Mo Xin touched his old waist, frowned, and walked into a small room full of paperwork bitterly, completely ignoring the busy appearance of a thin man behind the desk who was quickly correcting documents, and casually pulled a chair, "Your place is also too small, and things are not easy to put away." ”

Manhath Broken Sword looked up and looked at this extremely familiar fellow with some displeasure, "It's better to be smaller, so as not to run into some idle people and so on." ”

Manha's tired voice deliberately accentuated the words "idle" and so on, hoping that someone would not bother him, a patient who was about to die of overwork, if he was a little self-aware.

Mosin Broken Sword shrugged, not caring about the resentment in the eyes of a sick man who was so thick that it was almost visible, "What do you think? ”

"What do you think?" Manha rolled his eyes at his unrelated but fellow clan.

"Huh? You don't have that......" Mosin looked shocked, "I think you smart people are like that...... The kind of conversation that you can casually understand as soon as you make a start......"

"Sorry, I'm not, I didn't!" Manha rubbed his bruised temples, and for the third thousand seven hundred and eighty-sixth times, he considered whether to kill this guy and then drag him deep into the mountains and old forests to bury him.

Unaware of the danger he was in, a bear-like creature stood up, snapped his big furry hand over Manha's thin right shoulder, and pulled him out the door with a disgusting smile. Ignoring Manhat's unthreatening resistance.

"Let's go, I'll take you to rest, I heard that there is a new tomato-flavored pork knuckle in the cafeteria! Go ahead and try it. ”

Who would want to try that dark-sounding evil dish with you?

Manha rolled her eyes, finally breaking free from Mosin's big hands. straightened his clothes and raised a finger at Mo Xin: "First, I don't eat pork knuckle, and second, you are not allowed to drink this time, I don't want to find someone to carry you back like last time." ”

Looking at a certain strong man with a good chest nodding in front of him, Manha felt the urge to burst into tears, and he vaguely remembered that this guy had promised this last time.

Walking side by side with someone on the family territory of the Broken Sword, Manha was angry, and once again hated why the big guys were all happy on the front line, and had to throw this matter to the rear to torture themselves.

Broken Sword is unlike any other nobleman. It can be regarded as a new aristocratic group, but due to its particularity, it can be regarded as a relatively powerful aristocratic family in the past hundred years. The history of the broken sword originated from the group of veterans who fought the world with the first emperor, when they were rewarded for their meritorious deeds, several of the oldest veterans looked at the orphans of their comrades-in-arms who were waiting to be fed in the audience, and their hearts were not a taste. The first emperor of the year was not a cautious guy, with a wave of his hand, Olin Li picked the ground at will, and the title was chosen at will.

So, the broken sword can be regarded as taking root in the land of Orin, which is the first aristocratic family in history that has no blood connection with each other, you must know that it was resisted desperately by those old stubborn at that time, but those veterans who had just gotten off the battlefield and had not yet unsheathed their knives went to those happy families to have a meeting and drank a few sips of tea.

After so many years, although the people of various clans in Broken Sword are not relatives, they are more like relatives, especially when they get together to fight a few tough battles, family and friendship plus comradeship, which can be regarded as relatives and relatives.

It is precisely this kind of feeling that makes a strong man who has no idea how much he hates him flee from the death crisis many times.

Most of the people of the Broken Sword Family are on the front line, and in the words of the old guys in the family, it is uncomfortable to stay around a group of old stubborn and rigid nobles. It's better to go to the front line and tease those handsome elves.

Therefore, at this time, in the family territory, except for a few important places with a few figures, Mosin and Manha have not met a few friends who are familiar enough to go to dinner together.

Entering the cafeteria door, Mosin easily entered a secret private room, clicked a few times on the electronic screen, then took a cup, and in Manha's resentful gaze, ran to the faucet of 24-hour non-stop beer, took a cup of slowly, and then poured a large glass of wine into his stomach while he was still bubbling, and burped beautifully. Then he took the quilt and made it unceremoniously across from Manhat.

"You know what happened a few days ago?"

Manha rolled his eyes, took the smallest cup and took half a beer under Mosin's contemptuous gaze, "The one you say?" ”

"What else is there besides?"

"The sea has gone, for example, the feaster and the crazy lady have sent envoys to exchange and study, for example, the state religion is immediately established, and for example, a certain black cat with a big curiosity has come to Olin, and for example, ......"

"Stop, stop!" Mo Xin smashed his mouth, a little incredulous, "I can't just run for a few days, why did so many things happen all of a sudden......"

"Who knows, anyway, there is more and more chaos in Olin City, the wind direction is changing, and Your Majesty doesn't care, just look at it, and I don't know what to do."

"Anyway, can I understand the others, are the celebrants running to smash the field?"

Manha shrugged, "Probably, but it's not our turn to have a headache, I heard that the Inquisition Bureau lost by the director next door has been working overtime for several days in a row......"

He changed his words, "But based on the current news, it is likely that it is for that Franc......

Looking at Mo Xin, who was a little gloomy, he rolled his eyes, "Don't worry, it must be a good thing for that little guy." For us here, that little guy is a demon, but for the feasters, it's a family. It's too late for them to hurt......"

After saying that, he gloated a little again, "This time the Foreign Affairs Department has a headache for a long time." ”

Mosin frowned, "What's the headache of those people?" ”

"Let Franco go, don't you think that the party is just coming over to see if your family is doing well?" Manhath rolled his eyes, "There's obviously a desire to bring Fran back, but His Majesty's side doesn't seem to be very willing to let go." After all, the little guy is currently the only one who can drive the feast. ”

"The party at the feast will definitely not want to, but how to get that side to agree to Fran to stay in Orin is enough for those guys to have a headache for a long time."

Manha stretched.

"I wish he could leave soon." Mosin took a big sip of beer and let out a heavy breath, "What are you doing in this......