Demon Lord

"You're that Roddy? I'm Catherine of the Bolton family. There are a lot of rumors about Everta about you at this time. They all say that you have become the guest of the Duke of Sally—haha, this That makes those pariahs like to discuss, I don't believe in messy stories ... "

Roddie raised her eyebrows, not quite understanding the other party's path.

"Don't look at me that way, I'm just interested in what you have done before ... well, do you have time to talk to my manor?"

As she spoke, she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, her fingers seemingly inadvertently crossing her chest, her eyes full of ambiguous.

Roddy was frightened and swallowed the novel.

In fact, this was all a fuss: Most of the aristocrats of this era were very open. Young men and women who did n’t know at the banquet looked at each other and came straight to a “one-night stand” ... that was just as ordinary as drinking water to eat.

But after being surprised, Roddy only felt a little funny, and shook his head: "Miss Catherine, I am a baron in the fringe territory, and those things are just rumors, and ... I'm engaged."

"Hehehe, engagement, hey ..."

Catherine's smile suddenly turned cold, not to mention engagement, after the marriage, the nobles with children running all over the place tried to find women in various ways, and Roddy was really bad. She opened her mouth and continued to say something, but seeing Roddy's immaculate expression, he grunted and turned away.

As soon as the exquisite folding fan was closed, Catherine came to her girlfriends within a few steps. These noble ladies who were also heavily makeup and dressed in lace corsets and long skirts immediately gathered around—

"I didn't expect Catherine to be rejected one day ~"

"Isn't your **** invincible? Why doesn't it work for this hunk?"

"Go and go, excite me less, and be willing to gamble to lose, that jewellery will be given to you."

It turns out that Catherine got to Roddy entirely because of her gambling contract with her sisters. To put it bluntly, these deep lady blame women are too boring. It feels funny to see such an alternative existence of Roddy, so she "draws lots" and pushes him out to make fun.

"How's it? Talk about specific feelings!"

"There is a fart feeling, the whole nerd, my chest is almost falling out, and his eyes are not crooked, I really doubt he likes men ..." Catherine stood by her proud capital, and her small fan was elegant. "These rumors are estimated to be false. Such people are not like aristocrats at all. Look at his clothes, as if you are afraid that others will notice him."

"Oh, in fact, you are angry because you were rejected? It seems that our Catherine has never failed!"

"Less come, I don't use all my strength. These men ... all are like wild dogs. If you throw out a little meat, they will come and shake their tails and cut."

The Bolton Territory is one of the wealthier territories in the south of Everta. As the daughter of the lord, Catherine has a higher status in this group of women. After this, no one will make fun of her-after all, in the nobility In our eyes, the meaning of Roddy's existence is "jokes".

With a smile, you can throw it away.

Rodi naturally did not know the thoughts of the women. At this moment, he was looking at the two lords that just appeared in front of him, and greeted enthusiastically: "It has been a while since the Viscount Anru and the Count Bolacci. No, I am pleasantly surprised by your 'gift'. "

He grinned, as if the two nobles had really given him anything.

The original ironic An Ru's face was very exciting. He paused for a second with a slight open mouth, and then smiled strongly and answered, "Where and where, Baron Roddy joked. Come this time ... for Duke Sally Is it strong? Baron Roddy might not be able to help with the Cohen Mountains? "

This is a tit-for-tat answer. Everyone knows what the other party did, and some things need no explanation at all.

"The Cohen Mountains? You mean the mountain next to Da Vinci Forest? Is it related to this safari?"

Roddy looked at him with a puzzled look, and this question asked Anru and Borach to look at each other immediately, but they thought about it, but they didn't feel like they were pretending: According to the general nobleman's idea, "Furser Silver Mine" knew The fewer people, the better. If Sally wanted to swallow the Futher silver mine without telling Roddy, it was normal to think anything.

"Oh, I just said the wrong place, and my mind is not very good. I will start hunting tomorrow. I hope that Baron Roddy can gain something and enjoy ... the joy of hunting."

The two were too lazy to continue embarrassing, and left the plausible threat before leaving. Roddy looked at their back, a sneer twirled at the corner of his mouth.

"Just your exploration knowledge ... oh."

He shook his head and sat in the armchair aside.

At the same time, in the Cohen Mountains, more than forty kilometers away from the venue, a group of slaves were digging deep into the mine hole in the shouts of the supervisors.

Because the time requested by Viscount Anru and others is too urgent, the "pit support" that originally took half a year to complete can only be done by simply supporting it with wood-there are many temporary stacks outside each mine The wood is obviously waiting for the hole to be dug to support it.

The miners were working day and night, and the rare thirsty silver that had been dug out was screened out, and was recorded carefully by the housekeeper who belonged to Viscount Anru, and then carefully collected. Under the illumination of clusters of torches, the urging voices of the supervisors echoed to their ears, and this state is similar to all the other mines in the kingdom, and everyone is repeating monotonous labor.

