When Nacini and his attendants hurried in, they saw such a bizarre sight in front of them.

Nacini, who was worried about the expenditure of the treasury, suddenly laughed, and the courtiers next to him also showed a smile.

"This, Your Majesty, I have no choice, so I have to let you come up with ideas. Kudran said helplessly.

"This ......," Nacini asked for a moment with a smile, then suddenly turned his head and said, "Didn't you say that Althea had been sullen all day today, call her to make her laugh." ”

"Your Majesty, Mr. Allegri ...... this morning," a female officer beside him hurriedly reminded him, whispering a few words in his ear.

"Is that so?" Nacini nodded with a deep groan, and suddenly sighed.

"Forget it, so be it," he said, giving him a deep look at Allegri, who was dancing and singing, and turned away, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's go back and continue to discuss the issue of treasury revenues." ”

"What do you mean by that, that's it?" Kudran hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "What to do with it, Your Majesty." ”

Nacini frowned and said casually, "You have full authority to deal with it, old general." ”

"Me?" Kudran gestured to himself, but before he could speak, Nacini had already walked away with the ministers.

"I'm in charge?" Kudran shook his head and turned away.

"Old general, how the hell is this thing handled?" the officer on duty cautiously came up.

"Aren't you very well organized," Kudran patted him on the shoulder, "You're very talented as a band manager, and I think I'm optimistic about you." ”

"This ......" The officer didn't know if it was a compliment, or how to answer it.

Although he was tempted to say "You can take care of it" to the officer, Kudran finally did not do so, and he muttered, "Since the king doesn't mind, then so be it, but you have to work hard to stay here." ”

He thought for a moment and continued, "When these three masters get tired of singing, or fall asleep, you can settle them down." ”

The officer nodded, and Kudran stood aside for a moment, humming, "What a terrible singing." He gathered the guards and wanted to bypass the crowd and go home.

I heard Illo's voice behind me, "I'm a little tired of singing, that young man, yes, it's you, you're shouting so loudly, come, come on stage and sing one." ”

The corners of Kudran's mouth twitched, and he took a few steps faster, and walked away without looking back.

The remaining officer was dumbfounded, muttering, "Is there any interaction in this process?" He didn't know about it, but he at least knew a little bit that he wanted to sleep tonight.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining and the birdsong was sparse.

Allegri woke up from the haze and felt a dullness in his chest, he squinted his eyes and pushed Dios's big foot aside with a scolding force, and with a hard effort, the headache was splitting, as if his soul had been torn apart.

Struggling to sit up, he realized that the soft underneath his body was not a blanket, but a "meat pad" Illo.

With all his strength, he climbed to the side, reluctantly sat on a recliner, looked at the ambiguous posture of the two big men on the ground in front of him, and subconsciously took out his mobile phone and took a secret photo.

His pockets were empty, his soul returned to reality, and he gradually remembered what was in front of him.

"Teacher, are you awake?" the wooden door was pushed open, and Afra's little face was revealed, and she thoughtfully handed over a cup of tea, "Teacher, drink some water." ”

"The teacher didn't hurt you in vain," patting her on the head, Allegri struggling to her feet, frowning at her dusty magic robe, "What did we do yesterday?"

"It's not us, it's you. Afra grinned.

"Hmm......" Dios rubbed his eyes, and also came to his senses, he glanced at Dios beside him, and his first reaction was to kick out.

Illo screamed in pain and got up to fight back, but collapsed weakly to the side.

Finally, all three of them came to their senses, looked at each other, and turned to Afra together.

"What happened yesterday?"

"The innkeeper has prepared food, you better take a shower and change your clothes and then come down and talk slowly," Afra patted a few sets of men's clothes next to her, "because there are so many of them, I can't explain them in a few words." ”

The hearts of the three men lifted at the same time, and they shook in their throats.

"Teacher Allegri, Uncle Illo, Uncle Dios, that's how it goes......" The articulate Afra smiled as she sipped her juice.

"This Norman City, there's really no way to mix it up. Illo covered his face with his hands and said in a muffled bitter voice.

"You've completely discouraged me from staying," Dios sighed, slapping Allegri on the thigh, "Come to think of it, if I go back into the fight and shout 'Let's get my name known,' all I have to ask is 'Is this the Demos of the Band of Sorrow?' ”

"The band was thought of by Illo, and you still came up with the name 'sadness', so why do you blame me?" Allegri snorted, "Besides, I'm still the lead singer of the band." ”

The three of them were silent together, except for Afra grinning.

