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This winter was particularly cold, with heavy snow falling early and strong winds and snow that continued for several days. This phenomenon is extremely rare, and it is usually a cold, dry climate, with only two or three snowfalls at most throughout the winter, and it stops at most one day at a time.

The baron's small "castle" was whistling in the cold wind, and rows of bright white ice picks were formed on the black eaves, and the roof and walls were smeared with a layer of frosty ice. The whole castle seems to be covered with a crust of ice.

In the baron's room, the fire in the fireplace exuded an amazing heat, and the whole room was very warm. The old baron was lying on the thick quilt of the big bed, and he was snorting in pain - the druid was "acupuncture" for him.

The druid filled the baron's back with silver needles, took out a roll of special dried herbs as thick as a thumb and wrapped in parchment, lit it and roasted it on a specific part of his back, which was called "moxibustion".

While "moxibustion", he asked the old baron: "Did your back start to hurt when it first snowed?"

The old baron was a little surprised, he didn't say anything about it, he actually knew about it. However, the druids are very skilled in medicine, and they have almost reached the level of unpredictable prophets for all kinds of diseases. Fortunately, I have seen it many times, and I am a little surprised. I remember that when he first met him, he said that he had a serious stomach problem, and concluded that he had lived a life of hunger and hunger for a long time, and often slept on the wet ground. At that time, I was really shocked, you must know that even a ten-level pastor in the allied health care cannot conclude the illness just by looking at people!

The old baron sighed: "Yes, when people are old, they are like this, and their bodies are like rusty armor, and they are not easy to use. ”

The druid glanced at him, snorted and said, "It's not because of the aging of your body, it's because you used to sleep too coldly, and your internal organs were severely injured, and you didn't heal properly, and it didn't show up until now." ”

The old baron hurriedly defended: "I have healed, I used to ask a priest to treat my wounds and diseases in the army, and every time I waited until I was completely healed before leaving, how could my internal organs be traumatized?"

The druid laughed, "And I don't mean wounds and bruises and bleeding inside and out. Rather, it refers to the function of the internal organs and their ability to coordinate with each other. The priest's divine magic was very effective for all kinds of wounds, but the effect on the function of internal organs was rather weak. You say that the spell of 'removing the disease' can only remove the superficial symptoms, and the real cause is still lurking in you. It doesn't matter if you're strong when you're young, but when you're old and your body is slightly failing, all the problems will erupt together. Alas, do you know that when I first saw you, none of your internal organs were intact! All of them were deeply ill! If I hadn't tried my best to recuperate you with medicine and acupuncture, I am afraid that you would not have lived more than two years at that time. ”

The old baron was silent, he was indeed in great trouble at that time, but his good body suddenly fell ill frequently, and at first it was only a few minor illnesses, and he carried it over. Then the problem became more and more serious, and a priest had to be found for medical treatment. However, soon after being cured, other problems will always arise, such as severe pain in the head, inability to eat, involuntary tremors of hands and feet, a lot of hair falling out, and frequent swelling of the legs. For this reason, he specially left his territory and went to the bustling city to seek high-level priests to treat him, but he spent a lot of money, but his health was still getting worse day by day, and soon after, Zeng Jin was a qualified warrior, and he actually had to rely on crutches to walk!

Until one day, a priest with a 7th-order divine art sued him after praying to the gods that he had lived for less than two years. This made him give up hope and return to his territory to die.

Just when he was already sick and couldn't stand up, he miraculously met this great druid, his medical skills were indeed impressive, and he was able to get out of bed and walk after the first dose of medicine and a little spell. From then on, he pinned all his hopes for life on the great druid. and ordered the steward and others to entertain the Grand Druid with an attitude and treatment equal to his own. It's been three years now, and not only is he not dead, but his body is even gradually regaining his former vitality.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly tightened, and he asked, "Master, do you think I can live for a few more years?"

Dong Hezi was silent for a while, people are more or less shy about illness and avoid medical treatment, and some words are rashly said, which will make people very uncomfortable. In fact, the old baron had already asked his lifespan several times. Even if he knew that he would return to the realm of the gods after death, as a nobleman, even if it was just a nobleman at the lowest level, it would still be good to live one more day. Because in the human world he can enjoy privileges by his own efforts, and in the kingdom of God, everything is determined by God's will. For the wealthy, accepting death and allowing their souls to ascend to heaven is actually just a last resort.

He said in a deep voice: "A person's lifespan is related to the quality of physical maintenance, the state of mood, etc., and it is generally difficult to determine. You see, the gods also judged that you could only live for two years, but now you are still alive and well, aren't you?"

