Throne of Magical Arcana

Holy calendar 819, end of January (starting month), at noon.

The lead-colored sky showed blue light, as if the snowstorm that could cover the world finally stopped.

The half-dome unique style houses are covered with thick snow in front of them, and some are even half people tall, blocking the doors, so the residents of the Shahran Empire turned out from the windows, one side Drinking hard liquor while shoveling snow.

They are dominated by golden, pale yellow, and pure black hair, and most of them have large rounded waists. Young girls are generally very good-looking, but the aunts are very blessed. Many of them have snowballs that are two wide by their husbands and often require a few mature men to push. They can handle it with one hand.

On the second floor of a dark green hotel decorated elegantly on the street, two young people are looking through the window at the lively scene. The beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes rubbed her hands and laughed playfully: "I have never seen anything like this in the Urals Heavy snow, and the New Year is almost a month away. "

Ural is a province of the Shakhran Empire, located in the province of Kinov. It is located in the southwest of the empire and is separated from the northern fortress of the Principality of Vaurit by two provinces. It is famous for blacksmiths, ore and weapons, and provides logistical support for the Marinov defense line.

Looking at the soft and delicate face of the girl, and the unevenness wrapped in the fox fur coat, the sturdy young man with pale yellow hair shaved into a plate opened his mouth a little hesitantly, and finally dared to say courage. Come out: "Lena, don't ... you still walk very close to that Peter?"

Lena turned her head in confusion: "Igor, is there a problem? Mr. Peter is a knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and humorous, decent gentleman. It's a nice chat with him."

Speaking of pleasure, Lena's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a faint smile.

This smile made Igor very uncomfortable. He took a few steps impatiently, disregarding the demeanor, and his voice was a bit high and authentic: "Lena, he is a nobleman, and his wife will surely be a nobleman. "

Lena's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she was a little unhappy: "What does this have to do with me? I'm just a friend of Mr. Peter. Igor, can't you think about it. If Mr. Peter is here, he will definitely be with I talk about blizzards in other places, and fun games related to heavy snow. It won't make me sad. "

"Mr. Peter, Mr. Peter, Lena, can you not mention him ?! Such aristocrats are hypocritical! They always maintain elegance and solemnity in front of everyone, but secretly can do anything bad from him. The two flaunting long swords he carried. From his politeness to all the beautiful girls in the caravan, he can see that he is actually a frivolous and carefree guy. And he has not yet stimulated the blood. Sooner or later You will lose your nobility! "

Similar conversations have been conducted several times between the two young people, but watching Lena talk and laugh with that Peter still did not open the distance at all, Igor finally couldn't help the turbulent jealousy, and heart The sourness hidden in the face all came out.

Then Igor said dullly: "Concerning you will bring these things up and make you unhappy. Such a constant and considerate thought like him only shows that he didn't take you to heart and only wanted to lie You, lie to you ... "Although he was trying to inspire blood. I have been with mercenaries and adventurers all year round, and sometimes I speak rudely, but I still do not use swear words in the face of Lena.

Lena's face collapsed, and crystal clear tears swirled in her blue eyes: "Igor, Mr. Peter is not the kind you think, two beautiful single girls in the caravan once tried to seduce him. Both were He refused. And, in your eyes, do I admire vanity and easily lie? "

After that, she turned her nose and turned away. Back to the room, closing the door heavily, leaving only Igor to apologize angrily outside.

At the other end of the corridor, someone around the corner also looked through the glass window to see the fresh scene of snow removal.

"Mr. Peter, the etiquette of the Vladimir family is really outstanding, and you are the most decent aristocratic woman I have ever seen." The old man with a red nose in a gray coat smiled. He was Lena's father, Belf, A member of the caravan.

Lucien, who is currently Peter Joseph Vladimir, stretched out his white gloved right hand, pressed it on the bar below the window, and replied with a gentle smile: "In fact, there are many dedicated nobles. Love Isn't that the story? "

In keeping with the characteristics of the Vladimir family, Lucian's hair was dyed golden with sap extracted from a certain tree, and his eyes turned dark blue through a spare invisible film. The whole person looked a lot of sunlight.

"This is to please the nobles, and to lie to the little girls, let them be willing to be the nobles' lover." Belf said exaggeratedly, and then he laughed: "Mr. Peter, have lunch together? I There is also a bottle of black meze. "

Lucian retracted his right hand and shook his head: "Mr. Belf, thank you for your kindness. I hurt my body while traveling in the north and could not drink."

"Haha, Mr. Peter, this is where you have the least charm. Wine and battle are the romance of a man!" For more than a month, an old fox like Bellev had almost cleared Lucian's temper and was able to More relaxed joking.

