Star gold is priceless and marketable. It is definitely not an easy task to bring out the power of the stars contained in it. Just refining it from raw ore into metal was already stumped for a great alchemist like Feith. To make this metal into various magicians, it often requires the cooperation of several astrologers, spellmasters, magicians, and archalchemists to slowly unleash the power contained within. Not to mention how difficult it is to gather so many top figures in the wizarding world, even if they are together, whether they can succeed is only a matter of five or five. Among the artifacts that survive, as long as they involve the use of space, they will more or less contain some star gold.

Rogge's heart was in difficulty, how to get this thing was a problem, and how to get rid of it was another problem. Although there are strange goods to live in, there are few in the world that can know the goods and are willing to buy. If you don't sell, they won't buy. Ten or eight years will not necessarily find the next buyer. Although it can't be rotten, it can't be broken, but this kind of treasure is put in the hand, which makes people worry all the time and have trouble sleeping. At the beginning, the Immortal Spring provoked thieves to flock to it, and a few aristocratic youths spent no less than a thousand gold coins just on the backyard defense.

What's more, buying and selling this kind of thing, although getting rich is getting rich overnight, the risk is also proportional to foreign wealth. After thinking about it, Rogers still felt that it was safer to give up this thing and change a few more slaves. Hundreds of dwarven slaves may not seem to be worth a tenth of the value of this star gold, but it is a real gold after all. Moreover, with the permission to provide weapons and armaments to the principality, the value of these dwarves must far exceed their market value.

At this time, Jing Ge and Benjamin also came over, staring at this small mysterious metal with a fascinated expression. Gold, the golden gold of the stars with the sparkling starlight, and the simple, simple and thick gold of the gold coin, slowly flow in everyone's heart.

The three of them glanced at each other, and Rogge spoke first: "The value of this piece of star gold, we all know it, this thing is of little use to me, which of you two is interested?"

Benjamin and Jing Ge were also thinking carefully. Having been in business for many years, Benjamin is well aware of the fact that the value of the gold coins in his hands is much higher than his future income. What's more, he was more optimistic about the underground veins of Dwarf City, and the only thing that bothered him was the sudden appearance of the Abyss Devourer. The dwarves are known for their magical talents, but why are they able to summon such a large number of abyssal creatures?

However, Benjamin thought that the lives of miners were still less valuable than the mineral deposits. Now the livelihood of the people in the surrounding countries of the Duchy of Ron is not getting worse day by day, and many farmers have lost their land and become homeless. It is estimated that it will not take much money to recruit a lot of displaced people, and even some people can go to the mines to work their lives as long as they are in charge of food and shelter.

But Jing Ge was unexpectedly interested in this piece of star gold. In any case, Ken's purchase of this item must represent a huge amount of resources and connections in the field of magic, which makes Rogge curious about Jing Ge's identity.

The three of them are all old and slick, resourceful and decisive characters, and they have discussed the ownership of the stolen goods in a few simple words. Jing Ge obtained the Star Gold, Benjamin still obtained all the underground ore veins, Rogge obtained all the dwarves, and agreed with Benjamin that in the future, various scarce metals would be guaranteed to supply the Hammer of the God of War at a low price, and half of the annual income of the "Helen" hotel under Jing Ge's jurisdiction would be given to Rogge.

After thinking about it, Jing Ge immediately took the Star Gold and put it into an inconspicuous leather bag. The magic fluctuations peculiar to Stellar Gold disappeared immediately, which surprised Rogge again. This little bag can do a lot of things at some point! Of course, the purpose of this moment is to keep Floya's vampire from discovering that such a thing exists. Jing Ge took out another piece of amber jade from his body and put it in the box. This piece of amber jade is very peculiar, condensed in the eyeballs of a large unknown creature, and the subtle folds in the pale yellow pupils are clearly visible. A faint wave of magic came out.

Rogge didn't see much, but his knowledge was quite broad, which was also due to the fact that the fat man had read countless idle books and miscellaneous books. But he didn't know what it was. Before he could ask, a slender hand snatched the amber jade away.

