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This time it was Loria's turn to be dumbfounded.

"As the only legal heir, you are the new Earl of Fries from now on." Sasha pushed the large stack of documents in front of Loria, and said quickly but dryly: "I will send someone to contact the royal family , Inform them of the status of the title change, and there may be a symbolic ceremony or something later... Congratulations, congratulations, you don’t need to learn until the end of the matter, go home today and have a good rest, I will arrange someone to go Teach you some common sense and details."

Miss Loria continued to be dumbfounded. Although everyone doesn't value Fanchen's noble title, is it really good to just throw it to her casually like this?

After a long time, she finally realized that the Duke of Wellington's state funeral was obviously quite troublesome, and her wonderful mother just shed her shell just to be lazy!

The irresponsible face of an adult is really ugly!

"I have some things to attend to."

Sasha said something in a low voice, then bowed her head and slipped away.

Usually, she would drive Luria out of the office directly, but today she seemed to be a different person.

Luo Liya was at a loss, and really couldn't figure out what these people were thinking.

But now that the irritable little dwarf has slipped away...Miss Loria swaggered into the president's seat and began to imitate Sasha's usual appearance.

Ah woo, ah woo!

She waved her little paw viciously, so fierce!

Self-evaluation is at least [-]% similar.

After playing for a while, Loria, who became bored, scratched her pink... scratched her pink-haired head dyed pale gold, and began to flip through the pile of documents. The inheritance of the hereditary title did not seem to require her own consent, except for one In addition to a large number of powers of attorney entrusting the Naturalist Association to continue to manage the territory and various cumbersome matters, there is also a document explaining the next situation-from now on, she is the name of Britannia's overseas territory Fries The lords on the.

All in all, it is actually a matter of the Natural History Society, and both the Empire and her are just names.

'Congratulations on being one of the few classes in the world who can make appropriate concessions at the right time. Although you don't have any real power now, you can still share this long-standing honor. '

I don't know who wrote this sentence in a concise and neat font, and then gave some specific examples of "honor".

Chapter 183 Fufuku

From now on, her inscription on official occasions or documents should be written as Lolia Esteli, Earl of Fries, and people should add honorific titles when talking to her or writing letters. You don't need to be called Miss Countess anymore... Even in less formal occasions, you should still be called Countess Fries.

In addition, the biggest advantage is that the chair in the upper courtyard now completely belongs to her, so she can hold her head upright and confidently go for refreshments. If she really can't think about it and is extremely bored, she can also take the refreshments to the lower courtyard. Eat, be a happy little squirrel, and sprinkle cracker crumbs all over the heads of MPs in the back row.

And finally, the ability to have Frith's dragon head crest everywhere, even on bullets and rolls of paper if you like.

"It's not as good as Master Xiucai." A virtual image the size of a green mandarin orange appeared on the table, which was the latest image of a little girl. She muttered something that Luo Liya couldn't understand, "Look at this signature, it's everywhere."

Roccasianne Estelle.

Of course Loria knew who it was. She touched the signatures with similar handwriting, and sniffed her nose. There was only the smell of ink and the smell of salsa that filled the whole office... Of course she smelled it. Nothing came out, Fenmao is not a dog.

Speaking of dogs, Luria was worried again. Ulea asked her to hunt rabbits in the suburbs on weekends... Now she can even get a small gun from the Natural History Society, but she doesn't have her own hunting dog.

It would be crazy to have a dog just to shoot a rabbit.

"Cuckoo."

"here I am."

"Can you be a dog?"

"Okay...what a strong request...if that's the kind of dog you want...if...I mean if you can give me a little more magic power...I...I can..."

"Why are you blushing again?" Miss Loria was getting more and more confused about the current smart magic props.

……

Once upon a time, the Suleiman Empire, which spanned two continents, the north and the south, and almost regarded half of the inter-sea as an inland sea, had a vast territory. There were many ethnic groups in the territory, and they showed their sharpness. All the countries in the world were in awe of its power.

But it failed to ride the huge tide of the industrial age, and it has gone from bad to worse in the past century, and now it even has to look at the faces of those once 'small countries'.

The dispute that took place at the northern end of the empire and the last sphere of influence in the east of the northern continent is still intensifying. On a certain island above the Intersea, the Natural History Society is stationed in Heraklion, and some temporary members of the society are surrounding the bulletin board Intense discussions about where to go in the future.

Fufuku stood on the stool and kept turning his eyes to the person who was speaking, sometimes nodding in agreement, sometimes frowning and thinking... This is a 25-year-old girl who is not too young, and is also a well-known shorty in Heraklion. She is also famous for her loud voice, and in turn, because of her inconspicuous height, the residents of the city are often frightened by loud voices that appear 'out of thin air'.

The garrison of the Suleiman Empire used to call her 'Volunteer Cannon', and once very sincerely invited her to join the army as an honorable orderly.Not only does she have an advantage in volume, she is even less likely to be spotted by the enemy. In the case of flat terrain, she may be able to achieve the effect of barrier-free real-time transmission within a few miles...

