After 'saving' the port of Saban from the pirates, Penny Sean has been in a state of high frequency of work for the rest of his life.

A small city plus some surrounding villages and towns, with a total population of more than 20,000 and more than 1,000 soldiers, there are indeed many more things to deal with than a small town.

In particular, the tight time made him dare not relax in the slightest, and after disposing of some of his predecessor's cronies, he greatly rewarded the army with a batch of property seized from the Antlonz treasury, so as to stabilize the morale of the army and establish his authority.

It turns out that the power of money can save a lot of effort, and when Penny used Hillen's old man as an officer in the army, few people objected.

For the militia regiment in Helen Town, the mage sent all the local militia in Helen back to the local area, leaving those soldiers sent by Sanophon as the backbone of the army.

"My lord, this is the local tax table for this year's autumn harvest, look at ......" The black-robed apprentice named Tangasa walked up to the mage with a financial statement.

A large number of ministers made Penny anxious, but it made him think of a way to reduce the burden, and he asked the ** master Nosnoah to borrow a few apprentices who could manage things to help.

There is no lack of mage's obscene thoughts in this plan: this deepens the connection between Nosnoah and him, if he wants to grab power and comes here, what kind of thoughts will he have when he sees Nosnoah's ** master sending an apprentice to be his assistant?

He was still a little apprehensive, afraid that Nosnoah would break this little abacus - how could there be a guy with insufficient IQ to be able to mix in this way? Magical nerds who focus on arcane might be found in other parts of Faeron, but Penny can safely say that a mage like Ser will never live that long.

Nosnoah's cheerfulness was somewhat unexpected, perhaps because he took his hands short, or maybe it was quite pleasing to Penny, in short, a group of his apprentices entered the leadership team of Sabanshire.

This Tangasa was the best of them, and Penny was surprised to find that the apprentice seemed to know everything, and was very skilled in handling any administrative matter, saving Penny a lot of effort.

This made the mage reconsider his mentor's suspicions, his perception as sharp as Penny's, and he didn't feel the slightest abnormality in this apprentice, but the apprentice's ability made him wonder again.

But surprise is suspicion, there is such a person to help him deal with things, he can't ask for it, so he can't care about anything weird.

He took the tax form from Tangasa's hand, looked at it a few times, and shook his head: "This year's tax is halved." ”

"Halving?" Tangassa frowned.

"Anyway, my predecessor's legacy is enough. Penny shrugged, he was dumbfounded by Antrent's small treasury, there were more than 60,000 gold coins under the residence alone, and he didn't know how many there would be in the mage's tower, but since it was given to Nosnoah, he couldn't ask for it.

These 60,000 gold coins are enough to cope for a long time.

As for the local grain tax, the mage didn't pay much attention to it, he read the tax tables of previous years, and found that the army that supported the local political axe only needed one-third of the total tax, and the rest was sold overseas by Lord Antlentz to make extra money, but he couldn't use it for the time being, so it was better to do personal favors and buy the hearts of the people.

Although such a method may not be of much use in such a country, Penny thinks that it is better to do it than not to do it, and he is not short of money anyway.

And you can't spend it even if you have money.

"Oh, my lord, you are so generous. ”

Then the mage received an insincere compliment.

Tangasa shook his head again: "However, the people are blind and short-sighted, and they can easily be bought with a small profit, but the greater benefit can make them easily forget the favor they received...... So...... Adults seldom buy hearts and minds in this way. ”

Such exhortation doesn't sound so pleasant. Penny frowned: "But let's do it, since the other adults disdain this practice, then it should be worthwhile for me to adopt this method." ”

"Well, in that case, then do what you want......" The apprentice pouted, and recorded it.

Penny looked at the notebook and suddenly remembered that some time ago, the person who did this work seemed to be someone else, the arrogant and almost cold woman surnamed Hongrobe.

For some reason, the mage felt a little nostalgic for the nervous days when he first arrived in the mountains.

However, in this country, I am afraid that no relationship can last for a long time, and there will always be a time when they parted ways because of interests.

It's like when she senses that danger is imminent, she doesn't hesitate to leave.

To outsiders, this may seem very impersonal and immoral, but the mage knew how moral the practice of the female red robe was for Searle—to leave after explaining everything, not to go away silently, and worse, to betray in the event of death.

In this extreme country, there are few times when all kinds of fig leafs are not lifted, and morality and feelings are relatively cheap things.

There may also be anomalies.

But only a few.

Penny shook his head, deciding to stop this useless reminiscence, simply finish the business, and return to the mansion of the political axe, ready to rest.

Since there were no members of the Red Robe Mage Guild among the descendants of Antlenz, it was naturally impossible to inherit these legacies.

This is also the rule of the Red Robe Mage Society.

So Penny settled in it with great pomp, and no one could raise any objections.

Of course, this is also the power of the winners.

He walked into the bedroom, and suddenly noticed a shadow in the window, and after a closer look, he lay down on the bed, and sighed: "Lady Ferrandrin, you must remember that unpleasant incident at Sanophon......"

He was halfway through this sentence when he felt a breath of anger shoot from the windowsill, making his heart beat slightly.

Only then did he feel that his tone seemed a little more unscrupulous.

However, the words have been spoken, but it is not easy to take them back, thinking that his relationship with the other party has been bad to a certain extent, and then thinking of the strange actions of this woman recently, Penny feels the need to make it clear.

At least figure out her intentions.

"So I'd advise you not to always be in the kind of places that are prone to misunderstanding. He opened the window and saw the woman in the black robe, with a long sword, standing on the eaves of the room, which was no more than half a palm's width under the windowsill.

