The magic caravan drove along the avenue.

Surdak sat in the carriage, wondering if he should return to the city of Hylanza as soon as possible after the matter was over.

After all, Vol Village III. The construction of the main body of the reservoir has begun, and the third expansion of the reservoir almost crosses the upper valley of the village of Wall, building a real semi-circular arc type of reinforced concrete dam, after the completion of this dam, it indicates that the main three stages of the reservoir of the village have been completed, after the completion of this dam, the storage capacity of the reservoir can meet the irrigation of all the land in the village of Wall.

As for the fourth-level reservoir, it is an overflow tank designed by Surdak, and only when there is a flash flood or continuous rain, and the river in the village reaches its maximum discharge, and still cannot pour rainwater upstream, the gate of the fourth-level reservoir will be opened, and the excess rainwater will be injected into the fourth-level reservoir.

The fifth-level reservoir has a smaller role, it is more like a landscape belt around the entire reservoir project, which will create a shallow water area, and in the future, the fifth-level reservoir will be a holy place to cool off in summer.

The townhouses in the village will end at the end of September, because once it enters October, the harvest festival and the coming-of-age festival will be ushered in in the village, and then the large-scale autumn harvest will begin, and this year there will be nearly 1,000 acres of wheat fields ready to be harvested in the village, and then all the work in the village will be stopped again.

The villagers who built their villas in Karl Manor will also return to the village of Wall to participate in the autumn harvest.

Surdak had already greeted Karl early......

A group of swordsmen stopped in the middle of the avenue, and they emerged from the side alley almost at the same time as the magic caravan drove by.

The first heavily armed constructed swordsman raised his hand and stopped the magic caravan.

The coachman hurriedly jumped out of the carriage and pouted his ass to greet the team of constructed swordsmen, who looked a little nervous in the face of these constructed swordsmen wearing cold visors.

"Routine checks, open the car door, and stand aside!"

The swordsman at the head waved impatiently at the coachman.

The coachman walked to the side of the road with a bitter face, and looked at the constructed swordsmen with horror.

The leader of the constructed swordsman stood at the door of the carriage with two swordsmen, looking at the carriage without saying a word.

Surdak emerged from the carriage and saw the chest of the constructed swordsman. The former family crest, I felt a little familiar, and for a while I couldn't remember where I had seen it, Surdak was sure that wearing such a family crest on his chest was basically impossible for the rebels.

Since he was not a rebel, Surdak felt that it was irrelevant.

Surdak wore both the Noble Badge and the Knight's Badge on his chest, jumped out of the magic caravan, and deliberately spread his hands out to prevent the group of poor-faced constructed swordsmen in front of him from using any excuse to play on the topic.

The leader of the constructed swordsman stared at Surdak with a cold face and said, "Routine inspection! ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Surdak to say anything, and walked up to untie the sword on Surdak's waist.

Surdak took two steps back, but did not hand over his sword, and the two constructed swordsmen behind the leader immediately dispersed, blocking the retreat on the left and right sides of Surdak, and his body exuded a murderous aura.

Surdak could feel that the team of constructed swordsmen in front of him were all elite swordsmen who had experienced a hundred battles, and as long as he made the slightest move, he would be greeted by the thunderous offensive of this team of constructed swordsmen.

The leader of the constructed swordsman walked up and said coldly to Surdak, "You'd better not resist uselessly, we're just doing a routine check......

Surdak leaned back on the carriage of the magic caravan as the constructed swordsman approached him again, reaching for the saber at his waist.

Blocking the hand of the constructed swordsman, the constructed swordsman seemed to have expected Surdak to do this, his wrist flipped and turned into a fist to slash at Surdak's neck, and the other arm was bent up, and he slammed his elbow into Surdak's chest, the movement was so coherent that Surdak was almost caught off guard.

Surdak blocked a slap from the Constructed Knight's sword with his arm, but he didn't have time to bother with his elbow that slammed into his chest.

He bent his knees, his shoulders blocking the elbows of the swordsman.

The elbow of the constructed swordsman hit his shoulder, and he only felt as if he had been hit by a running rhinoceros, and the huge force immediately ripped off the leather armor on his shoulder, and a huge force caused his body to fall backwards uncontrollably, and his thick back hit the carriage of the caravan, and suddenly there was a thud, and the carriage almost fell apart.