However, in several mines, miners are constantly reporting strange things they have encountered:

"Master, the rock formations have suddenly hardened, and they are all black stones. It is difficult for us to dig ..."

"Little **** give me reasons! After so many days of digging, tell me today that I can't dig ?!"

"but--"

"Snapped!"

The whip waving interrupted the dissatisfaction of the miners, and inadvertently covered the flapping sound of the pin-tailed sand cone wings in the air, and the wooden fairy Nata riding on this big bird tried to widen his eyes. With the "night vision" talent, try to remember the location of the pit marked by the torches everywhere in the field of vision.

Soon, the dark shadow quietly returned towards the brightly lit Pakaro City.

"auctions?"

At the banquet still in progress, Sally frowned and looked at Viscount Anru in front of her. After the lengthy greeting ceremony, the highlight of "Furser Silver Ownership" will soon be performed, but let her Unexpectedly ... these nobles even chose the form of "auction".

"Baron Panini thinks that it is difficult for him to fully develop the resources of this mine, so he is willing to put it up for auction. Of course, the final auction amount will still be paid to you by the taxation of the territory."

It sounds fair. But if you think about it, Sally's face is gloomy ...

The information on her side is incomplete and opaque, and the funds are not affluent compared to this group of nobles. The two fatal flaws alone are enough to put her in an extreme disadvantage.

Refuse?

Sally has not yet vetoed all the status at all. As long as you say "reject", the mine is absolutely completely out of touch with her, and the effort to reach the Vinci territory will be completely unattainable.

So now she could only agree to it stubbornly, and looked at Roddy for help—but the latter was talking to the wood elf at the edge of the banquet hall, and she didn't seem to notice Sally's plight.

"In an hour we will hold an auction directly here, everyone will be on the sidelines, the list of lords eligible to participate in the auction is here, I hope ... Duke Sally will have the expected harvest tonight."

Viscount Anru handed out a piece of parchment, and he smiled sincerely, but the joke in his eyes could not be hidden, which made Sally annoyed.

The banquet has been warmed up at this time. The band's music has changed from a soothing concerto to a dance music, which means that the whole banquet is about to enter the stage of "introduction dance". Generally speaking, "induction dance" is the status of the banquet. The tallest is on, so when the music sounds, most people set their sights on the lord of Everta ...

Sally was already in a bad mood, and frowned as she felt the sight around her. She wasn't interested in dancing at all, and at that moment she was ready to quit, and before she knew what she was saying, Viscount Senna appeared in front of her.

The heir of the most influential aristocracy in the south of the kingdom is personable. On the "image" alone, all the other young talents present can be said. Obviously, there is no reason why he is mingling in the aristocracy.

The appearance of Senna seemed to be expected, and the other nobles who were eager to prepare were immediately relieved of the idea of ​​inviting Sally to dance. Senna looked around, and took care of the extremely eye-catching ice-blue dress, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth with an undisguised pride.

"Senna Lexridge von Miorno, I wonder if I have the pleasure to invite you, the beautiful Lord Everta, to start this grand banquet together?"

The vocabulary and complicated words are a compulsory course for the nobility to compliment each other. Senna has no resistance to such a high-weight and beautiful girl as Sally. From the first sight, she had various ideas in her heart. . However, at this time, he looked exactly like a gentleman, instead of using a "kissing hand gesture" to show his favor, he instead bowed to the noble manners.

For ordinary aristocratic girls, such an elegant young man must be the first choice of dance partners, but Seine knows that ... he is not so easy to succeed.

Sally shook her head unexpectedly: "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I won't dance today."

The answer without even a word of humility was blunt, but Seine City was not shallow. The smile on his face did not change, and he immediately replied: "I'm afraid no one dares to say that he is qualified to perform the first dance. Speaking of daring words, with the beauty and wisdom of Duke Sally, I am afraid that it is the only competent lord present ~ www.readwn.com ~ The silent persecution slightly frowned Sally, a son of a lord in a foreign land Running to his own territory to show off his strength, this is basically a slap, but looking at the other side's appearance, I am afraid that the straightforward rejection is no help ...

This is the shortcoming of the young lord's prestige: If Sally had half the power of her father Angmar, how could she still allow such a character to jump in front of her?

The aristocrats at the scene looked at the two quite deliberately, and no one planned to come out to discourage them ... Apparently, everyone was waiting for Sally to be ugly.

But when the two were silent face to face, a sentence suddenly broke the deadlock.

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Thank you monthly pass: Wing Ye Xing Chen, Ethan_, Mo Tuan, Leader 1. Fireflies time. There are still a few people who can't see it because of brushing in the past, I'm really sorry ...

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