"No!" said the baron, "it is because I met you, and without your help, I don't think I would have survived more than two years." This is the fourth time I've asked you this question, so don't shy away from it. And I've already faced death once, and now I can bear any answer. ”

"As it stands, there are still 2 years to live. Dong Hezi said slowly in a calm tone: "If you can let go of a mundane thing and concentrate on recuperating your body according to the method I taught you, it is estimated that it can be extended to 5 years." ”

The old baron was very disappointed: "In other words, it will only be 5 years at most, and I won't even live to be 60 years old?"

Dong Hezi said helplessly: "The problem of internal organs is very deep, and it has dragged on for too long. In my opinion, the root of your illness has actually been in place since you were 15 years old. It's just that I was young at the time and my body was full of vitality, so I suppressed many problems. Later, you joined the army again, practiced martial arts, made your body strong, and once again covered up the problem. And since you became a level 7 warrior, you have been overconfident in your body, and when you eat and sleep in the open air, march and kill the enemy, you will lose your body in transition. This is like a big tree, its roots are not strong but it destroys the branches, although the branches are lush in spring and summer, but in autumn and winter the roots are dead and rotten, and they can no longer be revived. There will be a day when the human body will fail, once the vitality declines, the hidden problem will erupt, and at this time it is already difficult to return, and the life span is over, even the gods cannot recover. ”

"Fifteen, fifteen—" The old baron seemed to age a few years older in an instant, and he muttered to himself, holding back the tears in his eyes. At the age of 15, it was the day he left his hometown, and he didn't know how much suffering he had suffered, how much deception and oppression he had endured along the way. He vowed to get ahead and become a noble lord at any cost. So he joined the mercenary army, and after fighting for several years, taking advantage of the civil strife in the Principality of Hereford, an earl recruited troops and became a full-fledged soldier. With the slightest hope of making a career and becoming a nobleman, he fought desperately, often not sleeping for days in order to track down the enemy, and lying on the damp ground for a nap in armor when he was sleepy, licking some dew from the leaves to drink when he was thirsty, and finding some natural salt from the river side to eat the food without seasoning. Finally, with all his hard work, he got the attention of the earl, so he was promoted. When his status rose slightly, he found that there were already many competitors, either with spells or cronyisms, and they were much harder than him in terms of strength and backstage. For this reason, he once naively thought that as long as he got into the aristocratic group, he could get a greater opportunity, so he found a declining aristocratic lady to be his wife. When he entered this circle, he suddenly found that he was really pitiful, and even his wife's status in the family was precarious, so he couldn't take care of himself, let alone take care of him?

So he gritted his teeth, and only by fighting for his life could he have a chance to succeed. Of course, he can't do things that are too dangerous, and besides, with him as a level 7 warrior, people are not at ease. Only those who are heavy and tired, pampered and pampered are unwilling to do the task. Fortunately, the earl was also a sensible man, and seeing that he had worked hard for many years, although he did not have great merit, but he had suffered a lot of hard work, he seized an opportunity to raise him to a little baron of the lowest rank, and in order to appease the grievances of some people, he could only be sealed in this most remote and poorest place. Rao is so inevitable that some people's tongues are inevitable.

Looking back on the past 40 years, the bones of many comrades-in-arms have long been turned into dust, and the old earl has long since fled to the kingdom of God, but he has been too heavy because of the cold and dampness of his liver and kidneys, and he has no heirs until his wife dies. Leaving a knighthood empty is secretly sad. Fortunately, in his life, he finally fulfilled a dream of being a nobleman, and when he was about to die, a nephew came to inherit the title, and it was not in vain that he had worked hard all his life.

He choked up a little and asked, "If you let go of a mundane thing, you can live for 5 years?"

Dong Hezi nodded affirmatively: "Yes, leave the big and small things in the territory to others to deal with, don't waste energy on these things." If you concentrate on practicing the health techniques I have taught, you will live for five years. In fact, he didn't say all this, if there is a breakthrough in his mastery of herbs within five years, then once he has a new pill, it will not be a problem to continue his life for another ten years.

The old earl whispered to himself with a slight choked voice, "I know, I know." ”

Yes, maybe it's time to put down a qiē and concentrate on enjoying the last "aristocratic time".

Like smoke, the past once again haunts my heart.

After sending off the Great Druid, the old baron asked the butler to call Grimm.

