Sky Dragon Rider

The rhythm in front of me is not right, looking at the other party's appearance, it seems that he has come thousands of miles to find relatives.

Obviously you should find someone by yourself, how can you let others find you?

None of the people arranged by Guangming Shenting have been seen until now, but they never expected that others would find their own relatives.

The so-called divine turning point? !

The old stonemason Okoro didn't know where he went, leaving Lin Mo alone, this time he was really at a loss.

"Yes, token! Master Boone Antlun, your token!"

Jenkin suddenly seemed to remember something, and quickly reminded his customer.

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, almost forgot!"

The aristocratic master who was still staring eagerly at Lin Mo hurriedly took out something from his arms, which was lined with a flawless pure white silk scarf.

A gray stone, no, no, it should be a clay block.

Lin Mo's eyes gradually widened, he looked at the pottery block in the opponent's hand, and then at the nobleman, as if to prove something, he also took out an unremarkable pottery block from his arms.

"Yes, yes, it's this thing!"

Broker Zhan Jin was overjoyed, his hard work paid off, and he found the person he was looking for after a lot of hard work.

This generous bounty is enough to keep him at ease for a long time. For this reason, he has been searching hard in the Anstruther Empire for more than a year. There are countless fake news, fake news, and only recently have he found some reliable clues. .

However, Viscount Buniantren ignored the mess of the mill site, rushed forward in two steps in three steps, grabbed the pottery block from Lin Mo's hand with one hand, threw away the silk scarf in his hand, and let others Falling into the muddy mud, he concentrated on bringing the two pieces of clay closer to each other.

Because I was so excited that my hands trembled endlessly, I matched them twice in a row before successfully matching them together.

The gaps of the two pieces of pottery are tightly seamed, as if they were originally one.

"My child!" The Viscount, who was crying, hugged Lin Mo.

"You, who are you? Let me go! This noble lord, you have misunderstood the person."

The two tiles that can be merged, the other party should undoubtedly be someone from Shenting, Lin Mo still screamed in a daze and numbness, but dared not move.

Even the Guangming Shenting inadvertently overlooked that the young man recommended by the royal family of the Slan Empire was also an orphan. Behind the fake show and the real thing, there was a faint sense of truth that was accidentally aroused.

Since it was a real performance, his reaction was flawless.

"No, no, I'm not mistaken, you are my son, my only son, there is no doubt about it, your eyes, your nose, are exactly the same as when I was young! Don't call me a nobleman, you are also a nobleman, Honorable Viscount bloodline, you can call me Lord Father!"

Viscount Buniantren held Lin Mo's shoulders tightly with both hands, and refused to let go, as if he really regarded Lin Mo as his own son, and his acting skills were also at the actor's level.

The scene where the father and son reunited made the old broker feel emotional, his eyes were inexplicably wet, he was moved, and he also thought that finding a son for his father was a great good deed.

Of course, good deeds should not be measured by money. He was looking forward to a big reward with a wave of the Lord Viscount's hand after he was happy!

"Well, what's going on here? I don't know anything? I still have to work, otherwise there will be no food."

Lin Mo played the role of a simple and honest little mason who is at a loss.

If the original script had been followed, he should have stayed in this small town with the old stonemason for a while, and then several members of the court came to meet with various identities, and at the same time pointed out the grandson of the "April" bishop. , Escort him directly to the city of light "Rangarondoli".

"Silly boy, you are developed, you are the child of a nobleman! You will be a nobleman in the future, eat well, drink well, wear well, live in a beautiful big house, and don't have to do these hard work anymore. With all the money, you can still sleep with beautiful women."

Everyone has already seen what's going on, but why is this little mason so naive?The artisans who finally couldn't see the past shouted loudly one after another.

Although the words were vulgar, they were full of envy and jealousy.

The little mason looked at the others blankly and helplessly, as if it was hard for him to accept such an astonishing fact for a while.

Is there any connection between the humble little mason and the noble future viscount?This is so bizarre.

"Is your name Fiddler?"

"Yes!"

"26 years old this year?"

"Eh? How do you know?"

"Grew up in Xinshi Village?"

"you you"

The little mason's eyes widened, and he couldn't help taking two steps back.

"This is it! You are my son! The only biological son!"

The noble lord changed another method acceptable to the other party to prove the blood relationship between the two parties.

"Yes, but"

"It's nothing but, now you are the noble heir to the viscount, come on, get out of here with me, well, let these ugly stones and dirty mud go to hell."