The Shahran Empire is known as the kingdom of knights, because the proportion of the blood that they inspire to become knights is higher than that of the Duchy of Vaurit and the Kingdom of Holm, which is close to 50%. Only in this way can the clergy be much weaker than the Southern Church. The situation persisted for hundreds of years.

This also makes many adventurers more convinced that the difficult environment will help hone the will to fight and inspire blood power.

After returning to the restaurant with Belf, Lucien found a table in a quiet corner for dinner, while Leo, dressed as an old housekeeper, stood meticulously.

After a while, as Lucien bowed his head and drank the sweet and sour soup with a spoon, a middle-aged man in a black coat and sable fur shoulders came along with his followers. His pale yellow hair was brushed back with thick head oil, a thick cigar was held in his mouth, and his hands were wearing seven or eight gold rings with different gems in his fingers, which was dazzling as if he could blind others' eyes.

"Mr. Peter, is there anyone here? If not, would you mind if I sit here?" The big middle-aged man asked warmly and politely.

Lucian raised his head, glanced around the restaurant, and saw that there was no space, so he nodded: "No, Mr. Sergey, you can sit here." The road was closed by snow, and many tourists did not leave, causing the restaurant to be crowded.

Sergei joined the caravan in the previous city five or six days ago. The destination is Ural City, the capital of the Ural state. He has a bold personality, a generous shot, and is good at talking. In a few days, he became most of the caravan. Familiar with.

After ordering bullins, frozen sea caviar, small steaks and kebabs, Sergei laughed a little rustily: "Mr. Peter, after these few days of travel, I found that you are an elegant person A true nobleman is like the Count Kutuzov of the Vladimir family. I have met him a few times when I was doing business in Falk City in the northwestern province. "He seemed to be showing off the big names he knew.

Lucien cut a piece of fried chicken and smiled. "Uncle Kutuzov? Did he have a pain in his joints when he was in wet weather?"

This is a big name of the Vladimir family. Naturally, Valentin did not forget to mention it, and revealed a lot of him. For example, because of the failure to impact the rank of Sky Knight, leaving an incurable physical danger, whenever the weather is wet, It can be very uncomfortable, just like ordinary people have arthritis.

"Master, he is still the same." Sergei gave a haha, then changed the subject without leaving a trace, and began to mention other nobles he knew.

After the name of an aristocrat set off an image of a mysterious and wealthy man with an amazing background and a wide range of friends, Sergei sighed softly: "It's a shame that we have arrived in Ural, and we will soon say goodbye to Mr. Peter, your talented noble friend Here, I met Count Witt through the personal relationship of Baroness Carlyna, and first bought a newly explored gemstone mine. Although it is difficult to mine, it is amazingly valuable and makes many people jealous, so the future is very I have to stay in Ural for a long time. "

Count Witt's territory, which accounts for almost half of Ural, is the de facto controller of the state.

Lucian chewed the chicken slowly, and waited a few minutes before asking cooperatively: "Amazing value?"

"Yeah, according to several priests and prospectors, that mine is rich enough to buy gems from a country. If Earl Witt doesn't like trouble, he prefers to get wealth easily through mining tax and gem tax. I would have to No more! "Sergei ostentatiously took out the gemstone exploration certificate, the mining certificate, the real estate contract with the Earl seal, and the church's low-cost reservation contract from the black suitcase carried by the attendant.

Many divine magic, magic casting, and the making of extraordinary items require natural gems.

Lucian smiled politely: "That's really congratulations Mr. Sergei."

"Thank you, Mr. Peter. But how could this gemstone be easily obtained, just to court the gift of Earl Witt almost bankrupted me. At present, I have no money to recruit staff and purchase appliances to mine. Alas, I have been running around during this time. ~ www.readwn.com ~ Borrowed from friends, ready to double the repayment to them at the time. Unfortunately, they ca n’t adjust the amount of money for the time being, it is still a little bit worse, and I have sold some of my gemstone shares. Sergey sighed and frowned, "Why isn't the Empire like Sturck and Holm where there are banks that can loan?"

After speaking, he waited quietly for Lucien's answer, but after a long time, Lucien did not speak.

"Mr. Peter, don't you want to say something?" Sergei raised his glass and smiled.

Lucian wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Yes. I've run out of lunch. Enjoy it slowly, Mr. Sergei."

Then Lucien stood up calmly, put together two "gorgeous and extraordinary" long swords, and returned to the room with Leo.

Sergei's smile froze briefly on his face, then he shook his head and sipped with a smile.

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In the afternoon, as soon as the snow on the road was cleared, an invitation was sent to the hotel. The invitation was Lucian, and the invitation was Baroness Carlyna. (To be continued ...)