The short time in the City of Oracles was a rare quiet moment for Rogge.

Now that the Holy Alliance's overall situation has been decided, all that remains is to clean up the mess. The surname Rogso left the affairs of the Duchy of Arei to Adele and Charlie to take care of, while he hid in the beautiful city of oracles and devoted himself to practicing magic.

Of course, his cultivation career is not boring, and it can even be the envy of most men, especially in the last few days.

In the early morning sun, Rogge got out of the big bed with a satisfied smile, took a hand towel and wiped the sweat beads on his head, and then put on a robe.

With a low moan, Eiffel also struggled to crawl out of bed. She was just about to pick up her clothes when Rogge grabbed her and kissed her a few times.

Eiffel smiled lightly, gently pushed Rog away, and said, "It's not too early, I still have to tidy up the room!"

Rogge smiled: "Can you tidy up now? Rest for half a day! Well, your martial arts skills are good, don't be a maid in the future, just be my personal guard!"

Eiffel shook her head and said, "A maid is a maid. Even if I accompany you to chuang, I am still a maid, and I have to do my duty well. ”

She struggled to put on her clothes, straightened her sweaty blonde hair, and walked out the door.

"Eiffel, you're ......"

"I'm fine. ”

The elf girl replied crisply, "I am willing to accompany you, but you can't be unfair about it." Then he went out.

Rogge's face was strange, his mouth open, and he was speechless for a while.

Assylot, who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room, laughed. Rogge stared at this Xiaoice man hatefully, and he couldn't help her.

In fact, in terms of appearance, Effie is far inferior to the peerless beauties such as Wind Butterfly and Androni, her martial arts skills are mediocre, and she has no outstanding talent. It's just that there is always a special feeling in her, a feeling that makes Rogge's heart move, indescribable. In the past few days, when Rogge has been practicing magic, he has always involuntarily gone to Eiffel.

Is it because of the elven girl's clear eyes, or because of her neat surname? Rogge himself didn't know the answer.

The elf girl is very straightforward, not dragging her feet at all, but she is also stubborn and almost old-fashioned. Since Eiffel had been very happy with Roger that night, since then, Rogge has asked for it, and she will immediately put down what she is doing. Eiffel on the bed was extremely wild, even so wild that Rogge was surprised, not at all like an elf girl who tried this for the first time, nor did she have the shyness that an elf should have.

After the storm has passed, tired girls will need to be comforted or warmed by their lovers. But that doesn't apply to this offbeat elf girl either. Except for the first time when she rested for half a day, every time Effel and Rogge carnivaled, regardless of their physical fatigue, they would immediately dress up and do their own job as a maid. Every time Rog tried to take Eiffel with him, she refused, and even asked her to rest a little longer.

Rog couldn't help this stubborn elf girl, all he could do was be gentle when making out.

Except for the first time between him and Eiffel in the bathroom, every time they made out after that, the ice puppet Essy Lott would watch quietly from the side, which fully satisfied her curiosity. Whenever Rog's kindness was directly interrupted and rejected by Eiffel, Xiaoice was also easy to laugh. Although the fat man was depressed by the elf girl's rejection, the task on the Iceman's side became much easier, which can be regarded as a gain and a loss.

Roger pondered why Effie had been so happy with her. The Elven Guardian Warriors were willing because of Rog's status as an oracle, and because they saw it as a devotion and sacrifice to Shiloh. Androni and Floya, one is that the special relationship between them was used by Roger shamelessly, and the other is because of Rogge's growing strength and power. The vast majority of marriages between the great nobles are the product of interests and politics, and with the current identity of the fat man, even if she marries Floya, who has never died in the country, it is not an insult to her identity. And what about the Wind Butterfly? The Wind Butterfly follows him for revenge. In her heart, there was probably nothing else but hatred. Amy fell in love with Rogue because he far surpassed the bearing, experience, and strength of the young druids in the village.

Standing in front of the window of the study, Rogge looked silently at the valley that was so beautiful that it did not resemble the world.

On the other side of the mountain, there is a large territory belonging to him, tens of millions of people under his rule, nearly 10,000 elite warriors, and nearly 100,000 troops who are rapidly training equipment! And this beautiful elven city, the oracle city where countless elves have hoped, has become a terrifying fortress of war, and all kinds of lethal magical equipment are constantly being manufactured from the hands of elven craftsmen. More than 10,000 elves will become brave warriors, ruthless killers, or conquer enemies in their own ways like Melan and Ekraire in their own ways.

