The rising morning sun slowly dispelled the white mist that drifted lightly across the plains in the early spring morning. A soft, warm circle of light sprinkled over the earth, slowly chasing the darkness that retreated to the west. At the end of the plain, a white city is still sleeping. But soon, the orange sunlight was like an invisible hand, gently removing the transparent light veil that wrapped her in the majestic city.

First in a corner, then gradually expanding, those magnificent domes reflect mesmerizing colors. A white pigeon fluttered its wings and swirled from the shadows to the light. Oak City awoke, revealing its splendor like a dazzling treasure.

In the corner of the lower town, a man sits in front of the attic window and looks down and writes something. He was undeniably a handsome man, with a well-proportioned physique, of medium stature, without the formidable athleticism of being feared, and not too thin and thin. The short blond hair is neatly trimmed, the smart and fair face has a delicate mustache, and the smile that appears from time to time looks very elegant and polite. His eyes were bright, and with his teeth as white and neat as pearls, he was so kind and calm.

Unlike the other courtiers, Rogette Hill was the Minister of Civil Affairs of the Kingdom of Orem, and he was not accustomed to living in the aristocratic circles of the Uptown. In his words, "People are always the most simple, aren't they? ”

Having said that, this does not hinder his pursuit of quality of life at all. In this small living room, there are retro sofas made of Zoco leather, carpets made of moonweave, the most exclusive furniture produced in the province of Belém, and even the eagle feather pen of Saint-Slan, and the stone crystal ink of the dwarven realm. Everything that can be seen is tested to the extreme.

By this time, the people of the lower town had already begun their day's work, and Rogett was no exception, as he was replying to some of the necessary drafts and personal private messages.

In addition to the White Oak Province, the Royal House of Orum has two provinces, and the Sardinian Province, which produces a lot of gold coins, is also one of them. Strictly speaking, the work of the Minister of Civil Affairs was boring, and the daily correspondence took up a lot of Rogett's time. However, some people are naturally enthusiastic, and Rogett is obviously happy about this position.

The flames danced happily in the fireplace, the slender tip of the pen left a beautiful line of writing on the parchment, and the rhythmic rustle flowed through the quiet air.

The door to the living room was gently pushed open, and an old butler walked up to Rogett and whispered a few words.

The Minister of Home Affairs did not stop the eagle feather pen in his hand. "Let him in, I don't know what kind of goods I brought this time. ”

Ending with a beautiful signature, Rogett neatly folded the parchment, dotted the seal with some dark red fire paint, and finally imprinted it with the emblem ring on his little finger. "Send it out as soon as possible. ”

The old butler took the letter, bowed and withdrew.

Moving his stiff body slightly, Rogette took a sip of a glass of pale green liquid, and he looked out the window at the increasingly busy street scene.

The slightly astringent juice brings out a delicate layer in the mouth, and Rogett is very fond of this light fruit wine. However, this kind of green mist wine from the forest at the beginning of the month is very expensive, and any barrel costs dozens of gold coins, and if it is a little older, I am afraid it is normal to spend hundreds of gold coins.

When the door opened again, the old butler walked in with several young girls and a lean man.

The girls, dressed in bright silver tulle, lined up in the middle of the living room, brightening up the already somewhat dimly lit room. They are all young, it is the best season of life, the rounded shoulders exposed to the air without a trace of fat, and the tight skin releases a healthy glow.

Rogett glanced at them, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath of satisfaction, as if sniffing something, "Praise the Lord God! Hey, with them, I should be a few years younger. He smiled kindly.

"Don't say that, adults. What bastard with no eyes has any objections to your age, let him come to me!I promise I'll knock out a few of his teeth!" The man standing in the doorway shook his fist angrily, expressing his displeasure.

Rogett left his desk and walked over to the group of girls. "You're getting better at talking, Le Châl. ”

Le Chal hunched over and flattered with a flattering expression. "Believe me, my lord, my words are firmer and more honest than the white rocks on Mount Ösk. ”

Soon, Rogett discovers an existence that catches his eye. It was a girl with long pale yellow hair, her skin was slightly dark, and her charming figure appeared in the light gauze skirt, as if it was not her body that was wrapped in fabric, but the whirlpool that attracted all the primitive **.

"What's your name?" Roggett looked at the girl's lowered face.

"Duo...... Doreen ...... "The girl's voice is small.

Rogette circles the girl, as if admiring a great masterpiece of the Creator. "Are you scared?"

