Ile Wanwan didn't expect that he was working tirelessly to repair the yard in front, and someone actually demolished the house in the back.

Eli stood up with a small face, and the news made him cloudy in an instant, and the beets stopped looking, and walked to the castle with a sullen head. The maids were bewildered by his sudden change of mood and hurriedly followed.

The little young master, who was always happy, appeared in the corridor in a rare rage, and the surprised servants tried to make eye contact with the maid who was following behind the young master after saluting, but found that they were all the same confused.

Eli finally stopped in front of the closed study door, and two guards stopped him with their spears.

"Little Master, Lord Lord is meeting with the officials." One of the guards said stiffly, "Please come back later." ”

Later, the house was demolished by the pig teammates. Eli looked around and saw a maid passing by with a washed pillow. He stumbled over and politely asked, "Can I ask for a pillow?" ”

There was also a difference in status among the servants, and those in charge of washing happened to belong to the lower category. This round-faced girl with freckles on her face and a slightly collapsed nose spoke for the first time to the noble young master who was said to get along well, and her face was a little red with nervousness. She hurriedly picked one of the fluffiest ones and handed them to him, and replied hurriedly: "Of course! Of course. ”

"Thank you."

Eli took the pillow with both hands, slammed it in front of the study door with a fierce attitude, and sat down in front of everyone's eyes.

"If I don't go in, I'll wait here."

If Dylan knew who that pig teammate was, he would immediately take Ryze and call it in the pig teammate's face; If Dylan didn't know, he would have to urge Dylan to find the culprit right away.

Anyone who makes a small move before such a serious problem as famine will be punished by his own hands.

As for Dylan, he didn't see the possibility of a conspiracy at all and was ignored by Eli, Dylan is also very smart in addition to his strong force value, and he is a natural superior. He has a very high degree of control over his territory, and if this conspiracy can hide it from him, then it can easily hide it from anyone.

The two guards looked at each other in embarrassment, wondering whether to let Eli go or not.

But soon they didn't have to worry about it, the closed door was pulled open from the inside, and Dylan still had some anger between his eyebrows, he slowly lowered the shirt sleeve that reached his elbows, and said in a deep voice: "Deal with the inside—why are you here?!" ”

Eli looked at the less obvious blood stains and reddish phalanges on Dylan's placket, tilted his head and asked with a smile, "Who did you just hit?" Father. ”

Say it, and let me make up for it right away.

Dylan didn't hear the little argument between Eli and the guards, which directly ruined the image of the forgiveness he had worked so hard to build in front of Eli.

Eli didn't think that the black knight who terrified the enemy on the battlefield would really be as amiable as Dylan, and he easily accepted the fact that Dylan had beaten up his subordinate in the study, and tried to break through Dylan's strict defense to see the subordinate's face.

"Children can't see, they have nightmares." Dylan covered Eli's eyes and picked him up and strode away from the scene of the crime.

Eli twisted his body unwillingly: "Then you tell me who it is." ”

"You're curious about what this is for?"

Dylan finally stood still, and he took his hand away from Eli's eyes, who blinked hard to adjust to the sudden brightness of the light.

This is Eli's favourite part of the corridor, with a hollowed-out balustrade on one side that gives a view of a sparkling lake outside the castle.

"Because I'm curious who poisoned the sweet potatoes I worked so hard to grow."

Eli was sure that his words made Dylan's breathing even easier for a moment.

Hmph, I was scared by the fact that I had a task stating this cheat.

Dylan was going to wait until the matter was settled before telling Eli, but since Eli already knew, it would be okay to tell him in advance.

So Eli got a good deal of first-hand news from Dylan.

"The mastermind behind this is just trying to make potatoes and sweet potatoes the exclusive stuff of the nobility, and then use the nobility to prevent them from spreading among the commoners, right?"

"Yes." Dylan nodded affirmatively.

Eli frowned slightly, and although it sounded ridiculous compared to the way he had imagined the seeds to be used, he had to admit that it seemed to be effective in preventing the spread of potatoes and sweet potatoes among the common people.

The high aristocrats did not care about an illusory famine, they had amassed considerable wealth, and they were more concerned about whether they still maintained a privilege that distinguished them from others than the insignificant cost of famine. They will not allow the lives of those "inferior" to overlap with their own, even if it is just the same food.

For example, Eli's white bread can have beautiful patterns on it, and nobles can have it, but commoners cannot.

A real slice of the world is finally revealed before Eli's eyes.

Survivor bias, Eli thought, because he was born to be the best of the bunch, he never had a clear understanding of the cruel nature of the world that divided people into three, six, nine, and so on in every way.

"That's one of the reasons why I don't like appointing nobles as officials, because they always think they are born to get something better than commoners, and I don't bother to deal with them."

