsson at all," Irina took out a red token that she had prepared and threw it on the couch, "Her name is Salit Cambridge. ”

Irina opened the door to the lounge, glanced back at the bewildered gray dwarf, and left the lounge.

Kangqiao is a great surname of the Sabul Kingdom, and the Duke of Kangqiao, known as the Imperial Pillar, is the lord of Kangqiao County in the central part of the Sabul Empire. Fifty years ago, when the Viking Barbarian Legion reached the Rocky Mountains, the old duke of Kangqiao County led the 50,000 troops of the Southern Legion to hold back the 500,000 troops of the Barbarian Legion in the Rocky Mountains. From then on, the Sabul Empire moved south.

If the lord of White Rock Town had Kangqiao behind her surname, how could her territory be in such a remote place in the far north. You must know that near the top of the mountains there is a Viking barbarian legion garrison. How could the Duke of Kangqiao be willing to let his bloodline take such a big risk, when the Rocky Mountains were fighting, only one of the young sons of the Kangqiao lineage who was less than six years old survived because he stayed in the temple.

The Duke's parlor, Salit Larsson, has been waiting for a long time. There were people coming and going in front of her, and the clerk of the Duke of Kirov told her that she needed to wait patiently, as there were two important guests in front of her.

"All right, Mrs. Salit, you only have a quarter of an hour. Miss Elena's bar mitzvah ceremony is about to begin. The fresh book officer's hair was meticulously combed, and the folder in his hand was full of today's activity schedule.

"Yes, I'm just thanking the Duke in person. The lord of White Rock said.

Salit Larsson pushed open the heavy oak door and saw Duke Kirov with a red glow.

"Salit, you're getting prettier!" the Lord of Frostless City burst out laughing.

The Duke laughed, but the Duke is really getting younger and younger. Salit Larsson took the pink sands of time that Mowglitte had prepared from the spatial ring and handed it over.

"This is what Elena said about the sands of time?" Kirov turned the hourglass-like thing upside down, and the sand that leaked down in an instant glowed a faint pink light. "Elena should love it! I heard there's a gray dwarf in Whitestone who makes this thing?"

"Yes, it's a lighting fixture for the Grey Dwarves of the Western Ghats, but Morgaret has reworked it a little and now has a wide range of colours to choose from. ”

"Is that the sand in there a magic crystal?" asked Duke Kirov with interest.

"Yes, it's the grinding crystal. ”

"If the magic crystal becomes very cheap in the future, this thing should be able to enter the lives of ordinary people!"

"I don't quite understand what the Duke means?" asked Salit Larsen.

"You don't need to know much, you just need to know that this thing will become very cheap in the future, not only for us, but also for ordinary adventurers. ”

"But Lord Duke, magic crystals are very valuable magic materials, and ordinary people probably can't afford them, right?" Salit Larsson felt a little anxious, she didn't expect that the focus of the conversation between the two of them would be on the sands of time made by Mowglitte.

"Just remember that from now on, the magic crystal will no longer be a rare treasure. Things like the Sands of Time will no longer be precious. Duke Kirov said.

"Yes, Lord Duke, Whitestone needs a sum of money, can we get a pass?" Salit Larsson sensed that time was running out, and the banquet was about to begin. If she hesitates any longer, I'm afraid she won't have a chance today.

"In what capacity are you talking to me?" Duke Kirov's eyes narrowed into a long, narrow slit.

"Lord of White Rock Town, Honorable Duke!"

"Then you stay in Frost-Free City, and I'll make sure that White Rock has plenty of material supplies, so you don't have to worry about that. ”

"What if I'm Salit?

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Larson, that you have been stripped of your Cambridge surname. Duke Kirov's tone was gloomy.

Salit Larsson staggered out of the drawing room of the Duke of Kirov, and from the hall came the melodious music of the elves playing the music of love. The lord of White Rock had never been more helpless than he was today, and Duke Kirov's ruthless face shattered all her illusions. "It turns out that Baishi Town is not as good as a surname in Kangqiao in the hearts of these big people. ”

"Mrs. Salit, what's wrong with you?" Morgritte grabbed the pale-faced lord, and he touched the pass in his trouser pocket, deciding that it was better not to take it out first.

"I'm ......" The lord of White Rock Town lowered his head and raised his hands, and put them down weakly.

"Didn't get a pass?" asked Morgridt.

"Yes, Lord Kirov said he would guarantee the food supply in White Stone, so let's stay in Frost-Free City. "The lord of White Rock is like a child who has been exposed to a lie, and his heart is full of helplessness. It turns out that the reason why Whitestone is unimpeded in Frost-Free City is not because of Salit Larsson's ability, but because of the surname that doesn't exist.

"Am I being naïve?" said Salit Larsen, looking up, pale blue eyes filled with tears.

"You are a great lord, and you are, and you will be. "What Morkriet fears most is the tears of women, especially the tears of beautiful women.

Woo-woo, Salit Larsson fell on the gray dwarf's shoulder and began to cry, tears wetting the gray dwarf's new clothes.

Morgridet was at a loss, and she didn't know where to put her hands. Suddenly, he felt warm and delicate in his hands, and in the panic, his hand was under the familiar skirt again.