Smika was upset today, but he couldn't say it, so his face was always gloomy. On the carriage out of town, the convoy behind them still had the sound of horseshoes pounding, which Lismika liked very much. He'd said before that the sound was like listening to a haute symphony, but now, he just found those sounds annoying and disorganized.

"Drive!" !Drive! The driver waved his whip, and the horse galloped down the road, the horseshoe digging holes in the ground and kicking up dust, and Smika's face became even uglier when he looked at the black-gray trouser legs. After all, it's hard not to feel sick when a powerful servant suddenly leaves the entertainment area and tells him he'll never return.

Smika is better than the average servant, and in his spare time, he improves his knowledge by reading books, and most importantly, the history of the family he serves, the Red Cross Bow and Arrow. The book details the journey of the Red Cross family to the Lion City. It is a figurative description of many unknown events that are unknowable.

Maybe it was the sudden death of a small bird, but then, you know, the family members are no longer in the history books. The old forces are not welcomed by the new forces, and if the new forces want to take root here, they must show their strength, so that a wave of new and old forces will be generated. Of course, there are owners of families who are clever and negotiate silently at the dinner table for their own benefit, but unfortunately, the Red Cross family does not have a wise owner.

Smika looked at the indifferent faces of the guards around him and involuntarily sneered, and his colleagues continued to laugh at each other stupidly, and he involuntarily sneered as well. A group of idiots who are not ready to face the unknown, the first to die in a family feud. But that's a good thing. If everyone is dead, I'll be the boss as long as I'm alive.

With such thoughts, Smika's slightly cheerful face was once again gloomy and defeated, and it was a great test for him to survive in the struggle of his family, just a man in mind. At this time, the convoy of the Red Cross family had approached the aristocratic quarter of the small city gate, and the gatekeeper lit a fire in the night bar, and saw that the symbolic face of the Red Cross had changed.

"What are you doing, adults... A solemn figure suddenly stood up from the first carriage, and Smika recognized him as the captain of the guard, and he himself was a member of the Red Cross. The gatekeeper knew the gatekeeper and looked carefully at the carriage behind him and watched him carefully as he walked down the aisle. Without saying a word, the captain of the guard patted him on the shoulder, and an imperceptible flush appeared on his face. Outside the aristocracy, the caravan of horses divided into four teams and ran towards the four gates.

The sheriff's explanation was that the road outside the aristocratic district was too narrow and that it would be dangerous for all the carriages to drive side by side, but Smika knew that it only meant that leaving the Lion City was not without risk. As the convoy separated, Smika met someone he had never met, someone who encouraged his past work and praised his love of reading, and after patiently discussing the details of the Red Cross with him, he casually mentioned that the second team would be represented by you, and we would talk when we arrived in the new town.

With that, he waved Simika away. He returned to the carriage in a daze. Three crimson carriages were waiting for him. The coachman nodded respectfully. His former colleagues looked at him enviously, as if the horses pulling the cart were also coming towards him. But the excitement did not last long, and suddenly, a lady with yellow curly hair stood up in the second carriage, Miss Igbo was a member of the family, and the little nobleman shouted angrily, and Smika immediately respectfully indicated that the convoy was about to leave.

By the time the yellow head returned to the carriage, Simika's submissive face had calmed down, and he glared viciously at the gloating colleague. His former colleague immediately cowered like a quail, and as he turned to board the carriage in front of him, several muffled curses were heard in the night sky.

The curse of "Why pride? just a sudden appreciation of a big man" "Just, just, look at him and his big dog" has been echoing in Simika's ears, and if this were in the past, he would immediately give a little lesson to a couple of sweary-mouthed guys, or intrigue or conspiracy, which certainly would not be easy to quell.

Now, however, Smika is oblivious to these curses. He just mentally lists the abilities, shortcomings, personalities of his colleagues and thinks about how to use these abilities in the future, how we can get these kittens to do what he wants. Maybe it was a shift in perspective, Smika thought, and she had wondered how the big man could be so kind and not domineering, a shift that made everyone else a beast. Pets who don't listen to you can also be self-disciplined, and there is no way to live a stupid life.

Smika glanced at the second carriage in the darkness, and it was evident that there was only one noblewoman's thing on it, and the gasp walked leisurely. There are always some surprises in the world, suddenly moving from one place to another. I don't know if these beautiful birds can tolerate the differences in different regions. If they die, it's bad. Smika thought blankly, at this moment, his mind was planning one after the other, while predicting the challenges ahead, and the bland decision about the death of a bird.

The breath of power was eroding the suddenly promoted steward, who had grown from a dispensable servant to a steward, and then faced enemies and friends who had stepped out of the old power, pride and arrogance intertwined in his mind. Just as the convoy was about to leave Simon, Simika, sitting in his carriage, was interrupted by a shout.

He got out of the car, and the guard in front shouted "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! Do you know whose carriage this is? Get out of the way! "Get out of the way, or we'll hurt you!"