It was just father and son, and Dylan didn't shy away from confiding to Eli his dissatisfaction with the aristocracy, as if he wasn't the biggest nobleman in the land. Listening to Dylan's talk from the aristocrats to the taxes wasted by the nobility, Eli's face was complicated. Although he was vaguely aware that Dylan did not have any aristocratic shelf, he did not expect Dylan to be a critic of the aristocratic system.

Father, I didn't expect you to be Leo Tolstoy of the world of swords and sorcery.

"So he's using the nobility, and there's a real chance he'll succeed." Dylan Tolstoy concludes his arguments.

"But you're not going to let him succeed, are you?" Eli curled his eyes, "Because the nobles of Francis should know that their lords are different from other lords, and they really dare to attack an intertwined family." ”

"You know that, too? It seems that our little Eli is still a PHS. ”

Dylan didn't answer directly, his right eye blinked slightly, as if he had made some kind of agreement between the two of them.

After receiving an accurate answer from Dylan, the biggest backer, Eli's anger finally dissipated because someone pulled his back legs.

Standing alone in the tallest tower of the castle, he stood on tiptoe from the window at the officials hurrying into the carriage with their faces covered with a chilled white cloth. His ability to recognize people allowed him to see through the anomaly of the squad two months ago, and also allowed him to recognize at a glance the face of this official who had not reported the incident due to alcohol.

It's familiar, isn't this the aristocrat who talks like an aria?

Eli propped up his face and thought uncertainly: It seems that he is calling Bowen?

A loud dragon roar rang from afar, Eli's eyes lit up, and the figure of the white dragon gradually appeared in his sight.

Lately, Rhys has been making waves in every place where Francis is infested with monsters, and the dangerous monsters have been suppressed by dragons at the top of the food chain and have to retreat deeper. Thanks to it, it is said that there have been a lot fewer attacks by demonic beasts in the territory recently.

Ruiz saw Eli, and with a few cheerful and short calls, folded its wings and landed at the top of the tower. It struggled to hold itself firmly in this small spot for him, a head sticking out of the window.

Eli unceremoniously jumped up and hugged Ryze's massive head.

"I'm a little late this time." He grumbled, but his face honestly rubbed against Ruiz's cold, hard scales.

Ruiz obviously missed him too, and a whining sound came out of her throat.

"We're not flying over the castle today," Eli touched Reze's head, "Do you know where the farmland is?" ”

Of course, Ruiz, who is grabbing territory every day, doesn't know, Eli grabs the ice ridge that stands up at the back of his head, recalling the route he took last time to guide Ruize.

Thinking of the exclamation he heard as he rushed out of the castle wall with him, Eli muttered, "I'm going to be scolded by my mother when I go back today." ”

At this moment, Ruiz, who had been flying smoothly, suddenly pulled up and suddenly rushed downward. Eli exclaimed with a laugh at the roller coaster experience without a seat belt, and Ruiz smirked his tail and got back on track.

Ruiz is a slightly mischievous young dragon who is sensitive to other people's emotions.

Eli soon saw the Dragon's Back Valley, patted Ryze's neck to signal it to fly lower, and craned his neck to look for the last time the coal was found.

The charcoal-black rock formations were covered with a light layer of dust, and they were so exposed to the air that no one knew how useful these unsightly stones were.

Once the famine was over, Eli planned in his mind that he would have enough fuel to start some big moves.

For example, the smelter drawings and the small iron ore in the system space can be pulled out as soon as possible.

As he thought, the dragon flew over the ridge, and the endless plains appeared before Eli's eyes.

Newly broken out of the shell, Ryze's size was almost catching up with Dylan's dragon bird, but Ryze was a dragon with strong self-management ability after all, and it landed cautiously on the path, its tail raised high, and did not destroy any arable land.

When Eli was firmly on the ground, it stuck to Eli and spread its wings again and flew into the sky again.

"Little master?"

A familiar voice came from behind him, Eli turned around in surprise, a strong old man standing in the field with a hoe, and a little girl with black eyes holding an animal skin kettle and smiling shyly.

"Sister Kaye! Grandfather! ”

Eli trotted over and got the second fruit from Kaye.

The old man observed that Eli was not following behind him, and asked suspiciously, "Little Master, didn't you bring the guards today?" ”

"Bring it," Eli smiled and pointed to Ruiz hovering in the sky, "there." ”

A dragon is much more reliable than a whole team of guards.

"Grandpa," Eli said straight to the point, "how are the potatoes growing?" ”

"Potatoes?" The old man's face gradually appeared in a disgraceful dismay, "Didn't you let people come and poach them all?" ”

Eli's smile faded little by little.