"What is this? It's weird!" Floya studied the amber over and over again, but couldn't get the point. So he casually put it in his small pocket and said lazily: "This thing belongs to me!"

The three big and small foxes glanced at each other, all of them faintly with flesh pain, but they didn't dare to lose half a point of flattery on their faces. Floya was very proud and hummed a little song.

After finally cleaning the dwarven dungeon, the few remaining hunters set off with a long procession of dwarves. Benjamin mobilized the men of the Clark Chamber of Commerce and began to secretly take over the Dwarven Hills. The dwarves are fierce and stubborn. Hunters and dwarves can now be said to be as deep as the sea. Along the way, hunters constantly beat and cursed dwarves and dwarves rose up to resist. On the second day, as they crossed the Silent Forest, the conflict between the hunters and the dwarves finally broke out.

First, a hunter knocked down a slow old dwarf and whipped it ferociously. At this moment, a dozen dwarves who had been warriors suddenly pounced and knocked the hunter to the ground. Seeing this, the three hunters nearby pounced with their knives and cut down several dwarves on the periphery. However, more dwarves rushed up, drowning the four hunters in the crowd.

Immediately, more than a hundred dwarves broke away from the group and fled into the depths of the forest. Rogge, who was at the front of the line, was shocked and angry when he learned about this. The fat man, Kate, and Franco immediately led a dozen or so people to chase down. Since all the dwarves, except for the sick, the elderly, and the children, were starved for more than three days as a precaution, Rog easily intercepted the escaped slaves in the forest.

It was easy to deal with these defenseless and hungry dwarves. In order to prevent the dwarves from escaping, Rogge first cast several spider web spells or vine winding spells around the surroundings, and then Kate and Franco descended from the mountain tigers to crisscross the dwarves. Although the dwarves were all desperate to the death, they were overwhelmed by hunger and were knocked to the ground one by one.

A quarter of an hour later, more than a hundred fleeing dwarves were taken back. Rogge, Kate, and Jing Ge had a secret discussion for a short time, and Jing Ge stepped forward. As soon as he gave the order, his men immediately captured ten dwarven children. Seven or eight dwarves immediately cried out, and it seemed that these were their children.

"Now I'll show you! What happens if you want to resist and escape! Aren't you very harmful, you can still run after three days of hunger, and you can still kill four of my men! Don't worry, I won't kill you, I won't kill those who escape! But these children! I want to pay for the lives of my men! These children were killed by you guys who escaped!"

The samurai holding the dwarven child fell with his sword, and four heads rolled to the ground. Crying, scolding, and even quarreling among the dwarves rang out in one place.

"Stop!" Rogge shouted, running over.

He stopped the samurai who was about to continue his attack, and quarreled violently with Jing Ge. After a while, Rog returned to the dwarf queue and said in a loud voice, "The lives of these six children are left for the time being! Do it for yourself!"

Although there were still a few strong dwarves whose eyes were full of hatred, Rog was satisfied to see that most of the strong dwarves had a look of helplessness and frustration on their faces.

This plan is extremely poisonous, so that any dwarf who wants to escape again will become a person who wants to kill these children. Not to mention that most of them will be caught, and the parents of these children will not let him go from now on. Although it was Rogge and Kate who really harmed the entire dwarven race, in this case, most people would transfer their hatred to a greater or lesser extent to the direct cause: the fleeing dwarves. If you really have a long-term vision and can figure out the key to it, you won't think too much.

Rogge will have to face these dwarves directly in the future, and he also needs them to pile up their gold coins a little higher, so he naturally wants to seize this opportunity to sell well. As for this character who harms and makes the dwarves hateful, Jing Ge couldn't be more suitable to play it. I don't know how many slaves pass through his hands every year, and he doesn't care about these two or three thousand more enemies.