Surdak tried to take advantage of the situation to get through the carriage and get out from the other side of the carriage, but he found that at some point there were two more swordsmen in the middle of him, along with the magic caravan......

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Beatrice stepped barefoot on the stone pavement, whispering to Hathaway as she went, and when they reached the side door of the manor, the two of them were very tacit and silent.

Hathaway pushes open the side door of the manor, and from here through the side gardens and stables, you can see the main house of the manor.

Seeing that the door of the side door seemed to be unguarded, Hathaway patted her chest, exhaled a long breath, and motioned for Beatrice, who was carrying the crystal slipper, to follow.

She saw Beatrice standing a little reservedly in place, and turned her head to see a team of constructed swordsmen standing in the shadows of the garden.

Hathaway knew that these constructed swordsmen were all members of the constructed swordsman group under his father, Marquis Luther, and they usually did not appear on this side of the manor, thinking that it was probably because he escaped without permission that Marquis Luthor would use his constructed swordsman regiment, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Miss Hathaway, Lord Marquis, please!"

One of the constructed swordsmen said to Hathaway in a calm tone.

With that, the team of constructed swordsmen sandwiched Hathaway and Beatrice in the middle, motioning for them to follow.

Hathaway spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders, following behind the constructed swordsman.

The group did not go to the main house of the manor, but followed the garden path all the way to the front gate of the manor, where a round arched building was built on top of the large iron gate, and the carriage entering the manor through the front door passed through a narrow doorway, and along the stone steps behind, Hathaway followed the swordsman team to the observation deck in front of the main entrance.

I saw that the Marquis of Luthor was wearing only a silk white shirt, a soft leather waistcoat, a pair of crystal leather tight-legged breeches underneath, a pair of riding boots on his feet, and one foot on the battlement of the watchtower, leaning out to look outside.

His hair was meticulously combed, but his face was a little frighteningly gloomy.

Seeing the appearance of Marquis Luther, Beatrice, who had a round face, stuck out her tongue in fright, and took the initiative to hide behind Hathaway, not daring to face Marquis Luther's scrutinizing gaze.

Marquis Luthor turned his head, glared at Hathaway, snorted coldly, and ignored her, and stood there alone looking out into the street.

Hathaway walked cautiously, thinking about how to remove the anger in Marquis Luther's heart.

Beatrice didn't think so, and she saw Marquis Luthor looking out of the manor, and she also looked out curiously.

I saw a group of swordsmen on the street outside the manor, surrounding a magic caravan, and several swordsmen were fighting around a person......

Beatrice felt that the magic caravan was a little familiar, and looked closely, and found that the magic caravan happened to be the one she and Hathaway had just ridden, and the guy who was surrounded by a group of swordsmen looked a lot like Surdak.

She secretly pulled Hathaway and pointed to the street outside.

At first, Hathaway didn't notice it, but when she saw Beatrice winking at her, Hathaway immediately realized that something was wrong, and she looked in the direction of Beatrice's finger, only to see that there seemed to be a fight going on in the street.

She knew that Beatrice wouldn't let her look out of the street for no reason, and since there was a large open space outside the gates of Lutor Manor where carriages could be parked, and the lookout was a long way from the street, Hathaway only glanced at Surdak who had been beaten back by the Constructed Swordsmen.

Hathaway's eyes widened, and for a moment her face turned a little frighteningly pale.

She didn't know what her father would do in his rage.

The Marquis of Luthor held the power in his hands, and it was not a big deal to kill a knight, and that group of swordsmen was clearly his men.

"You can't do this, he's my friend, please let him go......"

Hathaway hurriedly walked over to Marquis Luther's side and said.

She knew how powerful those Constructed Swordsmen were, and she feared that if she hesitated, Surdak would die at the hands of those Constructed Swordsmen.

"You turned a deaf ear to my grounding order and snuck out during the day just to see him?" Marquis Luthor asked in a deep voice, his tone full of anger.

Hathaway nodded and explained in a low voice, "Yes, he came to see me in Bednar City this time, and out of politeness to his friends, I only sneaked out to meet him once." ”

She knew Luther's temper, and usually Marquis Luther's anger would subside if she said this, but apparently not this time.

Marquis Luthor snorted coldly.

"Daddy!"

Hathaway begged.

Annabella's carriage stopped at the gate of the manor, and when she stepped out of the carriage, she saw a group of people standing on the lookout at the gate, leaning against the battlement of the wall was her brother Marquis Luthor and niece Hathaway.