Beautiful Another World Red Tide

"I want to visit Mr. Sun Boyang in a few days. His Royal Highness Alexander asked me to go. Sun Boyang is an important person we should fight for. Next time you see him, you should be more polite." Sandora reminded.

"What does His Highness Alexander think when you visit Sun Boyang at such a time?" Isiris complained.

"Don't talk about this, what do you think about Nikita's death?" Sandora asked, flicking her long blond hair and putting it back into a ponytail.

"Death is death. This guy has been vacillating. Who knows who killed him. That is, His Royal Highness Alexander paid more attention to it. He asked us to find out the reason and report to him. Otherwise, this matter would have been hastily covered: "It is a robbery robbery "It's over, the search of the whole city is not because of the request of the two His Majesties." Isiris said lazily.

"Don't be like this. Minister Nikita and His Highness Alexander have a very good personal relationship. Think about it again, what is the reason?" Sandora said with a steel wristband hitting Isiris' shoulder with some dissatisfaction.

"Oh, it's melted!" Isiris was overjoyed to see the ice that had finally melted after his continuous baking. He dug out a small bag of bait from nowhere, sprinkled it into the water profusely, and then condensed a short bait with his right hand. The not-short fire cross javelin watched the ice crack intently.

"Are you free? Advanced to high-level high-level fighting spirit is awesome, isn't it?" Sandora gritted her teeth with hatred, there was no way, she had been stuck in the high-level middle level for a long time, and there was no sign of breaking through at all. , the somewhat angry Knight Sandora draws a streamer with one hand, then flicks into the water and turns into a white catfish, chasing the fish trying to get close to the ice crevasse, driving them away from the ice crevasse.

"Oh, what a pity you are doing this, what a pity!" Isiris threw the Fire Cross spear in his hand dissatisfied. After being inserted into the ice, the Fire Cross spear quickly "collapsed". The ice layer is roasted directly.

"It's business, tell me what you think." Sandora said in a deep voice.

"Who knows, maybe it's the internal strife among those businessmen, or maybe it's Nikita's old enemy. What can I deduce from this nonsense. All I know now is that Minister Nikita was killed by a very skilled swordsman. The warlock killed it, and it probably happened in the early morning or at night, during this time there are usually no witnesses, and I don’t know anything else.” Isiris scratched the back of his head and said.

"Could it be General Oleg? His swordsmanship is very powerful and his skills are superb. In a single-round swordsmanship competition without grudges, it is estimated that Teacher Don Quixote will have a hard time distinguishing the winner from him." Sandora thought Asked for a moment.

"Impossible, no one can be him, if it is really him, I would rather jump into the river to feed the fish." Knight Commander Isiris said disdainfully.

"Why? They both have a good friendship?" Sandora asked suspiciously.

"No, their friendship is mediocre, even bad, but Nikita's son, Nikita Jr., is not ordinary. Nikita Jr. is Oleg's lieutenant general and Oleg's most important candidate. He has always The key to treating Nikita Jr. as a successor is that Nikita Jr. is also very capable. Whether it is command on the battlefield or military planning, he must be a good player, so Oleg puts Nikita Jr. very heavily. Anyway, because of little Nikita's face, even if Oleg and Nikita are really torn apart, they won't meet each other."

Knight Commander Isiris explained to Sandora.

"This relationship is a bit complicated." Sandora was dumbfounded.

"You don't know?" Isiris asked suddenly.

"what?"

"Gossip."

"?"

"Everyone in the aristocratic circle knows that it's crazy." Isiris laughed out loud.

"Little Nikita's fighting spirit is Yinxiao fighting spirit, but you have to know that Minister Nikita has no elemental talent, not even his ancestors. Mrs. Nikita has magical talent, but it is forest magic, but General Oleg can It's also Yinxiao's grudge." Isiris said meaningfully.

"This?" Sandora was dumbfounded.