Out of certain family traditions and her own beliefs, she resolutely rejected the invitation of Suleiman's army, and ordinary local residents prefer to call Fufuku "The Rolling Thunder", or mine for short.

On the contrary, no one cared about the big kite-shaped shield that she often carried behind her back, which could almost block her whole body. Squeak and squeak.

"Walachia needs a lot of manpower recently. The investigators of the Bosphorus branch have been drawn out long ago, and now they have to recruit a large number of assistants... Guess where the original ones went? Of course they are all dead!"

"Is Wallachia so dangerous now?"

"If it's not dangerous, will it be our turn to fill in the official assistants? We can even pick and choose from the investigators? Let me tell you, being cannon fodder is better than waiting to die here without doing anything. Who knows when I wake up, Will Suleiman just collapse like this?"

When the Suleiman Empire was strong, it was known for being open-minded, and conquered peoples like them didn't have many complaints, but now the empire is getting worse, more conservative and backward, and the life of the people on the island is getting more and more difficult.

People quarreled over this, some thought that enlisting at this time was purely risking death, but there were also quite a few people who clamored to risk their lives—Fufuku knew that this would only happen to those who hadn’t made up their minds.

She stood on the stool with her feet on her feet and went to look at the information of the investigators whose assistants were vacant. The remuneration of the Natural History Society was very good. It's no less than big landlords in rural areas like them.

'Huan Yi Kou Bo', a middle-level investigator, is good at imitating the calls of birds and using high-power magic rifles,

The reason for the departure of the former assistant: shot in the back.

The type of helper you want: someone with good luck.

'Living Heavy Tank', a mid-level investigator, good at driving heavy steam machinery,

The reason for the former assistant's resignation: traffic accident.

The type of assistant you want: Preferably running faster than I can back up.

'Tiger O Whale', junior investigator, good at disguising corpses and disturbing the atmosphere,

The reason for the former assistant's resignation: Zisha failed to assassinate his partner investigator.

The type of assistant I want: In fact, I don’t really want an assistant, and I don’t really want to live; since the work can never be done, it’s better to do nothing; I have nothing; my efforts are in vain; I’m not bad today, is my dream farther away? poor; poor; poor.

Fufuku blinked and looked at the information of more than a dozen investigators. She always felt that the words behind the reason for resignation seemed to be full of blood and tears.

No wonder no one has applied for their assistant position after so long... Maybe this kind of thing can't be called an application, it should be said to be sent to death.

Why, why isn't there a normal investigator?

Fufuku tried his best to jump up from the stool to look at the unheeded information in the far corner of the notice board, but unexpectedly saw quite ordinary...or quite unusual content.

'I'm not a child', a mid-level investigator, good at beauty, his favorite color is pink, his favorite sweet food is chocolate when it's not hot, and his favorite non-sweet food right now is stewed lamb chops with basil and mint, he believes in traditional Orthodox religion, The patron saint is the goddess of life, who lives in Longtinyen, 15 years old, Virgo, hardcore sweet party.

Reason for leaving the previous assistant: I went on a blind date.

The type of assistant you want: Amazing cooking skills (don't disturb the salty party).

Went on a blind date... Fufuku whispered several times, almost moved to tears.

What an unpretentious and unpretentious reason for resignation without the slightest bloody smell!

Chapter 184 The Soul of Varangian

Fufuku moved the small stool and squeezed under the notice board with difficulty. After several unintentional elbow strikes, she finally took off the single notice. was robbed.

"Mine, don't be stupid."

"What landmine, you are the landmine, be careful I will jump up and hit you!"

Fufuku raised his head and looked viciously at the woman who spoke. It was this bad woman, Little Bean Sprout, who lapped her in the children's race 20 years ago!

She trained hard for three years for that competition!

Little Bean Sprout sighed helplessly: "Why don't you think about it carefully, why do other people pretend they didn't see it?"

"Hahahaha, of course it's because I, Lord Fufuku, have keen eyesight and are deeply favored by the heavens."

She, Fufuku, is no ordinary person.

Master Fufuku has a lot of background!

The ancestors were very fierce!

Speaking out scared the bad woman to death.

"Even if you don't ask someone to ask about it, you should always read what's written on the title." Little Bean Sprout showed the notice to Fufuku, "Look, Londinion Headquarters."

"so far?"

Rao, Master Fufuku doesn't want to be so far away from home, she still has to take care of her grandpa, it's too bad, speaking of it, she's been hanging around here all the time, and she forgot to go back to make lunch.

"This notice has been posted here for several days. At the beginning, some people went to the secretary to ask about it. Gradually, everyone knew about it, so they stopped caring about it."

"why?"

Fufuku was puzzled, what does everyone know... She obviously didn't know.

Little Bean Sprout squinted her eyes and tried to let her near-sighted self see Fufuku's expression clearly. After confirming that she was really ignorant, she read the notice and explained: "You should know that you must be 20 years old to be qualified as an investigator. The test... so this 'kid' is only 15 years old, what does that mean?"

