I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 101 I hope that in the future, you can still maintain your original intention...

"came back?"

Seeing Alicia and Xia entering the door, Isabel jumped off the sofa.

Xia Ya's complexion did not change much, but his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, and he looked very relaxed, but Alicia was different, radiant and rosy, and seemed to be much prettier.

"Then the effect of the hot spring is so good?" Isabel said curiously, "You seem to be much prettier."

Alicia pursed her lips, but said nothing.

And Xia Ya said, "The previous owner of the hot spring lived a long life, over 80 years old."

"That long?" Isabel said in amazement. If it had been a few years earlier, the old man who had lived so long would have been recognized as a witch.

She nodded, "If I have time, I'll go bubble too."

Xia smiled, "Go to bed, it's getting late."

Saying that, Shaar walked towards the stairs on one side.

"Hey, Alicia!" Isabel called Alicia from behind.

Alicia came back to her senses, and looked at Isabel with some doubts.

"Are you going to sleep with him?" she teased.

Only then did Alicia come back to her senses, and realized that she had followed Xia up the stairs.

The blushing face was even redder, she ran back to her room with her head down and closed the door
a few days later.
"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, and Arthur trotted down the stairs, looking at Calcifer.

"Sacily's Gate." Calcifer said with a crackling voice, "It's not a bad person."

Alicia took Isabel out of the gate of the imperial capital for shopping early in the morning, and Shaar was not there, so he was the only one in the castle.

Arthur walked to the door, opened the door carefully, revealed a crack, and poked his head out.

There were a few men in decent suits standing at the door, and behind them were horses pulling a cart with several large fans of beef placed on it.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Shaar there?" The leading man asked with a smile.

"He's not here, what's the matter?" Arthur asked.

"These two cows were sent by Mr. Hart." The man pointed to the cart behind him.

Arthur nodded, "Just put it at the door, he should be back soon."

"Thank you."

The man took off his hat, nodded to Arthur, and then waved to the people behind him.

Several men turned and left immediately.

"Oh, your carriage!" cried Arthur.

"This is also for Mr. Xia." The man said without looking back.

Watching the group of people disappear from sight, Arthur tilted his head in doubt, but he still walked forward slowly to look at the horse they left behind.

The horse is very beautiful, with a large chest, smooth limbs, obvious muscles, and shiny hair. It almost belongs to the level that people who don't know horses can tell that it is a good horse at a glance.

Arthur stretched out his hand and touched the horse. It was very quiet and not afraid of strangers at all.

"I'll take you to a big pasture later." Arthur said to it, "You can run as much as you like there, and you'll have two friends."

As he said that, he looked at the beef on one side, his eyes lit up, and he recognized it almost at a glance as the beef from Saxili. The snowflake pattern was very beautiful.

He stepped forward, grabbed a cow's hoof, and directly picked him up and carried him on his shoulder.

If those men in suits saw this scene, they would probably be shocked and dumbfounded.

The cow is divided into two from the loin, and the cow looks like a fan after the division, so the divided half is also called a cow fan, and the half fan is divided into half on this basis.

A cow weighs about one ton, and a fan is five hundred kilograms, or half a ton.

But Arthur, a ten-year-old kid, lifted the weight lightly, carrying the beef in as easily as if he didn't feel it at all.

He carried the beef under the stairs, opened the ice cellar under the stairs, and threw the beef into it.

"Boss, we have delivered the things."

In the former mayor's mansion, the man who came back from Xia's house was reporting to Hart.

Hart nodded, "I see, let's go and do your work."

"Yes."

This is the office of the mayor's mansion. It is oval in shape. The floor is covered with short-haired carpets, and there are also small sofas and expensive desks. Even the curtains look expensive.

But at this moment, this place has become Hart's office.

Hart turned his head and saw that there was an extra person in the office at some point, and Shaar was sitting on the sofa.

He looked around and said, "The new environment is not bad."

"It's just a temporary office." Hart laughed.

He didn't seem to be surprised by Xia's arrival, but sat opposite to Xia, picked up the teapot on the coffee table, and poured a cup of tea for Xia.

"These things are all greedy from Bangira. The whole mayor's mansion is more luxurious than the palace."

This is of course an exaggeration, after all, Hart has never been to the palace.

"I sent you two cows," said Hart. "It looks like you missed them."

Xia Ya picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.

"I didn't come from that house. I went out to do some business, and I happened to see you halfway."

He raised his head, looked at Hart, and said curiously.

"What are you going to do next, become the mayor?"

But Hart shook his head, "I'm not a politician, and next, the town will choose a capable and respected old man to be the interim mayor.

Mafia will still exist, at least until the end of the war, we all need this power to protect this town.

We plan to design Mafia's organizational structure in detail and formulate some rules. This is a violent organization. If there are no corresponding rules, it will easily get out of control. "

"But maintaining such an organization requires a lot of money." Xia Ya said.

Hart nodded.

"People in the town are very supportive of us, and every self-employed person who opens a store will pay a protection fee every month to run the organization, and we will ensure the safety of their storefronts from being bullied by hooligans, and at the same time protect the town.

The town has been trading abroad for so many years, and the population is much larger than in the self-sufficient period in the past. If the port is closed, many people in the town will starve to death.

So we plan to start maritime trade, but Mafia will carry out the transportation, and we will draw a certain percentage of profits as the organization's operating expenses.

In order to ensure the safety of navigation, we need to expand the strength of the organization outwards, and it is best to have a certain voice in several important ports.

These are our future plans for now. "

"I just heard that person call you BOSS." Xia Ya said.

Hart nodded, "For the time being, this is the title of the leader of the organization. The leader is voted by the members of the organization, and they chose me."

"After all, you initiated and created this organization, and you commanded them to win this war." Shaar laughed.

Hart was silent for a while, and said solemnly to Xia Ya.

"Thank you."

Xia raised his eyebrows, and said amusedly, "Thank you for what I did? I didn't participate."

"I know what kind of person I used to be." Hart said seriously.

"Except for sausages, practically nothing.

You won't have the courage to resist anything, and you won't even think about how to face an army.

But since you gave me that blessing, I feel that my whole person has changed, my head has become clearer, my intuition is sharper, and I think things faster.

You changed my destiny. "

"I didn't do anything." Xia slowly got up from the sofa and said, "Your own destiny will ultimately depend on you.

This organization was established by you to protect this town.

I hope that in the future, you can still maintain your original intention.”

After speaking, under Hart's slightly dilated eyes, he turned into countless light spots and disappeared in place.

Although Hart knew early on that Shaar was not simple, it was the first time he had intuitively seen Shaar's magic.

He recalled what Shaar had just left, and fell into deep thought.
For some reason, he always felt that there seemed to be some hints in Shaar's words.

(End of this chapter)