Seeing his nephew walk in with some restraint, and trying his best to squeeze out a flattering smile on his face, the old baron sighed secretly, he was too young after all, only 18 years old this year, and he was thinking about some daydreaming future all daydreaming. If he can grow old and see things in this world more clearly, then he can rest assured that he will manage this territory.

"Do you have any experience in helping me manage this territory lately?" asked the old baron.

"Uh-hmm," replied the young Grimm, hesitantly, "and I now know how much effort it takes to manage a territory, to patrol the farmers working in the fields, to mediate disputes among the lords, and to supervise the training of the soldiers. He kept talking.

The old baron interrupted these unnourished official tones: "Then how many times have you inspected the fields?How many times have you mediated disputes?As for the training of the soldiers, I think Tivedes is always doing it, and I haven't seen your shadow every time!"

Grimm's face flushed with nervousness, and he didn't want to give his uncle a bad image, at least not until he officially became a "baron". So he found a reason.

"Uncle, you know, I'm a mage, and I have to train me every day for arcane abilities. You know, it's going to take a lot of time. ”

The old baron was very tired of this cliché, but he managed to make a calm expression and said: "Grimm, you are eighteen years old! You are not young, don't take those boring adventure novels seriously! Who do you think you are? The protagonists of the novels can never be killed?" He raised himself from his chair with some excitement: "How many times have I told you, I have seen more mages who died on the battlefield and in the adventuring party than all the mages you have seen in your life!" I don't know how many talented comrades-in-arms I have seen, they know both martial arts and spells, and those of us who are not very talented live in their shadow every day. Like you, they are constantly showing off their abilities in front of us low-ranking soldiers, fantasizing that one day they will become the 'protagonists' above all ten thousand. But what happened? They are all dead!" The old baron waved his arms and exclaimed, "They think they are the protagonists, but in fact they are all cannon fodder! Yes, they are all cannon fodder! Now, they are dead, and I am alive, I am the baron! They are nothing! Not even a monument has been left for them!"

Grimm mechanic's "um, um" coping, but he didn't think so, as long as he could obtain the third-order arcane and become an official mage, he would have a social status equivalent to that of a knight, and if he could obtain the sixth-order arcane, then even if he was an earl, he would have to give some face. If you can obtain an arcane art of rank 8 or above, then you will have gold coins, a beautiful noblewoman, a beautiful slave girl, and a dignified status comparable to that of a duke—what do you want!

The old baron saw it in his eyes and sighed to himself, he was too young!

He had to ease his tone, and said helplessly: "I know that you actually want to become a high-level mage in your heart, but do you know how many low-level mage's heads are under a high-level mage's feet? I want to officially leave the affairs of the territory to you with full authority, but in the past six months, I will first test your ability, and if you can meet the requirements of a lord, then when my old bones are in the ground, I will pass on the position of the baron to you. ”

Seeing that Grimm's eyes burst with strong joy, he suddenly said again: "But, if you really can't be a lord, then I won't give you this territory to waste!"

Grimm was short of breath and hurriedly swore that he would do his best to be a qualified lord.

The old baron waved his hand tiredly and said, "You go down first, and if you don't understand anything in the future, ask the butler and Tivedes more." Also, I know that you mages actually look down on the druids in your heart, but don't underestimate Master Dong Hezi, he is much more powerful than you think! Even those high-ranking priests may not be able to compare with him! If there is any big trouble, the only person you can rely on is him. I've been in the dead and I've walked through the living, and I can't be mistaken. You have to be vigilant. ”

"Uncle, don't worry," Grimm said with a smile on his face, "I have ten thousand respects for Master Donghezi, and I have seen his skills. I will never forget your words!"

The old baron's face softened slightly, and he said slowly: "That's good, that's good." ”

Seeing Grimm's playful farewell, he exited the room. The old baron's heart is still fluctuating, Grimm, do you know that it is far more comfortable and practical to be an honest baron than to bet your life and all your wealth to become a high mage. I forced you to learn to be a lord, but also so that you have a way back in the future. Do you know that in this world, there is actually only one person who can achieve his dreams?

He sighed and said to himself, "My nephew, dreams are always painful. Your dreams are actually the source of your pain. ”

Yes, but the dream is so sweet, if it weren't for the dream of "I want to be a nobleman", then I wouldn't be a baron today. Who knows what will happen in the future? Even God doesn't know.

Grimm stabbed into Elsa's warm, lubricated tight flower path, and the two of them moaned loudly with intense pleasure.