The little scuffle quickly subsided. Rogge also restrained his subordinates, it was okay to beat, but to be careful when scolding, especially not to insult the beliefs and customs of the dwarves.

Nothing happened all the way. On this day, Floya suddenly found Rogge and gave him a large, thick, and old notebook, saying that it was quite interesting, and asked him to take a closer look.

Anyway, when he had nothing to do, Rogge studied in the carriage. This turned out to be the notes of the Heavenly Eye, which recorded the major events of this dwarven tribe for more than 150 years and the experience of the Heavenly Eye in magic. The account was in continental lingua franca, and although the dwarven calligraphy was not worthy of compliment, Rogge reluctantly searched through the scribbled handwriting. Dwarves, elves, dragons, and other races are full of mysteries to humans, and it is rare to have access to first-hand historical materials.

"What's more," thought Rogge, "learn a little more about the habits of the dwarves, and let them earn me more money later." ”

The heavy notebook opened, and a thrilling history was resurrected from the dust.

"November 977 of the God of War calendar. This is already the third bitter winter. There are fewer and fewer prey in the mountains, and the water veins underground are drying up. It seems that it is time to advise the patriarch to limit the consumption of alcohol by the clansmen. After all, a barrel of ale wine is enough food for three dwarves for a month. ”

"October of the year 979 of the God of War calendar. It's already the fifth cold and dry winter. Perhaps this is what the Great Prophecy calls 'seven years of desolation'? Fortunately, a new water source was dug in the ground last month, otherwise I really don't know how to get through this winter. It's just that this water source was found after digging deeper than 400 meters. How many people have died for this water source? ten, or eleven? In any case, we must hold on here, as long as there are two more years! The greatest prophet of the dwarves, Cladricmore, knows everything, and the Book of Great Prophecy that he wrote at the cost of his last life must be correct. Just hold on for another two years!"

"April of the ninety-eighth year of the God of War calendar. There is still no sign of this winter. There are no animals in the whole mountain, and the forest is dying in patches. O great god of war, do you really want to abandon your people! Two small tribes in the nearby mountains have begun to migrate outward. May the god of war bless them from the path of the devil as called in the Book of Great Prophecy.... I really miss the taste of ale..."

"September of the ninety-eighth year of the god of war calendar. Five full months passed, and there was only one light rain in five months. There is only one of the deepest underground water sources left. The great wizard of the clan has been casting spells for more than ten days in a row, but the flames in the altar have not changed at all. O god of war, are you not willing to give us any more revelations? The workers have dug 1,100 meters deep, but there is no hope of finding any water source. ”

"November of the ninety-eighth year of the God of War calendar. The fifth tribe has moved away and is heading for the road of no return to the East. The Misty Forests that separated the kingdoms of the mountain dwarves from the hill dwarves in the west have expanded. The first child of starvation has already appeared in the clan. ”

"April 981 in the Ares calendar. And the last year is the end of the 'seven years of desolation' in the prophecy. There are only two dwarven tribes that still insist on staying here, the Doncuri Mountains, the birthplace of the alpine dwarves. But we can't hold on any longer, and the Flame Hammer has finally decided to move, and the elders have agreed, so what's the use of my own opposition? Although the demons are waiting for us ahead, according to the Book of Great Prophecy, there will still be a tribe that is lucky enough to avoid this disaster. O god of war, I am not cursing our brother tribe. But the number of the tribe is already less than seven thousand. Just three years ago, there were 20,000 people!"

"May 983 of the God of War calendar. The two-year trek was finally over, and only more than three thousand people reached their destination. It's a nice place, rich in mineral veins, forests, food, and water. The only thing that is disturbing is that we are a little closer to the greedy, cunning human beings. It's just that why is my heart so full of anxiety and fear?"

