Number 366 outside the window.

A few shirtless men sat cross-legged on the ground, the cigarette rolls exuded an inferior smell, the edges of the cards were rolled up, if it was a guy with a heart, he could completely distinguish the nuances, so as to remember the cards, there were not a few shuttles in the world of the table, so many things were handed down.

"Isn't this Shudemier?"

The strong man at the head extinguished his cigarette and looked the person up and down, he only had a little impression of this guy, but the leader asked to inform all the professionals above the first rank of the matter, and then he found the other party in the statistics.

Several others threw away their cards and stood up.

"At twelve o'clock tonight, avoid the guards in front of the passage and come to the big wooden house in the center, you are a half-elf, you should know that you will not live long here."

After the strong man whispered, Yu Guang glanced at the guards next to the entrances of each passage, and then stretched out his hand to violently push the guy in front of him.

One of the heirs of the primordial sin factor [Jealous Witch] once committed the crime of almost destroying half the world in the legend, because she was a half-elf, so the half-elves were disgusted by the people, which was mitigated in the sword slave island, after all, there are no so-called good people on the island, and the disgust suffered by the perpetrator is even more personal, but the nobles can buy the slave they like, which is more fatal to the half-elf.

"Say it again."

Jiang Yuan shook his head slightly, in the face of this flawed attack, he directly reached forward, blocked the opponent's elbow, and then clasped the back of his neck closely.

With the force of the back, someone stood in front of the dining window, the strong man staggered for a few meters before falling to the ground, neither the arm was broken, nor the cervical vertebrae were dislocated, a few sword slaves next to him saw the meaning of the hand, and involuntarily let go of the space in front of the window, although the sword slave as property is forbidden to fight in non-performance time, but the angry guy actually abounds, there is no sword weapon, and the scene sometimes becomes more and more violent.

The guards simply glanced at the danger, saw that there was no bloodshed, and turned their attention back to the dangerous elements.

In front of the window, Jiang Yuan picked up his daily food, five multigrain cakes, a large bowl of slightly cloudy soup, a few finger-length fish sticks, mixed with a large number of bone spurs, and wild vegetable puree that could not tell whether it was stewed soup or vomit.

There was a brief silence.

Jiang Yuan walked back to the house, and gnawed off the multigrain cake with an expressionless face, and the notice board on the wall recorded his opponent who was going to fight in the afternoon, but no matter how the enemy was, it was probably not as difficult to deal with as the food at hand.

……

Within the Empire, the county of Delton.

There was an inexplicable tension in the room, which made the old butler straighten his back.

After nearly 50 years of continuous service, through two generations, loyalty has been deeply engraved in the bones because of kindness.

The teacup containing the black tea was picked up by a smooth and white hand, and the owner of the hand patiently tasted the aroma of the tea, and the time, water temperature, method, and even the details of the brewing tea have reached above the horizontal line.

"Ma'am, how does it taste?"

The old butler asked expectantly.

"The smell is passing, the taste is ......"

What follows is the cold evaluation like a thorn, which makes people can't help but be surprised that "trampling" on high-quality tea can bring such a tragic accusation.

This is simply a personal attack...... The light in the old butler's eyes was dim, and there was only the devilish cold expression of the lady in his sight.

For a master who had not been blessed with a good fortune for a long time, this was a rather late first marriage, and the old butler was sincerely happy, even if the woman was only twelve years old.

It's not uncommon, but it's still surprising, because the owner is nearly fifty this year, and this marriage will not bring any help, the girl in front of her seems to have appeared out of nowhere, not long ago the election of the emperor has just ended, if the other party is a member of the noble supporters of the losing side, then it may be a crisis.

But her beauty is dazzling, like a burning crimson flame.

Priscilla Delton

Wife of the owner, Jola Delton.

“…… However, considering the current situation, on the whole, it can be given a decent evaluation. ”

The butler focused his eyes in disbelief, and this sentence that I don't know if it was a compliment or not, instantly eliminated the trace of dissatisfaction that had just emerged.

The girl put down the teacup unhurriedly, and serving was tantamount to being dominated, and the vocation of the old man in front of her was such a boring thing.

"Stand down, the concubine has something to say to her husband."

"Yes."

The old butler walked out of the door with the desire to improve his tea-making technique next time, and there were only two people left in the room.

"Everyone is fascinated by you."

A hoarse voice sounded, the man on the sofa was already gray, even if he inherited a high family background, it had nothing to do with the description of domineering, and when he talked to his wife, he seemed to be trembling, completely deviating from the social atmosphere of "the people must be strong".

"Next time you speak in a cringe-like tone, remember to close the window, or I won't be able to tell the difference between you and the wind." Priscilla said lightly.

"I ...... I'm just trying to say that the servants seem to accept you...... You've got it. "The old earl was a little at a loss.

"It doesn't matter if you accept it or not, it's just that they obey, they are people who have no way to survive except to serve, as long as the concubine shows the direction, she will immediately wagging her tail and follow."

"Original...... I see. ”

Priscilla sighed, really without the slightest interest in defeating it.

"The concubine should have identified herself with you."

The old earl scratched his head and looked puzzled.

The princess Priska, the rumored woman who died in the defeat of the emperor, was able to survive in the end after the efforts of all parties, including the open side of the Blood Emperor, and exited with dignity in the form of poisoned wine.

"What are you pretending to be?"

"I didn't...... I'm going to hand you over, or I'm going to take advantage of it, that's true. The old earl raised his hand in surrender, he was an old friend of the other party's grandmother.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what you have planned." Priscilla said excitedly: "After all, the world is made for concubines. ”

As a direct imperial blood, when the Emperor's Ritual is opened, anyone who passes the first test can obtain the right to use the world-class prop Yang Sword, even if it is divided into more than a dozen handles, the power is not reduced in any way.

This princess is not dead, which means that the ceremony of electing the emperor has not yet completely ended, and she still controls the use of the Yang Sword.

Of course, even without this weapon, Priscilla's unique philosophy of self would not have been flawed, not to mention that she had [the blessing of the sun].

"I'm sorry, sir." The butler knocked on the door and walked in and said, "Selena's envoy from the superior earl has come to visit and wants to invite you to watch the game on Sword Slave Island. ”

Later, the two envoys were allowed to enter the living room.

The young man is seventeen or eighteen years old, and he has the ability to control the mystical ability of [Flying Dragon].

The short man is his eldest brother, and his strength is even better.

(End of chapter)