Kicking away the clay slurry, Viscount Buniantren couldn't help but hold Lin Mo's hand tightly and walk away.

This silly boy turned out to be the lost son of the Viscount, what a lucky guy!

Markton, the guard behind Lord Viscount, twitched his mouth, even if he was envious and jealous, he would secretly sigh a word of fate.

"Ouke, Grandpa Oake!"

Just after being pulled out of the mill site that had just taken shape, Lin Mo saw the old stonemason walking lazily with his trouser belt in his hands, and put the hammer that he never left his body back into the back of his waist.

Seemingly missing for a while, the old mason turned out to be magnifying his move.

"Who is this?"

Viscount Bunnington was very sensitive to the guy whose son called him "Grandpa".

Isn't his son's grandfather his own father?Which life-or-death old guy dares to be his viscount's old man and die?

"Ah! You guys, what are you doing here?" The old stonemason was astonished as expected, even a little bit strong, standing there from afar.

"Grandpa Oak took me in. He is a good man? Don't hurt him!"

When everyone was worried about the old stonemason, they heard the young stonemason shouting, that young man really had a conscience.

"Take them together!"

Viscount Bunnington didn't hesitate at all.

"Yes!"

Markton and Themis, who were following behind Lord Viscount, rushed forward, one left and one right, and put the dirty old man up.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Let me go, I still have to work, don't take me away! Help!"

No one cared about the old stonemason's yelling, even if the nearby security team rushed over, they would have to kneel and lick on the spot when they saw Lord Viscount.

Laws are used to oppress goodness, and those in power never care about moral laws.

The miller who got the news and rushed over just happened to see a middle-aged nobleman pulling a young stonemason on the construction site. The two attendants supported the old stonemason, thinking that the old and young had offended the big man, so he quickly braved up He leaned over and said with a smile on his face, "My lord, may I ask if the old man Fei Zhuoer and Ouk offended you? Please be magnanimous and let them go. I apologize to you."

Unexpectedly, this miller is also a responsible person, and he didn't mind causing trouble to himself, and took the initiative to speak well of this old novel.

Bunny Antren took a contemptuous look at this dirty pariah, and said disdainfully, "Are you the miller here?"

"Yes!"

The miller didn't hear the strangeness in Lord Viscount's tone.

"Go away!"

"Annoying guy, get down for me!"

"Ah!~"

Relying on Lord Viscount's momentum, the old broker Jenkin rushed forward and kicked him into the ditch.

Seeing Viscount Bruniantren, who was making a flattering voice, nodded in satisfaction, took out a few gold coins and threw them over.

"Go, go back to the hotel, you won't lose any reward."

There was a complete silence on the construction site, and this noble lord was not someone to be trifled with. Besides, even the miller was beaten. If someone else went up, would he still be able to get away with it?

The craftsmen watched helplessly as the old mason and the young mason were taken away by the noble lord, only the miller climbed up from the ditch in great embarrassment, waved his fist at the carriage going away, and cursed angrily: "The nobleman is amazing! I also know the vigilante in town, we'll see! There's no end to this!"

The carriage has gone far away, and I don't know if the people in the carriage heard it.

The best inn in Fenglan City.

"Thank you, Mr. Bunny Antren! No need to give it away!"

The old broker who received a generous bounty held a heavy bag of gold coins, bowed his head and retreated from the VIP courtyard. The real reason for his overjoy was the gold ticket with a denomination of [-] gold coins in his pocket. .

"Timis, you guard the gate of the courtyard, Markton, call Old Oak to come into the house together."

The butler of the Viscount Buniantren snapped his fingers, proudly ordering the entourage that the Viscount received two months ago.

In his eyes, these two guys from commoner backgrounds are obviously unqualified, and they still need to be trained to be able to use them. The only thing that satisfies him is being obedient.

Of course, as a servant, this is the most basic requirement. If you can't even do this, then there is only one end, pack up and get out!Nobles don't keep waste in their homes.

"Yes, Steward Sigg!"

Markton said respectfully, and when he turned around, he glanced inadvertently, just in time to see Timis open his mouth to him, as if silently saying, be careful, don't be distracted!

The brother was still worried that he would be careless, so he nodded vigorously to the other party and walked away quickly.

After the obedient old stonemason Oak was introduced into the room, Markton turned back and closed the door, standing straight in the corner with his back, acting as a guard.

"Fizull! My son is not you!"

Viscount Bunnington unexpectedly said an unbelievable sentence, and at the same time inadvertently raised his hand and pointed to the corner, "It's him!"-

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