"January 988 of the God of War calendar. Since taking root here, the population of the clan has finally begun to recover. However, the flames of the altar never changed, and I could not feel the slightest breath of the Holy Flame Warrior, the messenger of the God of War. For more than ten years, I can no longer communicate with the messenger of the god of war and receive the oracle. ”

"February of the ninth year of the God of War calendar. This is the first time we've had the same nightmare, dreaming that we're building a city on the heart of a demon, and the evil in the distance is peering over the dwarven riches. It seems that the lucky tribe in the Book of Great Prophecy may not be us. Perhaps, it's time for us to move away again. ”

"April of the ninth ** year of the God of War calendar. Once again, our king rejected my proposal. Now the sentinels are starting to disappear suddenly, and the people are starting to get sick for no apparent reason. We have been abandoned by the god of war, and according to the book of great prophecy, demons will be born in the blood and wealth of the dwarves. ”

Rogge flipped another page.

"There aren't a few elite warriors left in the clan. The devil is cunning and ferocious beyond anyone's imagination! Perhaps only that magic can save ...... No, not salvation, fate is unchangeable. But I'm going to make the demons pay a price, even if it's at the cost of my soul, even if I can't return to the glory of the god of war, I'm going to make the demons pay!"

Seeing this, Rog couldn't help but give the most vicious curse to this dwarven wizard. It is estimated that the magic that this old thing called the eye of heaven is the magic that summoned the Abyss Devourer that almost killed him. He cursed as he continued to flip through the notebook, hoping for some clues about the magic.

Regardless, this summoning magic is a bit too powerful. And the dwarves who have always been known for their magical imbeciles, (the reason why I don't say it's idiots, is because dwarven wizards can still cast some auxiliary spells.) Although Rogge knew that although he was not superior in magic, and his magic level was still far behind, he was always stronger than the dwarves, not to mention summoning evil creatures, and he was very good at the path of a necromancer.

This time it didn't disappoint Rogge. After a lot of discussions about philosophy, the teachings of the god of war, various rituals, and priestly magic, he finally found a record of 'that magic'. "Advanced Evil Calling".

However, to Rogge's great disappointment, the record was vague, especially the part about spells, and it was clear that even Tianyan himself was in the stage of discussion. For this kind of advanced magic, if the spells, magic gestures, and magic were used wrong, Rogge knew what the consequences would be. He secretly scolded this old thing in his heart. There are not many dwarves who can do magic, and if Tianyan doesn't die, he doesn't want to treat him as a guest, maybe he can give him a free identity or something in two years.

However, the "high-level evil summoning"? It seems that there is no such magic in the orthodox magic system of the mainland?

Although the dwarf's magic level was not very good, this "high-level evil summoning" still stumped Rogge. In particular, Skyeye's discourse on spells is inconsistent, mixing the carriers of three magical spells: lingua franca, elven language, and divine language. The complexity of the magic left by the eye of heaven really opened Rogge's eyes.

After thinking hard about the essentials, the fat man finally went to see his big nemesis, Princess Floya. The thirst for magic still trumped the fear of Floya.

This time, Floya placed Paradise Lost in a light carriage. Although he had spent three or four times in Paradise Lost, Rogge had never seen what this artifact looked like.

Floya loves flamboyance, and her study reflects her preferences. The princess leaned lazily back on a chaise longue, frowning slightly, and carefully looked at the magical account of the Heavenly Eye. Rogge stood behind him, detailing the magic of the Eye of Heaven.

"Alas!" Flora sighed, "Half of this magic note is wrong, it's too hard to read. Wait a minute...... Tell me again what he said about his incantation that day?"

When the sound of the Heavenly Eye chanting spell was extremely loud, Rogge was still impressed, not to mention that the incantation did not seem to be difficult to understand.

Rog repeated it little by little, and Floya's face kept changing, and at last she couldn't help it, and laughed out loud, with no grace at all.

Seeing Floya laughing wildly, Rogge didn't understand why. But the fat man was not an honest man, and when Floya was lying on the back of her chair and laughing until tears were about to come out, the fat man's gaze slipped in from time to time from her low neckline, and stared greedily at the snow-white, icy skin.