When he fled from the South, Rogge was nothing more than an inferior nobleman. And now, he has ascended to the honorable position of Grand Duke, and it will not be long before he will go to Yanjing to receive the canonization and become the prince of one of the three major empires, the Asrofik Empire.

When it comes to the strong, Rogge has the Wind Moon and the Death Class in the Sanctuary, as well as Androni, who is already hovering on the edge of the Sanctuary, and the mysterious Elder Xius. This kind of lineup is enough to match a big country. Rogge himself can be called a magician killer, his mental shock, magic instantaneous, otherworldly curse purgatory, and special constitution are all the nemesis of other magicians.

With huge power, honorable status, and strong personal strength, even if he is just a fat man with an ordinary appearance, it is enough to make the hearts of most beauties moved, right?

But Eiffel's clear eyes were completely blind to the magic of power, and in her glassy pupils, Rogge saw only himself. The reason the elf girl did this was only because of him, because he was Rogge. Maybe that's what he felt special about Eiffel.

Rogge couldn't help but smile wryly. If she took away these halos from her body, what would she have? Any elf man would probably be seven or eight times more handsome than a fat man, could she still like her own viciousness and insidiousness? Can it still be the road paved with blood and corpses behind her?

Rogge stood with his hands in his hands, quietly looking out the window. For a moment, the mountains and rivers in his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of blood, as thick as the road he had already walked and was about to embark on.

In this cruel world, just as appearance and figure are the criteria by which women are evaluated, power and strength are the medals that men flaunt themselves. All people see is the glorious glow of the medal, and no one pays attention to what is hidden behind the medal.

Rog took a deep breath and pushed all the distractions out of his mind. In a few years, he will be thirty years old. Rogge knew that although he was beautiful at the moment, in this world, it was difficult to say whether he could see the sky of thirty years old.

In the heart of the fat man, heroes have always been judged only by success or failure. He only wants the result, regardless of the process. What's the point of the process if the result is unsatisfactory and the process is twists and turns?

After living through countless bloody storms, Rogge knew that he could never make any excuses for his failures, and he had already taken the words 'hope' and 'tomorrow' out of his dictionary. Rogge was unwilling to allow his will to be weak and shaken in the slightest, although the inheritance of Rodriguez brought him great strength, God knows when, the arbiter of the Church of Light will appear in front of him. He didn't want to regret that he hadn't worked hard to prepare for the war.

While Rogge was thinking, the door opened, and Floya, who was holding a large pile of papers in her arms, walked in.

"Dead fatty, what are you doing in a daze?" Floya threw the pile of papers on the table.

Looking at Rogge's dressing gown, she snorted and asked in a somewhat strange tone, "Is that elf so smelly? ”

Rogge walked over and said with a smile, "Eiffel is indeed very tasteful. What are these documents?"

"It's all a report sent by the Principality of Are, hmph, your subordinates don't have much ability, but everyone is quite capable of writing a report, and what can be said in one sentence can be written on ten pages. I've sorted it out for you, just look at the top three. ”

Rogge casually picked up the top three reports and flipped through them carefully.

The first is Charlie's report. After nearly a month of fighting, he had swept away the sizable resistance forces in Latvia. All towns have been brought under the rule of the Duchy of Arley. The next thing to do is to bring in new troops from within the Duchy of Arei to replace these long-fought troops and act as the occupying force.

But Latvia is not all about singing and dancing. Charlie's most recent success was to wipe out more than 5,000 remnants of the Latvian army, resulting in only a few hundred prisoners, most of them seriously wounded. Many times, the encircled Latvian fighters fought to the last man. Charles feared that for a long time the Duchy would have to maintain a large garrison in the newly occupied territories to deal with the resistance that was bound to emerge. According to Charlie's preliminary estimate, the occupying army needs at least about 50,000 troops, and 10,000 elite mobile troops are still needed. This must be a heavy burden on the national strength of the Principality of Are.