He vigorously grabbed the plump pink thighs of the beautiful woman, rubbed the tender and charming skin with his palm, and let his purple fighter vigorously impact the soft female body over and over again.

The beautiful woman's intoxicated eyes were full of misty color. She struggled to arch her flushed body, and a pair of soft sliding arms reached the young man's somewhat thin neck, letting the fiery masculine full of lower body hit her in waves and waves. The warm sweat turned into an intoxicating ** mist shrouded the two, she became more and more selfless into the tide of happiness, and finally screamed with a greasy moan: "Brother, my good brother, ah-ah-"

The strange heat flow unstoppably hit every inch of skin inside and outside her body, and she groaned loudly and fell softly on the bed, her charming plump body continued to enjoy the youthful passionate battle.

"Cool!" Grimm gasped and exclaimed. The left hand claws the eye-catching slender waist, and the right hand lifts the moving plump buttocks, eager to merge the two bodies into one. The mature and delicate body of the beautiful widow is so mesmerizing that Grimm almost wants to indulge in this wonderful joint, which never ends.

He stared at the undulating and seductive pink curves on the graceful female body, and thought uncontrollably in his heart: "Half a year, as long as it takes another half a year, I can master this territory." When my uncle dies, I'll be a baron. He almost laughed out loud with excitement, "When the time comes, I'll pay for the tuition to continue studying magic." When I become a high mage one day, hum, I must get my hands on Lady Kellymino, and her beautiful daughter! When the time comes, I will also be like the ** master Levos, and I will pick all the flowers one by one! Now that I have learned the art of the maiden, it will be so powerful, and when the time comes, with the spells in the 'Pink Book', how powerful will it be?!!!——"

** The excitement of the soul bombarded him strongly, and Peng Pai's passion surged uncontrollably. According to the 'Imperial Maiden' taught by the Great Druid of Donghezi, he should suspend his activities at this time, but this time his body and mind are so refreshed that he wants to vent, vent the strongest happiness in his heart.

With a roar, the purple warrior stormed into the deepest part of the rainforest, unleashing his infinite fury in the most enchanting palace, and countless white warriors rushed into all corners of the beautiful palace, swearing the supreme glory of the conqueror!

"It's so cool. Grimm muttered, hugging the young woman nine years older than himself, for some reason he was always infatuated with this young woman, as if there was an invisible magnetic force in them that attracted him firmly and made him fall in love with it.

"Does the Baron really want to pass on the title to you?" Aisha asked affectionately, kissing his cheek and suddenly whispering in his ear.

"Of course!" said Grimm proudly, "as long as I don't travel for half a year, the position of baron will definitely be mine." Actually, even if something goes wrong, what if there is a business trip? Uncle can't he have another heir besides me?"

He reached out to the soft mountain where the beautiful woman was round and full, felt the charming elasticity, and continued to boast: "At that time, I will have the tuition fee to continue my studies in magic, and when I learn the 6th and 7th order magic, even the earl will be polite to me." I want as much money and status as I want!hahahaha."

The beautiful young woman Aisha reached into the quilt and held the still fiery fighter, and said in a flattering voice: "When the time comes, will you take me there too?" I want to accompany you, and by the way, I can also see the outside world. ”

Grimm was stunned, although Aisha is already the most beautiful beauty here, she is still slightly worse than those beauties in the big city, and she is just an ordinary farmer's daughter, where can she compare with those elegant noblewomen, which makes men more conquestful.

But he couldn't say this, so he had to coax: "Of course I'll take you there, and I'll buy you a big three-story house with a big garden, and arrange a few servants for you." Good no good. ”

Aisha smiled with satisfaction, and with that skillful hand, she gently served the purple fighter, making it grow strong quickly, and swearing her ** and strength hotly.

The young man's passion was really strong, she chuckled, and asked again, "Then when will you marry me?"

The terrible kneading was so refreshing that it made Grimm moan an "oh, oh" in a hurry, this question was really troublesome. You need to know that the tuition fee for learning magic is surprisingly high, and it is definitely not something that a baron's income can handle. If you want to get married, you will definitely find the daughter of a nobleman or a wealthy businessman, and you will definitely not marry an ordinary family, even if she is a beauty!

He smiled a little awkwardly and said, "You're 9 years older than me, people will gossip." Besides, isn't it nice to be a lover? Without the shackles of marriage, there is much freedom. As he spoke, he kissed him intimately.

A shrewd look flashed in Elsa's eyes, and she kissed her sweetly.

Lover, Freedom, is the kind of character that can be kicked away with one kick.

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