"If you don't believe it, there's nothing to say. Please come back. Novis said lightly.

"I'm definitely leaving. However, I warn you, if you dare to say anything inappropriate, I will definitely let my sister kill you. Grant grinned.

"You dare to threaten me?" Novis looked unusually angry, anger burning like a burning fire in her eyes.

"No, no, no, it's not a threat, it's just, huh...... Reminder, yes, kind reminder. Grant laughed.

Novis's face was like frost, and people shuddered when they saw it: "I really shouldn't have helped you at that time." ”

"If you don't help me, you can get out of here. You're just a kitten from my sister, and when do you want to kick you off, isn't it still a matter of my words?" Grant narrowed his eyes.

"Get out!"

Seeing Grant's triumphant expression, Novis finally couldn't hold back and let out a heartfelt roar.

......

In the next few days, Aaron had a relatively comfortable life.

First of all, Mitulin led the army back in the dust, and although some of the soldiers were wounded, everyone, including the soldiers, had a look of joy on their faces, giving the impression that they had won the battle.

After Miturin returned to the mansion, he immediately called Aaron and asked Aaron to hand over all the materials related to Gazon that he had prepared, and then left the mansion with a dozen of his subordinates without stopping.

Aaron offers to go to Pagina with Mitulin, but is stopped by Mitulin.

"You can't go right now...... Wait a minute, I'll go and find out the wind first, and you'll also take this opportunity to deal with the affairs of the dwarves. ”

Aaron looked at Miturin's fading figure and sighed, "Razor, you have a good father. ”

Razor rubbed his nose: "Do you still need to say this?"

Next, Aaron also began to get busy.

Occam's body has basically recovered, and the wounds on his body are basically scarred. Aaron provided a large amount of milk and let Occam take a milk bath, and his skin was tightly lubricated.

Just as even Razor was lamenting Aaron's generosity, Aaron explained to him that he wanted to make Occam look like he hadn't been wronged in Ravel, and more specifically, to make him seem to be enjoying his life in Ravel.

Razor looked at Occam, who still had bruises all over his body, and almost laughed in his heart: "Occam really enjoys his life in Ravel. ”

However, Aaron immediately showed a stern gaze, and Razor had to shrink his neck and close his mouth.

Just as Aaron confidently planned his next move, the appearance of a dwarf disrupted Aaron's deployment.

It happened that Aaron was eating when he suddenly saw Randall, the butler, leading a dwarf in. The dwarf looked not young, and snow-white hair had already appeared on his head.

When the dwarf saw Aaron, his whole body looked very cramped, and his two hands seemed to be extra, and he didn't know where to put them.

"Who is he?" Aaron asked Randall as he wiped his mouth as he put down the half-milk he had just drunk.

Randall also shook his head: "I don't know who he is. However, I saw that he had been inquiring about the location of the Duke's Palace on the street, so I brought him over.

"Really?" Aaron turned his attention to the dwarf.

The dwarf looked a little shorter than Bunian and was older than Bunian, although Bunian was scruffy and unkempt. The face does not have the usual beard of dwarves, but is shaved clean with a razor. The eye sockets are deep, and the eyes look a little scared.

"What's your name?" Aaron asked, looking at the slightly nervous dwarf standing in front of him.

"Albert. The dwarf replied in a low voice.

"What's the matter with the Duke's Palace, I remember that the relationship between the Terrans and the Dwarves wasn't good enough for you to walk the streets unrestrainedly.

"Are you Duke of Mitulin?" Albert asked in a low voice.

"It's not. Duke Mitulin was not in Tanya and was out. ”

Albert's face was a little disappointed: "Do you know when he will be back?" Albert asked.

"Probably...... I don't know...... Maybe a month or two. Aaron casually gave an answer.

"Huh, how long is it going to take?" Albert's face turned pale.

"What the hell are you going on, can't you tell?" Aaron said impatiently.

"Ah...... Oh. Albert's expression was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted again, "Can you call the shots?"

"I'm Razor, the son of Duke Miturin, and I should be able to call the shots about some things, can you tell me what it is?" Aaron sneered.

Listening to Aaron's words, Albert fell into deep thought, and after about five or six minutes, he spoke again: "That's right, we heard that you have a member of our clan here, and the patriarch wants me to come and have a look, and if possible, the patriarch wants me to take him back." ”

Aaron's heart chuckled. Of course he knew who the dwarves Albert was referring to, but who leaked this news?

After thinking about it, Aaron felt that only one person would tell the dwarves about it—the dwarves' sellers.

But what's in it for him, or is he just trying to make his life uncomfortable?

Originally, Aaron wanted to slow down this matter and let Bunian's memory recover a little more before making a decision. But Albert's arrival seemed to bring the matter forward.

Looking at Aaron's uncertain face, the dwarf also chose to be silent. Now that he has told the young man in front of him all his purpose, the rest depends on the young man's choice.

"Do you know Winnie?" Aaron asked, looking up suddenly.

Albert was startled by the sudden voice and asked reflexively, "Who are you talking about?"

"I mean Duchess Winnie. Aaron said.

The dwarf's face changed: "I ...... I don't know. As he spoke, Albert's eyes looked elsewhere.

"Sure enough, there is something strange. Aaron sneered inwardly.

"The dwarves probably won't tell us about it. Razor said inside Aaron's body.

"So what do you think we should do?" Aaron asked rhetorically.

"You're so stupid, if they don't say it, won't we look into it?" Razor glanced at Aaron with disdain.

"How?" asked Aaron.

"Do you dare to take a trip to the Dwarves?" asked Razor.

"What is there to dare to do. Isn't it some kind of net, but more dangerous than St. Desi?" said Aaron.

"That's it. You tell the dwarf that we're going to the dwarves, to exchange the dwarves on the one hand, and to bridge the gap between the two races. See what the dwarves have to say. Razor laughed.

"Ah, aren't you afraid I'll die?" Aaron immediately showed a bitter melon face.

"I'm afraid, but why my mother died is also important to me. So, I know it's dangerous, but, please. ”

Aaron sighed, I really owe you in my last life. (To be continued.) )