Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 303 Chapter [-]

"My name is Calvino Spiritual, I am 43 years old.

She lives in the Frost Maple Forest in the northeast of Frost Maple Ridge, unmarried.

I serve for the "Northern Blizzard Mage Group", and I have to work overtime every day until 8 o'clock in the evening to go home.

I don't smoke cigars, and dwarven spirits are only lightly tasted.

Go to bed at 11 o'clock in the evening, and sleep for 8 hours a day.

Before going to bed, I must listen to the Enzie troll for half an hour, then do 40 minutes of meditation, go to bed, and fall asleep immediately.

Once you wake up to dawn, never leave fatigue and stress until the next day.

The elves say I'm normal. "

——Calvino, master of spiritual songs, wrote here, biting his quill pen in confusion.

"How should I write better?" He turned his head and asked.

"Don't write it when it's empty. It's time to rest." Eldridge muttered while gnawing on a chicken leg.

Calvino Spiritual Master glared at Eldridge angrily:
Since just now, this dog has been barking loudly while eating chicken, which has seriously affected the master's writing ideas.

On the other hand, Alan Hotlin, deputy chief of staff of Shuangfengling, leaned over and asked:
"Master of spiritual songs, what are you writing?"

"It can be regarded as a diary..." Calvino Spiritual Master sighed softly, "I am going to record what I have seen and heard since I came to Shuangfeng Ridge and the education I received, and when I return to Eternal Sun City, I will give it to Stardust. Fellow elves of the Protectorate, take a look..."

With that said, the spiritual master erected the notebook in his hand, and pointed the cover at Allen.

Alan Hotelling saw the cursive script on the cover, spelled bilingually in Elvish and Imperial Common Language:
"Southbound Travel Notes".

"Don't write about the private life of the lord, you can do whatever else you want." Allen sincerely advised.

Calvino Soul Master nodded in distress, and continued to bite the quill.

Eldridge, on the other hand, gnawed the chicken leg, sucked his finger, and then pushed his head in front of the spiritual master impolitely, staring at the master's "Southward Journey".

Then, the commander of the Eastern Territory gave his own suggestion:

"Your description, ah, is not detailed enough... To be honest, ah, the frame rate is a bit low..."

"You lazy dog ​​who understands literature! Go and watch your game!" The elf magister drew back his notebook angrily, and protected his masterpiece in his arms.

Eldridge rolled his eyes, then withdrew his body, and looked at the field boredly, just in time to see Master Laurie handing over a large pile of chips with a mournful expression on his face.

——It was the twelfth day of December in the nine hundred and ninety-fourth year of the Imperial Calendar.

There is a saying that sharpening knives does not cut firewood by mistake. Frost Maple Ridge did not wait for the orcs to invade. After all, they could not just spend time in the wasteland in a state of emergency combat readiness.

Therefore, in order to find something to do for the bored citizens of Shuangfengling in the cold winter and enrich the cultural life on the Phoenix Terrace, the lord specially asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to hold the "First Chess and Cards Competition of Shuangfengling":
The competitions include not only traditional mainland games such as Marne Card, Imperial Chess, and Demon Chess, but also new types of chess and cards introduced by the lords such as Mahjong and "Eagle Fort Poker";

Anyone can join the event by paying the entry fee of five gold coins!

And the winners of each project can not only receive honors, but also take home a grand prize of up to 250 gold coins!
——Because of the generous prize money, this chess and card competition is commonly known as the "Charity Gambling King Competition" among the residents of Shuangfengling.

Now, Eldridge, the master of spiritual songs and Alan Hotelling are sitting in the auditorium of Igor People's Square in Fenghuangtai, watching the semi-finals of the mahjong event.

Despite the severe cold and snow still remaining on the grass around the square, the bonfire lit with vine fuel still spread warmth and light to every corner of the square;
Coupled with the fact that the waitress girl who returned from the rest area of ​​Route 66 offered fine wine and snacks, for the Igor family leaders who are used to wandering, it is simply a situation to be able to sit in the audience and watch the players play cards. It's no different from heaven.

Eldridge was too lazy to care about the spiritual song master who kept writing, straightened his red scarf, stretched his neck and looked into the field:

After blasting all seven pairs of Master Kobe at the same table, Master Victor Laurie has completely lost his pants, and even asked "Can you give me my pants and exchange some chips" , were all severely rejected by the referee.

This also means that the genius mahjong old man Victor Laurie is officially out, and the winner of this round, Master Kobe, has successfully advanced to the mahjong finals!
Master Kobe stood up from the poker table and waved happily to the craftsmen in the artisan group—the members of the craftsman group are all fans of Master Kobe, and the viewing area where they gathered had changed after Master Lowry was out. Became a sea of ​​joy.