The girl nodded hesitantly, but quickly shook her head again.

Rogett smiled, he felt the honesty of the girl. Stopping behind the girl, Rogett picked up her hair, buried his nose in it and sniffed it softly, it was a natural fragrance. "Don't be afraid, Doreen. It's someone else to be afraid of, believe me, it won't be long before the men of Oak City will fall under your long skirt. ”

A flush crept up the girl's neck. "Yes...... Yes, sir. ”

"Send this girl to the 'Yeluo Garden', and let the rest be arranged. Roggett instructed the butler.

The "Night Lorro Garden" is famous throughout the kingdom of Orem, but its owner is mysterious. During the day, it's a chic two-storey mansion, and at night, it's a place of lust. There are women from all over the world, they are clever and powerful, and there are men who are either rich or noble, and they spend a lot of money on noble status.

No one knew that this was one of the estates in Rogett's name, and of course, with the Lord God above, this was a business that could not see the light of day.

The girls withdrew with the old butler, and only the Minister of Civil Affairs and the slightly cramped Le Chal were left in the drawing-room.

Le Chal was nervous, and to be honest, as an unidentified businessman, this was one of the few chances he would have seen Rogett, the last time being years ago.

Rogett sat back in his soft chair and beckoned. "Come here, dear Le Chât. ”

"Yes, sir. Le Chal walked briskly to Rogett's side, his body lowered, like a bent shrimp.

"Do you know why I'm seeing you today?" Rogett stroked Lechal's shoulder, and before waiting for an answer, he continued, "Hey, Lechal, this is the foxtail of the Westlands......, isn't it? That's good stuff. ”

"I didn't ...... It didn't cost a few coins, my lord ......"

"Ha, this is the Duolun Black Diamond from the Black Rock Duolun Mountains?" Le Chal was lifted in his hand, and he wore a ring set with a large gem on his middle finger.

"No......" Le Chal was just about to speak, his hand was suddenly pressed on the table, a dazzling cold light flashed, accompanied by Rogett's cold voice, "How dare you!" A sharp dagger pierced his palm and nailed it to the table.

"Ah...... Ah......h

"How dare you hit me on the head!" Roggett let go of his dagger and sat there, looking down at the reptile kneeling in front of him. "Do you know how much thought I put into what happened last time? Fool! In this land, the things that can be solved with gold coins are not terrible, but the terrible thing is that those things that cannot be buried with gold coins can become a means to kill yourself in the blink of an eye!"

Le Chal cried, but he did not dare to pull out the dagger nailed to his hand, he knew that if the adult in front of him wanted to kill himself, it would be as easy as drinking water. "Your Excellency...... Last time, I didn't know where that girl came from......" he defended, "I swear to the Lord God, no, to the Demon King of Hell! If I knew that she was forcibly kidnapped, how dare I sell her to you!"

"The Lord God is above!Contract!Contract, do you understand?!" Rogette even felt that he was wasting his time, "Hell, remember me with your straw-stuffed head!I'll just sign the deed girl!Don't send the girl you snatched from an unknown place, leave it to the idiots with perverted habits!"

"Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" said Le Chal nodded rapidly, he saw hope for his life.

Rogett took a sip of Green Mist Wine and looked much calmer. "I'm very satisfied with the girl this time, let's talk about it, how many gold coins?"

"It'......s my pleasure to be satisfied! To show my loyalty to you......" With a distorted face and a flattering look, Le Chal is now comical like a clown.

Rogett fiddled with the wine glass in his hand, the pale green liquid swaying in the glass. "Dear Le Chart, you know, I am a fair man. ”

"Yes, my lord, I have never doubted that. ”

"Eight hundred Audina, you deserve your reward, go to my butler and take it. With that, Rogette drew his dagger, causing Le Chal to convulse. "Remember for me, if there is a next time, it will not be your palm that will be pierced, but your head!"

"Absolutely not, my lord, absolutely!" said Le Chal in a trembling voice, and then crawled away from the nightmarish living room. Although the price was very fair, this meeting that almost cost him his life was obviously enough for him to remember for the rest of his life.

Rogett took out a silk handkerchief from his chest pocket, gently wiped the blood from the dagger, and threw it on the table. Looking at the dazzling red on the table, he showed a look of disgust.

"My lord, what do you command?" the old butler heard the bell and quickly appeared in the drawing-room.

"Replace this table. He paused, "Prepare the carriage, today's show hasn't started yet." ”