Charlie also mentioned that there was an extreme shortage of qualified mid- and lower-ranking officers. Cultivating middle- and lower-ranking officers is nothing more than two methods: conquest and military academies. He suggested that a number of methods should be set up in parallel, on the one hand, to set up a military academy in the principality to train junior officers, and on the other hand, to select a group of loyal and brave officers to be sent to the Asrofik Empire for training.

The second document was sent by Adele. After plundering the royal family of Latvia, Arre's near-collapse state finally found a respite. After a preliminary count of the Kingdom of Latvia's treasury, Adele estimated that she would be able to keep Are's massive war machine running for at least another year. The crazy woman immediately devised a new armament plan, ready to arm Are's 100,000-strong army to the teeth. However, Adele, who has a strong desire for power, does have a long-term vision in some ways, and she proposes a huge plan for the improvement of armaments, and intends to allocate a large amount of money to establish the National Alchemy Laboratory of the Principality, which will be used to test new types of magical equipment and war machinery on a large scale.

Rogge's eyelids jumped, and the big words of the National Alchemy Laboratory of the Principality stimulated him a lot. He couldn't help but miss the happy times when he was in the Hammer of the God of War. If this laboratory can be presided over by the great alchemist Feith, he does not know how many strange things will be developed under Adele's pressure.

The last one was the report of General Horn who had surrendered. The new intelligence network built by this old and slick fox is only now taking shape, but it has already cost a lot of money. As for the remaining intelligence network, Horn was intended to use it primarily to support the activities of the Resist Order. The old fox's plan was to first let the resistance groups accumulate small victories, wait until they had grown to a certain size, and then induce them to gather together all the resistance elements scattered everywhere, whether overt or covert, and then give them a blow of destruction, so that although there was no guarantee of the complete destruction of the resistance, it would certainly make them lose their vitality and not resume large-scale activities for ten or eight years. For all this time, Horn believed that Rogge's rule in Latvia must have become indestructible.

Rogge put down the three reports and pondered.

Charlie is hell-bent on fighting back to the South, but he knows that Rogge will not and will not be able to rebel against the Asrofik Empire for at least the next few years. However, he still devoted himself to training, in addition to suppressing possible revolts in the occupied areas, and also so that the Duchy of Arei could play a more important role when the Imperial army advanced south in the future.

Horn's strategy was vicious. It is very feasible to fatten the pigs first and then kill them with a knife.

It's just that Adele's plan seems to be too ambitious. Fortunately, the Asrofik Empire is still martial, and any duke has tens of thousands of troops. If it were in the two major empires in the south, the crime of Rogge's wanton expansion of the army and conspiracy alone would be enough to lead to annihilation.

Rogge was not interested in reading the other reports. Since Floya didn't think it mattered, it really didn't matter. Although this little goblin is a strange elf, he will never be confused by these big things.

A sudden heart-piercing pain came from the weakness of Rogge's lower back, pulling him back from his contemplation.

The fat man gasped in pain, and when he looked back, he saw a small electric flame still beating on Floya's fingertips. Her green eyes were full of smiles, and the rippling eye waves almost completely drowned out the fat man.

"Dead fatty, are your broken reports so good-looking? For so long, you didn't even look at me?"

Rogge smiled, reached out and grabbed Floya, and looked carefully at the Shuangwang Biquan that was close at hand and as deep as a cold pool. Floya's eyes lit up with fire, and she stared back without showing any weakness. Her excessively full breasts pressed heavily on Rogge's chest, making Rogge flustered.

"Are you playing with fire? Rogge frowned.

"I'm going to play with fire!" what can you do with me?" the leprechaun began to provoke.

Rogge picked her up, strode into the bedroom, threw her the bed, and then said, "What's wrong with you?

Two thick bolts of lightning suddenly lit up, and while they were still in mid-air, a bolt of lightning lit up in Floya's hands and slashed towards Rogge!

The fat man was caught off guard, struck hard by lightning, and fell down in the entanglement of tiny electric fires.

Floya activated her magic protection in an instant, and she flew up, ready to escape, but a black wall of flames suddenly appeared at the door of the room, blocking her.

Floya let out a low snort and flicked her backhand, sending several free blue balls of electricity flying behind her. She blessed herself with another fire shield, and now she was almost immune to fire damage, and she was about to break through the flame wall.

