The Khedive has a good name, and everyone in Nome City knows it.

He was originally just a horse in the service of the Archon of Nome, and it was because of his name that he became famous overnight.

"What's your name, boy?"

"If you go back to my lord, my name is Khedive. ”

"Well, you have a good name, and you shouldn't be in the stable for the rest of your life. ”

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This anecdotal conversation was told by other servants who also served in the city lord's mansion, and everyone in the city lord of Nome knew about it. It is for this reason that there was a fashion in the city of Nome to invite scholars to name newborn children.

Whenever knowledge heard this or that rumor about his name, the Khedive would scoff: "Ordinary people always seek trouble for themselves." ”

The Khedive was not an ordinary man, he was born with a crystal shard, and his neighbors were amazed to praise him for growing up.

As soon as he became a teenager, the city of Nome was stricken by a plague, and the people who lived in it either died or abandoned the city, and for a time the city was empty. The Khedive's parents were also killed, but it was amazing that he, a helpless half-grown child, survived the disaster.

After the Lord Davishur had the casters timidly rid of the city's plague, he sent a new consul to shepherd the side. The Khedive, not knowing what to do, slipped into the consul's stables in a few days to earn a living.

Within two years, after the above conversation with the Archon, the Khedive were entrusted with the reuse—first the distribution of daily supplies in the Archon's mansion, then the management of the Archon's property in Norm, and finally the handling of all the business activities of the Archon family.

However, in his early twenties, even the deliberately grown beard was only a layer of soft stubble, and the Khedive became the "shadow archon" and "lord of the city" in the mouth of Nome.

All thanks to the spar he was born with.

When the plague struck, the hedron communicated with the Khedive for the first time, and it was by following its advice that the boy was lucky enough to avoid several crises. And the name Khedive, which also made the boy change his name.

"Khedive, is a noble title in ancient times, meaning governor. As the owner of the Soulbinding Crystal, you deserve it. ”

Unlike many who are pampered and arrogant, the Khedive have always remained humble. Although the consul promoted him from the stables and entrusted him with the responsibility, he still lived in the hut next to the old stables every day. The splendid dwellings that the consul had personally selected for him in the city were only the places where he went about his daily work.

"My lord, you can't forget your roots. This was the answer that the Khedive often confided in the consuls.

Whenever he heard this, the consul, who was already in his fifties, always patted himself on the belly and said fiercely: "Hmph! I don't know how to lift. ”

But no matter how many batches of people who knew the secrets because they served the Archons were secretly disposed of, the next batch of purge lists would never have the names of the "unrecognized boys" on them. On the contrary, every time the consul issued a private award, no matter how small or small, the Khedive always came first.

The Khedive had always been attentive to the Archon's orders, even with the joking phrase "take care of my horse". Having learned the knowledge of the Synthesizer Transformation Experiment contained in the Soul Binding Crystal, he does have an advantage in cultivating new mounts.

As His Excellency grew older, gained weight, and always had to wear neat ceremonial armor, the average horse was uncomfortable to ride, even if it could be loaded. Often, the only way to put a thick skin under the saddle was to make the archon's buttocks less bumpy when riding.

The Khedive volunteered to present the consuls with a new breed he had bred.

This kind of mount has a thick layer of soft flesh on its back, and it does not need to be padded with animal skin under the saddle, and the rider will not feel hard; it has the blood of a six-legged horse common to the desert tribes, and its six legs can support its body to bear a lot of weight; the "Bearer" has a strong personality, and will not be frightened even if it is an axe in battle; and last but not least, this mount is so intelligent that it can control its progress by the words of its master alone, even if it does not tighten its bridles.

The consuls of Nome had harvested such good horses, and naturally regarded them as treasures. After commending Khedive again, he was ordered to cultivate more of this kind of BMW.

It's just that the "Centaurs", as synthetics, do not eat ordinary coarse grains, and have no meat and no pleasure, and must have fresh meat in their feed to eat, and even except for the Khedive, this ferocious synthetic beast has the potential to harm any servant who feeds it.

It costs a lot of money to train such a mount, but as the "favorite" of the Archon, these expenses are naturally compensated for by the new taxes that are apportioned to everyone in the entire Nome City.

In fact, this is not the first time that the "shadow archons" have done this kind of thing of "benefiting one person and harming a hundred households...... Behind all the lucrative businesses in which the consul family intervened, there was often the figure of the Khedive.

Coupled with the horse tax caused by his sacrifice of "centaurs", the Nomes began to refer to the Khedif as "centaurs".

"The people of all ages in the city call me a man, and it's fitting that you don't say it," said the Khedive, who was sitting in the consul's mansion and sipping a drink made of hibiscus juice, "Thanks to the consul's elevation, the contemptible people naturally have to serve the king and do some work to devour people." ”

Standing in front of him was Santos, the owner of the "Sand Rhino Caravan", a large businessman with a wide body and a fat body, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead, his mind racing and thinking about how to deal with the difficulties at this moment.

"Looking at you like this, you still know how scared. Why did you refuse to deliver goods to us? The Presenter said, the Moon Candy can be sold in Nome City thanks to the recipe scroll you brought from the Coptic, and now that there is no raw material to make, shouldn't you take care of the matter yourself?"

The Khedive placed his cup heavily on the table in front of him, like a sand hyena locking onto his prey, staring at Santos in front of him.

Although the owner of the Sand Rhino Caravan has also done some shady things, he really doesn't want to touch the business related to Moon Candy anymore, considering himself a serious businessman.

"Mr. Khedive, this time it was not my intention to prevaricate. It's just that you know, the current trade route from Nome to Kotep not only needs to avoid the war zone between the two tribes of Sasha and Salem, but also the route that originally passed through the territory of the Dragon's Lair has also become a lifeless and dangerous route due to the presence of the dragon known as the Tyrant of the Wild Sands, and as for the detour, all other routes will pass through other cities, and it doesn't matter if the raw materials of the moon candy are found in the goods, and those raw materials are confiscated, won't it delay your affairs even more?"

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