It took a long time for Floya to finish laughing, and as soon as she looked up, she met the fat man's smug gaze. Rogge immediately broke out in a cold sweat and lowered his head weakly. Floya smiled ambiguously, reached out and slowly picked up Rog's chin, her long blue nails gently brushing Rogge's skin.

Rogge only felt his mouth dry and his heart beating wildly.

Floya's fingers tapped at Rog's skin, slowly descending. Her eyes slowly became blurred. The fat man's soul didn't know where to go, and he groaned in his throat, "Princess......" Her cold, soft fingers touched her skin, and each stroke made Rog tremble.

Syllable!

A small flash of lightning flashed, and Rogge screamed and jumped up. The man had curled up in the air and fell heavily to the ground. Then the fat man covered his crotch with both hands and rolled around in pain.

There was still a remnant of electric fire on Floya's fingertips, and a crisp, beautiful, slightly evil laugh filled the room.

It took a long time for Rogge to get up, his face still a little distorted.

"Hmph, the fat man still has to pretend to me! Princess Ben knows how strong your magic resistance is. It's just a pain point for you, and this weak expression is still gone!"

Rogge smiled awkwardly and looked at him: "Your Highness, what was so funny just now?"

At the mention of this topic, Floya smiled again and said, "I originally suspected that the magic used by the dwarves was the 'Advanced Otherworldly Gate', but the magic spell described was not at all, and the summoned creatures of the abyss had nothing to do with the demons of the Demon Realm. After listening to what you just said, I realized that this dwarf actually recited a spell in the continental lingua franca! Presumably, he couldn't understand the divine language, so he specially found someone to translate it into the continental lingua franca. Hehe, haha!"

Rogge was speechless when he heard this. Magic spells are mainly composed of divine words, and if you make a mistake, the magic will fail. This Tianyan has actually summoned countless Abyss Devourers with a 'translated' spell, and it is really blessed by God!Of course, if Tianyan is really allowed to completely cast this seventh-level magic, whether it is a fire demon or a Warcraft Guardian summoned, Rogge will definitely not be able to support it for that long.

Rogge smiled wryly, thinking that his luck was really not ordinarily good, this kind of thing could be bumped into. He then remembered something again and asked, "Your Highness, since you have found this notebook, can you let the villain take a look at the "Great Prophecy Book"?"

"Alas, I also want to read the Book of Great Prophecy, but unfortunately it is not in this tribe. However, the magic level of the dwarf ** master is like this, and this prophecy book is estimated, hmph, it's not very good!"

"But Your Highness," said Rogge, after a moment's thought, "this book of prophecy seems to be quite accurate. You say, Is there such a thing as prophecy?"

That's what Rogge really cares about. Almost all of the prophetic mages are of the light caste, and they are the natural enemies of Rogge, a necromancer. Originally, according to the fat man's understanding, this series of mages can just cast prophecy magic. But if they really have any ability to predict, their future situation will definitely not be good.

Floya's long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she said slowly: "If you want to tell a prophecy, you may have to talk about fate first." I remember a long time ago, my teacher once said that fate is like a rushing river, with countless tributaries flowing in and out of countless rivers. Human beings are like countless creatures in a great river, carried from one river to another. The water in this river is fate. Unfortunately, most fish are unaware of the existence of water. ”

Rogge pondered for a moment, and then asked, "If this is the case, doesn't it mean that the prophet will see an infinite number of futures?"

"The Prophet is like a fish, a fish that can leap out of the water. They could see a stretch of the road ahead, but only for a split second. What they can see clearly is often the two or three tributaries in front of them. Their future may or may not be in these tributaries. ”

"But princess, if the prophets can see the future, then they can prepare to avoid bad fate and welcome good fortune. Isn't the future they foresee the future?"