Hundreds of silver threads suddenly appeared around Floya, and suddenly wrapped around her shield, strangling down fiercely! In the blink of an eye, her outermost two magical protections could not be resisted, and exploded into a brilliant magical fireworks.

Floya panicked, and before she could chant the next incantation, Rogge's deep voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Your Highness, let's go to bed obediently!" A strong force came from Floya's waist, and in the midst of an exclamation, the goblin was finally thrown heavily on the bed.

Rogge smiled and began to undress, but the silver glint in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. There are too many tricks in this little goblin, not to mention that she is an artifact herself, even if she is naked, it is extremely dangerous.

"Wait a minute!" Floya was a little flustered, and said, "Dead fatty, you're not really here, are you?"

"What do you say?" replied Rogge coldly, his hands moving.

"That's good...... Come on!" Floya lay down resignedly, pulling the quilt over to cover her face, but her bare shoulders were swaying slightly, as if sobbing lowly.

Rogge gently lifted the covers.

Floya's eyes were closed, and two tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Rogge hesitated for a moment and asked, "Remembering that day again?"

Floya's body trembled, nodded slowly, and said in a low voice, "Leave me alone." Come on, you just need people, don't have hearts. ”

Rogge smiled, gently wiped away Floya's tears, and said, "Okay, I'll let you go this time." However, next time it won't be so polite!"

"Really?" Floya opened her eyes, tears still trailing from the corners of her eyes, but her green eyes were full of smiles!

Rogge secretly screamed badly, and before he could react, he was firmly sealed inside by a piece of blue forest ice.

The leprechaun escaped the room like a gust of wind, and crisp laughter could be heard in the distance.

With a bang, the ice that trapped Rogge suddenly exploded, and he stood up casually, looked at the direction in which Floya fled, and chuckled: "I actually let you deceive you again......"

In the long hallway of the Temple of the Divine Messengers, Eiffel was hurrying away with a large red porcelain vase.

"Wait!" The sudden scream behind her made Eiffel's hand tremble, and she almost dropped the vase.

The elf girl looked back and saw Floya standing behind her. The little goblin stands casually, and there are countless thousands of styles. Her green eyes were carefully watching Effie from top to bottom, and Effie was watching her.

"Are you Effie?"

"Yes. ”

"You ......"

"I'm not beautiful, I have an average figure, my martial arts skills are very poor, my identity is just a maid, and I am straightforward, and my surname is not cute. Miss Floya, what else would you like to know?"

The elf girl's simple surprise surprised Floya, and she finally came back to her senses and said, "But Rog he ......."

"That's because I don't want anything, I just go with him. ”

Effel's naked bluntness made Floya's breath suffocate. She could never have imagined that she would hear such an answer from the mouth of an elf. Floya stammered for a moment, and said in a lost voice: "What kind of reason is this?"

Effie looked at her very strangely and said, "With God making adults as a person, not for the sake of chuang, is it also for the sake of love?"

At this moment, the little goblin was completely stunned.

Looking at Eiffel's back, Floya, who came back to her senses, was ashamed and angry, and paused hatefully: "Talk about love...... What's wrong?"

The peaceful city of oracles is once again lively, and the warriors of the dark side of the moon have all been refurbished with equipment and have been greatly enhanced in the magical caste. What's more, the Hell Burst Magic Arrow has finally been trial-produced by the elven craftsmen. Although the newly made magic arrow is not very stable, it is very powerful, and it is no worse than the original product purchased from the Night Dancer. There is a huge vein of red copper near the Oracle City, and the accompanying Yan Crystal is an excellent material for high-grade fire-based magic equipment. It's a pity that the output of Yan Crystal is extremely low, and the Oracle City has done its best to mine it, and the monthly output of Hell Burst Magic Arrows is only a dozen or so.

After spending nearly a month in the City of Oracles, Rogge has recuperated, especially since the inexplicable uneasiness that had been bothering him a few days ago has disappeared. Although he couldn't find the reason, and he couldn't contact Fengyue and the bone dragon, his heart still settled down somewhat.

Rogge had already packed his bags and was ready to lead the Dark Side of the Moon back to Dresden the next day. After taking care of the affairs of the principality, he was about to join Pompey and go to Yanjing to receive the canonization.

Tonight was also the last night of Rog's thirty-day agreement with Elsyllot.

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