Eldridge and Alan Hotelling, who usually have a good personal relationship with Master Kobe, also stood up and blew a celebratory whistle towards Master Kobe who advanced to the finals.

The master of spiritual songs, who was immersed in writing, was disturbed again, and glared at these two low-quality human males.

However, Master Kobe's bow of thanks caused a commotion at the other end of Igor People's Square.

Eldridge tilted his ears, and with his hearing that was more sensitive than a dog, he vaguely heard that the audience seemed to be shouting angry words such as "fake match", "eat", "arrangement" and "cheating".

"What's the situation?" Eldridge blinked and looked at Alan Hotelling puzzled.

Allen just glanced up, then shrugged and said:
"It should be Master Laurie's fan group...Seeing that Master Laurie lost, the gang probably couldn't accept it, so they started arguing..."

"Shocked! How come Master Laurie, ah, has a fan base?" Eldridge opened his mouth wide, feeling that his world view was collapsing.

"Everyone has their own preferences. Although Master Laurie is really a bad guy, you have to allow someone to worship him..."

—— Allen shrugged and stood up from his seat. Seeing that the chaos in the auditorium opposite was getting worse, he frowned, beckoned to a pioneer soldier nearby, and whispered a few words.

The deputy chief of staff of the staff department spoke, and the results were immediate.

Soon, a group of Pioneer soldiers brandished sticks and drove Master Laurie's fans out of the venue, and the Igor People's Square quickly restored order.

Therefore, the firecrackers celebrating Master Kobe's promotion to the finals were set off on the sidelines, and the craftsmen in the craftsman group joined hands and sang the classic cheer song "We Craftsmen Have Power" loudly.

Eldridge is also lazy and comfortable in this noisy embrace, all the doubts from day to evening are swept away by the joyful atmosphere, I only feel that the saints in the world have enjoyed the game and the prize money, and they are all drunk Staggering in the air, ready to give infinite happiness to the people of Shuangfengling.

Then, the lord finally arrived.

The final of the mahjong competition is a big event after all. Even the Duke of Shuangfengling, who manages Wanji, took time out of his busy schedule to watch the match in person.

——However, before boarding the rostrum, the lord deliberately walked around the Igor People's Square and shook hands with the enthusiastic citizens in the audience one by one.

Calvino Spiritual Master, who witnessed this scene, said with emotion:

"Hey! I used to misunderstand Lord Lord like that, and now I am really ashamed—on Haven Continent, where is there such a good Lord who is willing to get down on the ground, get close to the crowd, and have fun with the people? No, I must let Yong Ri The fellow elves in the city know that there is still such a free state within the territory of the empire!"

——After speaking, the master of spiritual songs was full of enthusiasm for creation again, and devoted himself to the writing of "Southern Journey".

Eldridge and Alan Hotelling rolled their eyes wildly, and then bet ten gold coins on "Who will win the Mahjong Final Championship".

As for the senior officials of Xiahou who went around the venue for a week and returned to the rostrum, they once again entered a state of boredom.

Ever since he returned to the territory from the imperial capital, he has been worrying about the attack of the orcs, and his nerves are like a taut bowstring;
And like Wangfushi, he has been looking forward to the orc raid for two months, but he has not received any news. His spirit has gradually relaxed, and he has entered a state of emptiness comparable to the time of a sage.

——If it was normal, the extremely poor and boring officials of Xiahou would have already thought about digging up graves and suppressing bandits to do things and find ways to make some quick money for the territory;

However, the sword of Damocles, which was invaded by orcs, was hanging above the head, and the Shuangfeng Ridge at this time could not withstand any large-scale actions.

To be honest, Xia Houyan's reason for holding this "Shuangfengling First Chess and Cards Competition" is also very simple:
For pleasure.

However, when things came to an end, the chess and card game brought the lord only a limited amount of fun: the chess players had a fierce face, and the audience didn't have a good voice.

The lord was reading Dongbingku Shuangwen on the rostrum with his legs crossed, when he suddenly noticed that a pioneer sentry trotted onto the rostrum.

"My lord!" The young sentinel paid a military salute, breathless, "Yes, someone has come to our Phoenix Terrace!"

"Who is it?" Xia Houyan looked at the sentinel curiously.

"That's...that group of people..." The sentinel swallowed, and pointed to a group of people opposite Igor People's Square.

Xia Houyan narrowed his eyes and followed the sentinel's instructions.