Floya smiled slightly and said, "I also asked the teacher this question at the beginning, and his answer was that in a river, most of them are mud and duckweed, and they are ignorant and ignorant. Only a few people have woken up to some invisible force at work. So they struggle and struggle, but often to no avail. A few lucky people were taken to a lucky river, and they thought it was their own strength, so they appeared as strong men who conquered fate. In fact, they are just a small shrimp in the river, and once their fate changes, these so-called 'voters' will sink back to the bottom. Among the small fish and shrimp, there are very few forces that will continue to grow and become relatively large fish. Some of the big fish will inadvertently jump out of the water, and only then will they see some rivers ahead. ”

Floya paused, and Rog immediately took a plate of fruit with great interest. The princess smiled, extremely satisfied with the fat man's knowledge. She filled her mouth with a few grapes and continued:

"For one reason or another, some of the big fish will keep jumping out of the water, trying to see the river ahead. I think the dwarf who wrote the Great Prophecy must be such a fish. But a fish is not a bird, and the more times it jumps from the river of fate, the price is its own life. ”

Rogge let out a long sigh and praised: "Master Hierro is really a celestial man, and he actually has such profound insights into prophecy!"

Floya scoffed, "This is his opinion, this is the opinion of the first pope of the Church of Light on prophecy and fate recorded in his own manuscript. ”

Rogge cautiously asked, "Then how did Master Hierro have the Pope's manuscript, and does his old man have any deep relationship with the Church of Light?"

"Hmph! How could that old thing have anything to do with the Church of Light? He was a young man who loved to take risks digging graves, and unfortunately that included the Pope's mausoleum. This manuscript is one of the funerary goods. ”

Only then did Rog put his mind at ease, as a necromancer, he was particularly sensitive to anything related to the Church of Light.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, can that person really change his fate? Isn't there an old saying that a man will conquer the sky?"

Floya thought for a while, sighed lightly, and said: "There are many people who want to change their fate, but most people are at a loss and don't know what the results of their efforts will be. Perhaps the effort to change fate is part of fate. For example, a school of fish in a river swims to the left, and only a few try to swim to the right, only to be squeezed to death or brought back to their original direction. If there are one or two fish that have successfully changed direction, most of them will not survive because they are left alone. Moreover, how can we know that the future is truly lucky based on the limited number of futures that the fish see?"

"It's like having a big reef in the water, and if you want to swim towards it, you're going to be swept to both sides by the current," Rogge said. If you desperately hide to the side, you may be swept up on the reef. ”

The princess smiled lightly, "You dead fat, you really aren't stupid." In fact, every river of destiny is extremely wide, and it is extremely difficult for a fish, no matter how big a fish is, to change a river. However, many times, even if you know that there is no hope of swimming to another river, you always try your best. Alas!"

After saying that, a little loneliness crept up on Floya's face, and she looked at the beating magic flame in front of her in a daze, and her beautiful face flickered in the firelight.

Rogge's heart moved, what could make Floya so helpless? She was born noble, delicate, and studied under Hierro, one of the top ten magicians. Talent, just looking at her young age, she is already a fourteenth-level magician, at least ten or eight times stronger than herself. In terms of scheming methods, this thousand-year-old demon is meticulous and ruthless, cunning and insidious, and his rich net worth is not comparable to that of an ordinary rich man like himself.

What else would she be worried about?

Yes, the troubles of the princess are the troubles of the Bourbons, the Archduke of Bavaria, the god of war of the Rhine League, and his son, the youngest paladin, Ophirok. Rebellion and conquest were the themes of kingship. For thousands of years, countless dynasties and dynasties have stepped on the corpses of the old royal family to ascend to the throne, but many more careerists have failed, and their blood has made the royal nobles medals and titles.

The current Duchy of Bavaria is at best treasonous. But miracles are the heaviest topic on everyone's minds. Isn't the princess Floya in front of her a fish struggling desperately in the river of fate? What she has to fight against is not only the former god of war and the young paladin, but also her opponents are the Church of Light and those behind the miracles:

The gods of the heavens.