"I remember you were drinking too, why weren't you drunk?" Dios remembered something in a trance.

"Uncle, you're too weak," Afra scoffed, "Do you remember what happened next?"

Dios shook his head.

"Did we pay for the drink, then?" said Illo.

"Yes, you gave all the money to the boss, and you don't want to give it to you," Afrabi gave a thumbs up, "I used to say that you were lewd, but I was wrong, and you drank like that and you still knew how to pay for the wine, you are really a good man." ”

"Really?" Illo laughed, scratching his head, "Then you said that I am such a good man, and if I go back now, will the boss return the extra money to me?"

The three of them looked at him with disdain, and Illo stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

"When are we leaving?" asked Dios, impatiently, "I didn't dare to go out before I left." ”

"But I haven't visited Norman City much, and the envoys will be meeting for at least a week. Allegri said casually.

"Are you still shopping?" said Illo and Dios.

"Yes, teacher, you're going to be chased for autographs on the streets," Afra added, "Allegri, the lead singer of the 'Band of Sorrows.'" ”

"Huh. Allegri smiled and pulled a thin mask from his bosom. On the "Sulfur Fountain" volcano, after breaking away from the siege of the Church of Light, he took off the "trickery mask", and everyone slowly accepted his original face, at least more pleasing to the eye than the middle-aged man. Even Afra had forgotten that he still had this backhand.

"Hey, we both drank like that for you, you wouldn't be without us, would you?" said Illo disdainfully.

"What for me?" Allegri pretended not to understand.

"I don't know which one has no conscience, and he is ...... Thea was injured, and she had to pull us to drink. Dios also began to join the ranks of verbal criticism.

"Who is Althea?" Allegri looked blank and innocent.

"With the thickness of your skin, I don't think you need to wear a mask, do Iro?" Illo squinted at him.

Allegri stuck out his tongue and looked a scoundrel, hiding the gloom in his heart.

"Since the two of them can't go out, let's stay here, teacher, let's go shopping together, shall we?" Afra took Allegri's hand.

"But I don't have any money with me. Allegri scratched his head.

"It's okay," Afra pulled Allegri to the door, waving goodbye to the two of them, "The tavern owner asked Uncle Illo for the money, he just didn't want it, and I had no choice but to accept the ...... in the end."

When he walked out of the door, he found that they were in an inn not far from the square, and the officer on duty could not send them back to the palace to arrange their accommodations, so he came up with the idea.

"Let's go, this way. Allegri pulled Afra as he walked into the street in front of the square, when he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him,

"Allegri?"

He looked back blankly, after putting on his "trick mask", could there be anyone else in Norman City who knew him?

"It's really the captain," it was Cyyl and the big man Bazaar who rushed over, "we didn't find you when we went to the palace, and we saw you and Afra as soon as we came out." ”

"Yes," Allegri scratched his head, lamenting the coincidence, "what a coincidence." ”

"Here," Cyryl reached out and handed over the two things, "the materials you asked for have already been shipped to the construction site for Brooke." ”

In her palm, a thin gray iron ring, and an earthy yellow square seal.

"What do the dwarves say?" Allegri asked, as he had sent Seryl and Bazaar to the Redstone Terrace a few months earlier, inviting the dwarves to help build the tower, and to bring some needed materials from Teacher Herseus's tower.

"They say they've long since lost the art of building the Magic Tower," Cyryl explained, "but they've sent dozens of people to help us deliver the goods, and the one at the head seems to adore you and does his best." ”

"Well, it's Hoel," Allegri nodded, "they're in Anlan now, right?"

"Well," Cyril nodded with a smile, "Lord Herseus is in a hurry to see you, so we'll be in Norman City at once." ”

"It's been a hard time for you to run around these days, Syyl," Allegri said in thanks, patting her on the shoulder, "and you, Bazaar, and then you just have to rest." ”

"I'm putting the future on you, of course, to reflect my own value. Cyrell smiled with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry," Allegri nodded, turning around and pointing, "Let's go, go back to the hotel, I'll introduce you to two handsome guys first." ”

"Captain," Cyril reluctantly pointed to the ring in his hand, "I just said it, Lord Herseus is anxious to find you. ”

(Double watch, I already have a premonition of my tragic fate)

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