Ouyang Dao didn't like the look of an idiot standing in front of him. He had just finished doing business with Hayes, Hayes was waiting for him outside the city gate, he didn't go to the meeting place, the people who came to pick up the goods were very strong, and Ouyang Dao felt as if they had moved the boxes away. Ouyang Dao watched them rush in and out. Maria · Kelly's carriage was useless, and even without those little boxes, Hayes's hundreds of men weren't playing around. When the wooden box was taken away, Ouyang Dao saw a hidden pattern, and Hayes smiled and didn't say anything more.

The silence did not last more than a minute, and Ouyang Dao's call to action was completed as soon as it ended. As his men struggled to leave, Hayes threw Ouyang Dao's body in the night outside the city gates.

Ouyang Dao was very satisfied with this corpse, perhaps to show his sincerity, this was the corpse of an elite class, transformed into a powerful law enforcer. But Ouyang Dao's ecstasy did not last long, and the intermittent runes on the carriage reminded him that his attempt to find out about Poseidon had failed, and it seemed that Maria who trusted him · Kelly left something behind.

Ouyang Dao pushed the body to the car, covered it with a black cloth, and returned the same way. Now the car has become a trouble for Ouyang Dao. There's definitely Maria in the car · Kelly's tracking mark, the specific purpose of which is unknown, Ouyang Dao is unwilling to reveal his secret, and returns the car to Maria · Kelly. When I entered the west gate and looked up, I saw that it was these high guards.

"I came in through the door first, my car is much smaller than yours. Should I drive away first? ”

Ouyang Dao asked this sentence calmly, and at the same time decided in his heart that if the other party continued to say it, then by the way, he would vent the bad emotions accumulated tonight. The guards in front of the carriage sneered, and were about to shout, when Scammy came over, stopped them, and looked at Ouyang Dao with a strange look.

It was a strange carriage, covered with black cloth, with neither coats of arms nor ornate ornamentation, and it was made of a very rare wood, valuable or not, but wild wood was found everywhere. Ouyang Dao's personal decoration was the reason for his hesitation. The fabric used in his trench coat far exceeded that of an ordinary tailor, and as an aristocratic former pug, he knew a lot about the Lion City.

What does this person have to do with the Trade Federation? Ouyang Dao frowned and looked at the silent Skarmey, Skarmey stopped him, but didn't say anything, just kept staring at him. Meanwhile, Scammy was immersed in his own speculation about Ouyang Dao, who was about to leave the Lion City to face a new set of challenges, and it was a test for him to judge and decide what to do with Ouyang Dao.

Stopping and delaying a mysterious man in a hurry is something Scammy would never do, because giving and taking is the best way to deal with a lion. But now Scammy was silent about his joy at promotion, and he was now in charge of the Red Cross Bow family, and tonight was his first and last time in power. As for Ouyang Dao's possible rebellion, Scammy didn't care.

In the Lion City, on the old turf of the Red Cross, a mysterious motorist never gets into trouble. "Hello, I apologize for the disrespect of my people," he said, glancing at Ouyang Dao before preparing to move on to the next stage. Ouyang Dao gave him a strange look and whispered, "It's okay. Can I go? ”

"Of course, of course, you can leave at any time," Scammy said, without the slightest intention of directing the convoy to leave. "Do you have any connection with the Chamber of Commerce, or do you know any big businessmen? Ouyang Dao was confused by his question, and he patiently replied: "I do have a connection with a big person. What's the problem? "The first question is correct. His eyes lit up, and he continued to spin around Ouyang Dao's carriage, which was painted black by Sir Carrie, Ouyang Dao was wearing a veil, and Starmi's mind was full of various associations.

Stamy's strange gaze annoyed Ouyang, and his strange behavior annoyed the nobles and clerks in the carriage, who did not dare to stand up against Scammi, who was already the boss, but the lady didn't care. "Scarmi!, what are you waiting for? Get this driver out there, we're going to meet another convoy in the middle of the month!" Said the stupid young lady. Looking at the other man's long curly hair, Scammy suddenly felt a wave of disgust, and he warned that "we are driving fast tonight, and Simon is not far away".

What Ybor let out a scream. She pulled out her watch, looked at the time, and immediately, in a high-pitched voice, he shouted at Scarmi "You didn't go the family route. Do you know how much risk this will put on me!You stupid pig!" Stamey turned to Ouyang Dao, his face darkened, he was now the head of the family, and although he and Miss Ybor were in a different situation, they were in the same situation. They still call him a pig in public! I didn't deviate from the usual route, Miss Igbo, but now that we're back on the main route, I'm not mistaken: "That's because you're lucky! You pig, do you know the family's decision... ”

"Shut up!" Scammy viciously cut off Ypol's words, "Don't call me a pig," he said, staring at her with a dark and melancholy look. "I'm the commander of this convoy now, you know what I mean, Miss Ybor" His face darkened for a moment, and she had to rely on Skarmey to get back into the carriage with a snort.

Ouyang Dao happily watched the vicious fight between the master and the servant, and seeing his treacherous appearance, he silently walked away, preparing to bypass the escort. Scammy stopped Ouyang Dao and said in an irrefutable tone: "Wait a minute, what is the cargo on the car, tell me, and you can go."