Then he slapped Dongbingku Shuangwen on the table.

Although the distance was too far to see the faces of this group of people clearly, Xia Houyan clearly saw several eye-catching white fox scarves and clear silk cloaks!

In Frost Maple Ridge, where the proletariat is the master at best, and common prosperity has not yet been realized at worst, there is only one possibility for such a bourgeois attire...

Xia Houyan quickly stood up, jumped off the rostrum in three steps and two steps, and walked quickly towards the opposite side of the square under the guidance of the sentry.

——When approaching this group of uninvited guests, Xia Houyan happened to hear a fat man with a fat head and a golden cross necklace smacking his lips and commenting:

"...This scene is really inferior, chaotic and ugly, it is simply a carnival of the untouchables..."

Upon hearing this, the sentinel immediately looked nervously at the Lord Lord's expression.

However, Xia Houyan went forward without changing his face, and said with a smile:

"Hi everyone, I am the 'poor, chaotic and ugly' pariah lord Elliot Igor, everyone has worked so hard to come to Frost Maple Ridge, the Igor family is really disappointed..."

This group of big dogs dressed in gold and silver felt like they were hit hard.

The fat man who just commented on the "Shuangfengling Chess and Cards Competition" was even more dumbfounded, his face flushed and he couldn't speak.

Among the crowd, there was only a short man who looked weak and had a monocle on the bridge of his nose. With a smile, he took two steps forward and gave a chest salute to the senior official Xiahou:
"Dear Lord Igor, we are..."

"I know." Xia Houyan smiled and looked over the visitors, his eyes lingering on the fat man for a long time, "Today, the land of Shuangfengling is shining with golden light because of the honor, I think, everyone must be from The lords of the southern border of the empire, right?"

The weak and short man blinked, then bowed deeply:
"Governor of the Southern Empire, Earl of Troutburg, Anthony Dimitri salutes you, may the Holy Spirit guide your path!"

Xia Houyan responded with a salute:
"May your artisans and farmers be prosperous forever."

After the two parties greeted each other, the slightly awkward atmosphere seemed to ease a little.

However, Xia Houyan was still a little surprised:
He never expected that Count Dimitri, the majestic governor of the southern border of the empire, would actually bring a group of nobles from the southern border to visit Shuangfengling during these nine days of midwinter!

What the hell are these guys trying to do?Xia Houyan looked suspiciously at these big dogs in the southern border.

Count Dimitri smiled kindly and said:
"My Lord Elliott, Duke Igor—may I call you Elliott? You are such a difficult person to contact. I sent you dozens of letters in a row, but the results were like nothing. Not a single reply wow!"

"Really?!" Xia Houyan's eyes widened innocently, and he shouted without changing his expression, "But I haven't received any letter from you at all! My God, my respected Governor, your Dongxiong The pigeons must have been infected with bird flu..."

Even ignoring the fact that he didn't know what "bird flu" meant, Count Dimitri's expression was embarrassing enough.

However, the governor of the southern border of the empire quickly sorted out his expression, supported Xia Houyan's arm and said with a smile:

"It's okay! It's okay! Elliott, no, I can't find you by writing letters, so I will bring His Majesty's courtiers in the southern border to visit your Frost Maple Ridge! Come on, this is Marquis Moby Dick of the Giant Whale City, this is..."

Under the introduction of Earl Dimitri, Xia Houyan smirked and shook hands with these southern nobles one by one, highlighting a routine and perfunctory.

When it was the fat man's turn to taunt Shuangfengling just now, Xia Houyan deliberately ignored her.

Seeing that the nobles in the southern region had all greeted the Duke of Shuangfengling, Earl Dimitri rubbed his hands and said with a smile:
"Eliott, I know why His Majesty the Emperor values ​​you so much. Before we came here, none of us would have imagined that the previously frightening land of broken souls, where there was no grass, would turn into what it is today—"

"——This is 'inferior, messy and ugly'." Xia Houyan smiled and said, "Yes, I know, thank you!"

Count Dimitri didn't know what to say.

Xia Houyan stroked his aquamarine cufflinks, smiled at the governor of the southern border and said:
"My lord, you and all your lords have come to our Frost Maple Ridge from thousands of miles away, maybe not only to see our "Frost Maple Ridge Chess Competition", there must be something going on! If you have anything to say, let's go to the room and talk—I, Elliott If Igor can do it, I will definitely do it for you!"

It took Count Dimitri a lot of effort to hold back the sentence "What if it can't be done";
In the end, he had no choice but to nod to the lord.

(End of this chapter)