Although Floya's momentary grief was extremely poignant, Rogge's heart was also painful. But the fat man, who was still a little sober, knew that if Floya was a fish fighting hard, then he was at most a small river shrimp. Fate gave him a vision wider than a fish, but due to his physical weakness, he could only choose to go with the flow. The fish can't get out, so what's the use of your little shrimp rushing up?

"Princess, your troubles can only be solved by yourself, the villain is really powerless!" Rogge read silently in his heart.

Floya's sadness flickered, and in the blink of an eye she was the same charming goblin again.

"Fatty, you have done a clean job of the Golden Lion Knight, what are you going to do when you go back this time?" the princess looked at Rogge's eyes and smiled.

Rogge's heart jumped a few times. That's exactly what he's been worried about. Fifty knights is nothing in an ordinary knight order, and isn't there only thirty of his more than 300 dragon and beauty knights who came back alive? But in the Golden Lion Knights, which only has more than 500 people, this is definitely not a small number. Every Golden Lion Knight is at least a knight of level 10, and such a large amount of combat power is folded in his own hands, and it is already a favor for Opirok not to turn himself into a coolie. What's more, Paulus was killed by his own side after all. At the moment, he can only hope that his identity as the guardian knight of the church can start to work. This time I had to pay a heavy deal to Bishop Burke and Gnard Hart.

"Alas!" Looking at the sad face of Rogge, the princess sighed lightly and said: "There are few young nobles now, and you are rare talents." You, in particular, have been as harmful as a veteran who has been in politics for many years. Is there any interest in developing in the Rhine? The Marquess of Nancy's husband, the Marquess of Roton, died just a year ago. Although this marquise is a little older than you, she was also a famous beauty among the nobility in the past, and now she looks only twenty-five or sixteen. The most important thing is that she has Bourbon blood in her, and the benefits of this to your aristocratic career do not need me to say that you can understand. If you're interested, I can introduce you to you. ”

Rogge raised his eyebrows, thought carefully in his heart, and shook his head. It's not that he wasn't impressed, marriage was originally the most common political game among the aristocracy. Knights are the most inferior nobles, and in the aristocratic circles that pay the most attention to hierarchical bloodlines, even if the Marquise Nancy marquishes ten or eight times again, and is fifty or sixty years old, she will never look down on such low-level nobles. But the situation was different, and the Annihilator instinct made him reject the offer, and he wanted to see what other chips Floya could come up with.

Seeing that Rogge was unmoved, Floya Gege smiled and said, "You are quite loyal." Or the daughter of the Earl of Field, who is only seventeen years old, and a little beauty. Actually, she has the most orthodox royal blood in her, and she is my sister... Do you understand?"

Rogge struggled, but shook his head firmly.

"Hehe, you dead fat man, you have such a big appetite. Do you want this princess to marry you?" Floya's eyes almost hooked Rog's soul.

Finally, Rogge swallowed the words "this is the intention" that rushed to his mouth.

Floya stretched and said, "Well, Marshal Rocherio still has two daughters who are not married, think about it yourself!

This time, Rogge's heart really jumped. Marshal Rocherio is a figure whose status is comparable to that of the Grand Duke of Bavaria! David has also vaguely revealed this meaning before, and it seems that this condition should be their bottom line.

It's just, are you really that valuable?

When she came out of Floya's carriage, it was already starry. The cool breeze swept across Rogge's skin, making him feel a chill to his bones. He looked up at the endless galaxy, as if he also felt the torrent of fate passing by him. He is just an inconspicuous shrimp in this big river, with the intention of killing thieves, and he has no power to return to heaven.

Against fate, how many people will have the last laugh? Most of the true pioneers will fall, and only a very few lucky ones will be the final winners. Rather than fight for a one-in-a-million heroic opportunity, it is better to hide behind these pioneers. As long as the previous ones fall, the fruit will naturally be his. Even if there are one or two so-called 'voters' left, it is always difficult to guard against the stuffy stick behind them.

Rogge smiled slightly, and finally saw a ray of light in the confusion. 、

It's just, Fengyue, why can't I feel the slightest breath of you until now?

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