Allegri, at last, has the appearance of a little lord.

The official canonization of the Snowton Empire is an earldom, a large territory west of the Green River Valley, a main city that is beginning to take shape, a growing private army, and a fairly complete administrative system......

Compared to the old-fashioned aristocracy, Allegri lacked nothing more than a castle and a horde of wives and children.

However, now he has not yet developed the idea of pleasure. This seemingly beautiful qiē is nothing but duckweed on the water, if it can't quickly take root, a small tide head is enough to destroy it all.

At sunrise, Allegri woke up as promised.

In the vast sea of souls, the purple-red magic power began to accumulate again, and it has now reached the intermediate level. The sealed Godhead of Light is buried deep beneath the sea, like a rock that is not good. But he could feel that a faint white mist was emerging from the hollowed-out cracks, moistening his dry soul and body.

With Villanoo's assurance, Allegri no longer regards the Godhead of Light as an enemy, and his constantly strengthening body and imminent magic make him full of confidence in the future.

Maybe one day, I'll be able to reach the top of the legend......

Allegri thought so, dressed and washed, and then sat down in front of the sun-drenched porch and entered a meditative state.

Half an hour later, when the maid walked into the courtyard with breakfast, he opened his eyes and stretched. In this familiar place, he feels at ease and comfortable no matter what he does.

Allegri's schedule in the morning is very full.

He first went to comfort the little barbarians who were depressed by the disappearance of Bai Ji, and then rushed to the small town outside the valley, where Onisha and André were in the newly established Consulate. Wait for him to consult on the internal and external affairs of the valley.

Once they have been officially canonized, they can divide and set up sub-administrative districts in their realms, which must be done by the lord himself. In addition to this, the reclamation of wasteland, the construction of the main city. The financial audits need to be handled by Allegri one by one. It wasn't until mid-day that the three of them barely had their hands free, eating a simple lunch and chatting casually.

"Other lords collect taxes from farmers, but we have the income support of the golden trade road, which is not only tax-free, but also gives subsidies such as seeds and farm tools. "According to my estimates, after this autumn harvest, the valley will be self-sufficient in grain and grass, and there is no need to go to the Green River Valley to buy it." ”

"That's for the best," Allegri nodded. "After the imperial army goes south, the price of grain and grass will definitely soar. If you can be self-sufficient, you will not be hindered by others at that time. ”

"By the way," Onisha next to her finished eating, putting down her knife and fork, "the trade between the river valley and the misty swamp has been completely interrupted. This will have a considerable impact on our fiscal revenue. ”

"Now, Uncle Mendel, which trade route do you take chiefly?" asked Allegri, frowning. With the annexation of the Herseus Valley to Snowton, a considerable share of the taxing rights. will be taken over to the empire, and in this case, the profits earned by the valley's own caravans are becoming more and more important.

"There's not much profit left on the line from Torm to Snowdon, so he decided to head south to the Moonsong Forest to trade with the elves," Andre shook his head with a wry smile, "but that way, he will spend less time in the valley, and Afra has come to me to protest a few times." ”

"Uncle Mendel is also an idle man. Allegri sighed helplessly. He had persuaded the other party several times to train a few capable henchmen to succeed him, and he himself enjoyed his old age in peace, but Mendel always excused himself on the grounds of "unease". For him, the business life of traveling around seems to have become a deeply rooted habit.

"If it is possible, it would be better to open up some new sources of income," Onissa pondered for a moment, adding, "After the war begins, the Imperial army will go south to fight, which will inevitably crowd out the original trade routes, and the commercial taxes we can collect will be much reduced." ”

"I already have a preliminary idea of this," Allegri said, brushing over the face of the Marquis of Walledon, as he picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and stood up, "you guys get busy first, I'll stop by to see Afra." ”

In order to facilitate Afra's study of magic, Mendel set up his mansion in a small town in the valley.

Mendel was a typical Setstian, he could get acquainted with strangers very quickly, and when he changed glasses, he could reveal anything. But when facing his relatives, he will become silent, bury his emotions deep in his heart, and never declare them.

In terms of food and clothing, Afra's requests were immediately met by Mendel. But to be honest, he was not a proper father, and this rugged desert man paid little attention to the inner feelings of the little girl. In addition, he has been doing business and traveling abroad all the year round, and the father and daughter get together less and leave more, even if the family relationship between blood and water will not be weakened, a shallow estrangement is inevitable.

As usual, when Allegri walked into Mendel's mansion, there were not many people in the courtyard.

The old butler, who was also from Setstian, immediately greeted him tremblingly when he saw who it was. He had been the bookkeeper of the caravan, but now that he was old, he stayed in the valley to live and take care of Afra's food and daily life.

"Where's Afra?" Allegri asked gently, and seeing that he wanted to give a salute, he hurriedly stepped forward to hold him, signaling that he didn't have to.

"When she got up, she went to the study," replied the old butler, with a little dissatisfaction, "and I don't know what she's busy with, and I don't even come out for lunch until now." ”

"I'll take a look. Allegri smiled and walked in the direction of the study. He came here a lot, so he was familiar with the structure of the mansion.

Walking through the garden and turning the cloister, he quickly arrived at the door of the study, and was about to push the door in, only to find that the door was bolted.

"Afra?" asked Allegri, with a faint suspicion rising in his heart, knocking on the door.

"Yes, yes...... Who?" Afra snorted, visibly flustered.

"It's me. Hearing her response, Allegri was relieved.

"Teacher, why are you here?" the door opened, and Afra gave him a faint look and whispered.

"Drop by, come and have a look. Allegri patted her head and looked around the slightly gloomy room, his doubts growing thicker.

This breath ...... I always feel that something is not right...... (To be continued......)