This is obviously a difficult balancing act, and pedestrians passing by the roadside, if they don't look up closely, they may think of her as a religious-style statue carved on the edge of a windowsill.

In short, it looks weird.

"All I have to do is swing my weapon and your head will roll off here. She glanced at the mage, and an indifferent gaze appeared under the hood: "It fell to the ground and broke into several petals, like a rotten watermelon." ”

The mage shrugged his shoulders and didn't retract his head, "Then why don't you make a move? aren't you here to assassinate me from such a strange position?"

She snorted coldly and turned her head.

Seems to disdain to answer this question.

However, this attitude made the mage feel that the conversation could continue.

"Well, Ms. Ferrandlin, to tell you the truth, I'm confused. The mage scratched his head, looking a little silly: "I don't know why you're here, I don't think we're getting along well, so I'm very confused about this, and I hope you can give me an explanation, so that I can easily determine what kind of attitude I should take towards your existence, so, are you here to take revenge?"

"Idiot. The woman moved her lips and whispered.

Penny's face froze, and he was silent, feeling that this woman was a little unreasonable.

"Acting Consul Sean. Lannie Lou glanced at the mage a few times, and raised her delicate eyebrows: "If your idiocy is not excessively serious, the army I lead seems to be under your jurisdiction, and I, the officer of Helen Town. ”

The mage's expression suddenly became very strange, and he hesitated for a while: "This, Lady Ferrandlin, I don't think it's worth taking seriously, it's just a false position, as long as you are willing to ......"

He secretly thought, as this girl, if you want to be an official, isn't it the kung fu to say a word to Muirstantus?

What's more, her father is also a powerful figure in his hands.

"Oh, I'm sure you're really a bit of an idiot, Lord Sean, a sinister and hypocritical, cunning and vicious red-robed mage who doesn't think power is worth taking seriously. Lannilou's eyebrows were raised, and she sneered haughtily, "Did I hear me wrong?" ”

"Uh......" received the woman's evaluation of herself, and Penny felt speechless, but seeing her show such an arrogant and ridiculous look made her feel a lot more relaxed.

There is nothing to say about such an evaluation, in all fairness, in this paragraph, what he has done, maneuvering with power, open guns and hidden arrows, is more competent than any red-robed mage in Searle.

Therefore, he does not consider himself entitled to deny such an assessment.

Perhaps he had already begun to be influenced by this world before influencing it.

This also seems to be an inevitable process.

And since he entered the Red Robe Mage Academy, he may have been doomed to such a fate, and he may not have the right to choose, but he still feels glad that at least he did not die in that dark hell.

"Why did I come to this place if I was so easily gained power by bloodline?" Lannie sneered, "Alright, Lord Sean, now that I've said that's all I want to say, what are you going to do?"

“...... Very good. Penny tilted his head and stared at the woman with a strange gaze, "What position do you want to hold?"

The reason why he put on such a strange look was because he suddenly remembered that this scene was a little familiar.

For whatever reason, she had been 'involuntarily' in a relationship with herself, and now she had spoken to herself about her desire for power.

This section does look quite vulgar, so he frowned and looked at the woman.

Penny also knew about her desire for power, so he felt a little disdainful in his heart.

It would be good to give her what she wants, and to ease the relationship.

It's also a good solution.

And looking at her current attitude, she may not have a surname to do against herself.

Thinking like this, he decided that as long as she spoke, what kind of power she wanted, as long as he could give it, he would definitely not be stingy.

In addition to her strange temper, she is also an excellent soldier and officer.

But the result was not what he expected.

Syllable!

Penny's cheeks ached fiercely, and his face was tilted to the side by a great force, and his pale complexion suddenly flushed crimson from the rapid blow.

And the figure had jumped down and left the window.

He felt the anger of the blow, and he was stunned.

...... Treat me like a bitch, this filthy and hateful rat!

She walked through the streets of Saban Port in a rage, rubbing her right hand with her cloak, which seemed to feel dirty, but the ability of the dusty cloak to remove dirt was obviously questionable, but she did not mind, as if it were cleaner.

That kind of gaze, that kind of expression, that kind of tone...... She was furious when she remembered the way the mage spoke, what did he think of her?

How dare a dirty and despicable man treat himself with that attitude?

She couldn't keep herself from being angry.

This boiling anger was clearly perceived by passers-by, and they avoided this strange man who was constantly wiping his hands in a cloak.

After a while, the anger waned slightly, and she found a dark corner and took a deep breath.

"Calm down, Lanny, a filthy stinky man. She thought to herself: "If you want to gain power from him, you should behave like an ordinary officer......

That's what she had in mind at the beginning.

But will she be able to put that attitude into practice?

This is a question worth discussing.

Judging from the performance during this period of time, as long as you stay with this man, your mood will become very unstable.

"A man. She repeated it, and began to recall her previous attitude towards other men, and in the past, when she got along with other men, she did not clearly feel the psychological difference caused by her surname.

But once she got too close to this guy, she obviously felt psychological discomfort.

"It can't go on like this. She closed her eyes and convinced herself: "Forget about those things, from today onwards, treat him as an ordinary man." ”

This will probably make me feel a lot less awkward.

But when she looked back at the window, her mood began to be complicated again.

What was her real attitude towards him?

If you think about it, maybe Penny's expression wasn't very obvious when he said that to him, but every detail was magnified hundreds of times in her eyes, so she could clearly detect the contempt in it.

Why did you become so sensitive?

Thinking about it, Lannie Lou could only think that she hated this guy too much in her heart to become like this.

This seems to make sense.

Lannie exhaled.

Abomination.

That's enough.

It's just a boss I don't like.

"This filthy, vile, nasty rat!"

She thought hatefully.

......

(To be continued)