Fufuku asked with some uncertainty: "Young?"

Little Bean Sprout shook her head indifferently. If she was always angry with this idiot, she would not be alive now, so she patiently explained in detail: "Obviously, this is an investigator hired through a special channel. In our case, special Channels are synonymous with noble status... You just need to ask the secretary for a little bit to find out. I heard that this is the lady of Earl Fries's family, and she has a close relationship with the president and secretary general of Londinian. Landmine, she and We are not people from the same world, we have to find a place to work hard in exchange for a better life, instead of doing nothing with a famous young lady, in fact, it is impossible for others to take a fancy to us."

"What you said makes sense, although you are a bad woman."

Fufuku is not really stupid, maybe she is just too lazy to use her brain?After listening to Little Bean Sprout's explanation, she also felt that she had no hope at all... She was barely literate, and didn't understand the strange and delicate gadgets of the nobles. Her favorite dishes were olive stew and roasted grouse.

As an indomitable, future mighty warrior, she was clearly not a good fit for the young lady.

Her destination should be a battlefield full of gunpowder, not... not... Fufuku couldn't imagine what kind of life the noble lady of Longdinion lived, and it definitely didn't suit her anyway.

"Where is Ferris?"

Fufuku asked casually.

"Don't you know? It's part of what we usually call the Northland."

"Northland?"

Little Bean Sprout nodded affirmatively: "Yes, Beidi, the name means ice and snow."

Before she finished speaking, Fufuku, who was carrying a large shield, snatched the notice from her hand and ran away without a trace.

Of course, it may also be because her myopia has deepened again, so that she can't see the details on the ground?

I looked for a while on the ground with my head down, and kicked up the dust with my shoes from time to time, but I never found Fufuku's little bean sprouts and shrugged and left.

Before the rise of the Suleiman Empire, there was also a huge empire on this land. Many people from the North traveled across the ocean and came to the eastern end of the world to be employed by their emperor.

Fight bravely, and pay as much as they charge. The loyal Northlanders quickly gained the trust and respect of the emperor-generations of mercenaries from the Northland have established an unparalleled trust with each emperor, and they have become the pillars of the empire. The emperor's most dependent personal guard.

They call themselves the Varangian Guard and believe in loyalty and honor.

For hundreds of years, they guarded the empire until the last moment. Thanks to the loyalty and unyielding of these warriors, the Suleiman Empire let the survivors leave the final battlefield - a tower in the capital.

Most of the Varangian guards returned to their hometowns by boat, and some were lost, and their whereabouts are no longer known.

Fufuku's ancestor was one of them, but unfortunately his ship sank nearby, and he temporarily settled on this island.

The ancestors missed their hometown all the time, and also taught the descendants about the honor and skills of Varangi... The family grew more and more, so they decided to build their own boats and go to sea.

Fufuku doesn't quite understand why the big ship of returning home has not been built for hundreds of years, and she is the only one left in this generation... But she is different from her parents who forgot the honor of her ancestors. She was brought up by her grandfather since childhood. As an adult, her greatest wish is to fulfill the last wish of her ancestors - remember Varange's loyalty and honor, go back to her hometown, and become a great legendary warrior.

The red-haired Erik and the legendary Fufuku of Harald the Ruthless are a bit out of touch with the times.

"Grandpa! Yael!"

Fufuku whimpered and held up the crumpled notice, tripped over the threshold, but immediately jumped up, crying, "It's Yael, Yael is calling me!"

She had already imagined the epic story of the young Yael, whom she had never met, inviting the legendary warrior Fufuku to board her golden warship to rob Britannia's fat sheep together.

Fufuku's thunderous voice made the grandfather who was eating fried chicken tremble, and hurriedly hid the fried chicken behind him.

With thinning white hair and a hunched body, the grandfather's ears are already a little hard, but he never has to worry about not being able to hear Fufuku's words clearly. Every syllable is drilled into his ears like a cannonball. Afterwards, the grandfather resisted the dizziness, tremblingly took out a few silver coins and handed them to Fufuku, tremblingly touched his granddaughter's head and said, "Good boy, go and pursue your dream, don't worry about it." Worry about grandpa, grandpa is fine."

Fufuku rejected Grandpa's kindness. She was rich and earned money by selling roasted grouse at the pier. She laughed and shouted, saying that she would buy a boat ticket now.

After Fufuku ran away, Grandpa stopped trembling. He took out the fried chicken from behind, shook his head and sighed.

Throw the few silver coins in your hand into the small box with more gold and less silver and lock it.

Grandpa kept in mind the legacy of his ancestors' cubs - don't fix those useless things, save money, eat something good, and live a peaceful life.

Forget it, grandpa did a few squats and stretches, took out the tomahawk from under the bed and swung it a few times to warm up, thinking that it would be good if she went out and was bullied.

Children always grow up.

As for why Fufuku should be taught those illusory ancestor honors?

Because children with low self-esteem from childhood always have involuntary smiles on their faces when they hear the stories of legendary heroes.