From an outsider's point of view, whether you are a Bourkeso or not, whether you are a barbarian or not. An unusually handsome young man, and an equally beautiful surviving young woman, the two talked all night long—was it really just talking?

The broad masses of the people have carried forward their fine tradition of gossiping.

What [I guess it's probably possible], what [it seems to be eighty percent], everyone's gossip ability has made a qualitative leap in an instant, a good change. It's only been one night, and everyone is trying to activate their brains, guessing what might happen in that dark room. One servant here [I guess it's probably possible], but in the mouth of another servant, it's as if he had seen it himself! And he learned it vividly, what onomatopoeia, morphology, and sound words, and parody shows!

Sure enough, the wisdom of the people is there, didn't Cybertron never say that he liked his wife? Isn't Cybertron an alien barbarian? The power mobilized by the masses is indeed unprecedented.

Cybertron's face is going green.

Unexpectedly, I found a headless horseman as a junior, and a muse (actually Lanahi) as a maid. It's good now, I've become a junior--still the first face! Although I know it's fake, why is it so awkward to be gossiped about?

“...... Kuras, if you have even the slightest loyalty to your wife! Love —— please don't think so dirty!" Cybertron covered his head and thought for a long time, but finally did not get angry. Because he knew that he was getting angry now, he was more solid, and Lao Tzu endured it! I will talk about it later! I endured it, and Cybertron now looked quite righteous and awe-inspiring.

“...... What's so dirty about this?" Unexpectedly, everyone present looked at Cybertron with an alien eye: "It is the honor of our servants to be favored by our masters. Merely...... My wife has always been very careful, but she is too careful. The previous owner has been dead for five years, and there is no other idea at all, and we are still in a hurry. ”

...... "you, you dead foreigners (people from other worlds), what about your discipline!" Cyber said frankly that he still measured the world by Earth Confucianism—too, too, too ...... It's so cute!

"Alright, I really don't know what to say about you. Cybertron realized that it turned out that everyone gossiped not because the mistress had found a face, but because this face was not himself regardless of gender. It's not that you think Alice Phil is indiscreet, but that it's too late for the other party to be inappropriate! And can't the target be expanded?" "This is really a world full of monsters...... The monsters in people's hearts are even more terrifying! Listen, your wife is as pure as a saint, and I don't allow you to talk nonsense anymore! Although I am a new guard, I also have the right to mention to my wife who to fire or who to chop up and throw into the pigsty—— that one, Kukukuku......"

"Coolas......"

"Anyway, it's the six-handed monster lady—" Cybertron waved his hand and said, "I'll come over and teach you how to cook my food when I have time...... Of course, I can only hold your two hands. ”

- Otherworldly——

There are a few of them who come to eat.

Cybertron is finished, otherwise no one would want to take a second bite. In addition, there is a cute Miss Lori who has just woken up.,I'm pestering my mother who is rarely free.。 And the Headless Horseman - of course, she has to have a head when she eats. Then there's Miss Mifang, who enters the door to find her playing and singing a beautiful harp song. The legend is left over from ancient times, and the bytes are simple, like repeated chanting. But it tells the story of the fundamental ...... in this otherworldly world There is nothing zài in it.

"Martial arts, conquest. Love, dust. Honor, despair. Survive, perish;

Nation, warriors. Pain, waiting. Heaven, salvation. Love, freedom. ”

It seems that every two words are relative, and the harp music of that era is really profound...... What is it like now? The moon found a wild man to steal people, and it is also a poem.

During the meal, Alice Phil asked Valivier to pester Cybertron while she herself ate Cybertron's stir-fried dishes with a spoon, without the help of any staple food. On the other hand, I looked at the basic [excerpt] in my hand - it should be a report on what has happened recently, as well as some business decisions and revenue issues. She handles it very easily and easily, and it seems that she has a natural ability to deal with big things. Sometimes, with a slight wave of her hand, the maid next to her would come and bring her a pen to sign and stamp the print on her ring. The whole process seemed to have been completely adapted, and no one bothered the lady in her decision-making. But in the end. She called Cybertron and asked a few small questions, but none of them sounded like they were in principle.

"Well, it may not be a good idea to say that in the morning, but there is one thing ......," Alice Fell said, "there was a war between North York Humber and New York, and the cause was the inheritance of New York, and neither side had taken advantage. However, about 2,000 peasants in the middle of the battlefield were suffering, and they fled to our city of Kanafon. I'm going to have a meeting later today, and the heads of the seven highest families in the city will come forward to discuss how to deal with the two thousand displaced people who are about to arrive—"

"How do you fix it as usual?"

“...... There is really no way to solve it, although the city needs the population, but it cannot accept such a large number of people at one time. Alice Phil sighed, "The families in the city will not help such a large number of people at one time, and the time is not good. We...... Almost nothing can be done. Probably...... There will be a lot of people ......"

Oh, die, die, work.

"It's easy to say, but it's hard to say. Cybertron recalled, "It's up to my wife to see if she wants to do it." ”

"Oh?" Alice Phil's heart was suddenly mobilized, "Tell me!"

"I don't know exactly what happened, but what I do know is ......" Cybertron looked out the window, and the first light snow began to fall at the right time!" "There is enough food in the city, because as far as I know, we are even exporting food. ”

“...... Do you think our world is beautiful?" Alice Phil suddenly smiled bitterly: "There is food, not to mention two thousand more people, even if we have more! We can even mobilize food from other places." But the question is — don't say 2,000 people starved to death, but more people starved to death, do you think anyone would be worried?"

"I think you're worried. ”

"The family is mine, but I'm being watched by countless pairs of eyes. Alice Phil patted her forehead: "It's okay if it's not at fault, once there's a problem...... You've been with me for a long time, and you know that my relatives aren't cute at all. Therefore, I can't provide for the survival of so many people unconditionally. ”

"Well said. Cybertron nodded and said, "Mrs. Alice Field, it's already very rare that you have this heart. I don't see order, law, purity, and justice in this world. There are just killing, cunning, betrayal, and ...... Debauch. A big reason why I chose to be with you is because I see some normal people in you. ”

"Normal people?" Alice Phil snorted self-deprecatingly, "I'm called an abnormal old woman." Fortunately, people now live to the average age of 31, and I think I'm okay and have more time to think about the future. ”

"......" is a......

"Well, it's useless to talk so much nonsense. Cybertron said, "You know...... Is there something in this world called "cash-for-work?"

"......? "It's clear that the other party hasn't heard of it.

"I thought it was a universal truth,......" Cybertron muttered, saying that there is really no reason to talk about this world: "Cash-for-work refers to a method of relief that invests in the construction of various projects, and the recipients participate in the construction of the projects to receive remuneration for their services, so as to replace direct relief." My private construction is terrible, if you want to listen to it, just listen to it if you don't want to. In the winter we can dig a completely private camp, and I can see that two thousand is a terrible number, and we can open up new pastures, new camps, new factories, and even new towns!"

“...... The idea is good, but ...... start construction in winter."

"If they don't work, they'll all starve and freeze to death. I believe that people with brains can still work. ”

"It's a huge project, two thousand people...... To house them, it will cost at least 10,000 Quentlanta a month in the first days. Next, it may cost more – we have a lot to offer. Perhaps, it would be a good idea to find other guilds to help. Alice Phil bit her nails and began to talk to herself, eventually saying to Cybertron, "Very well, Mr. Cybertron - your construction is great, I will go and tell everyone-"

"I thought everyone could think of this method. Cybertron was also puzzled, but after a long time in the Otherworld, he was not surprised: "But time...... After another month, it will be impossible not to kill someone. It's very simple, it depends on the person who does it. ”