"What's the point, Oleg thinks this child must be mine, because Oleg had an affair with Mrs. Nikita in the early years, but little Nikita doesn't think so, he doesn't feel that Oleg and Mrs. What are the similarities between him, little Nikita and his unlucky father, Minister Nikita, are very kind and filial, this child is very filial, look, how complicated the relationship is." Isiris laughed loudly.

"Obey." Sandora murmured.

"This is much more complicated than noble lace affairs."

"Quack, so that's the way these guys are..."

Isiris wanted to say something else, a big knight in heavy armor galloped to the side street on a white horse, the two quickly stood up, straightened their armor, walked to the stairs and returned to the avenue. The dismounted knight saluted.

"Master Walker, why are you here when you have time?" Isiris said respectfully while bending over.

"Forget the polite words, Knight Commander Isiris and Knight Commander Shandora listen!" Grand Knight Walker shouted to the two.

The two knight commanders looked at each other, knelt down on one knee in front of Knight Walker, bowed their heads humbly, waiting for His Majesty Ivan's will.

"Fate! Knight Commander Isiris, Knight Commander Shandora, promoted to the chief and deputy commander of the Chimera regiment, commanding the legion, assisting the Hunter Knights to hunt down the two injured flame dragons, be sure to kill them. "

"The minister accepts the order." The two great knights continued to speak respectfully.

"Ling! Lead the investigation to find the poisonous dragon, and prepare to hunt the poisonous dragon." The great knight Walker continued.

"The minister accepts the order..." The two great knights looked at each other helplessly, and accepted the order with a wry smile.

"Reorder! Knight Commander Sandora prepares time for women's practice and learns how to accompany and serve brave men. This important task can be performed first." The great knight Walker finally said with a smile.

"Knight Commander Sandora, what a blessing! His Majesty the King decided to make you a friend of the future brave. This is a great blessing." Grand Knight Walker cupped his hands and blessed Knight Commander Sandora.

"The brave...friend??" Knight Commander Sandora's brain buzzed twice. She is not an idiot inside and outside the words. Of course she understands. My friend, how can it be so simple? Why are there bees and butterflies around the heroes of all ages? , Yingying Yanyan, how could she not know! "

(ps: today's second update)

(ps2: I will post the group number in the next update. If you have any discussions, such as female boxing, try to find me in the group to discuss in the future. Books are precious, we must protect them ( ーεー))

40 Dive into the Dragon Gate / Rise as usual

"How about my son, has there been a letter? Has there been a letter from Daisia?"

The beautiful but tired woman lay on the bed and asked the adventurer Lal beside her. Lal moved his lips slightly, sighed helplessly, took off his broken leather armor and sat on the chair beside him.

"I haven't received a letter from Auntie yet, but I think it will be sent soon. Daisy must be doing well." Shanny said, gently holding the woman's hand.

"It's fate." The woman sighed.

They are elves, without official permission, and beautiful in appearance. Although their sensitivity and affinity for elements are far better than humans, they are hard to beat with four hands.

"The recent situation is not very optimistic." Lal complained to Shanny, and picked up Daisia's sister again, and took out a small hard candy from his arms, which made the little elf girl very happy. Brother and brother's shouting made Lal feel happier.

"I have to save money recently. I plan to challenge the magic wolf or something, and earn more to survive this harsh winter." Lal said to Shanni who took off her magic robe.

"Are you crazy? When we were four, we didn't dare to challenge that kind of mission. Now the two of us are going to die?" Shanny said angrily, throwing a cork over.

"Then what should I do? No, I'll go to be a guard, or go to the army. I can always earn a living, and my armament doesn't have to be worn down so badly every day." Lal caught the cork and said.

"Go to be a guard? No, the nearest noble leader is a long way away, can you go back home? It's even worse to be a soldier. The wave of monsters is so powerful, don't others know you and I don't know? You go to be a guard." Bing, you want to die!" Shanny became even angrier after hearing this, and she walked towards Lal's forehead and said while flicking her brain.

"There is no good way. If this continues, it is better to farm the land, or go to the big city to earn a living." Lal said helplessly.

"Wait for Daisy's letter, maybe it will be a good thing?"

Daisia's mother comforted the two on the bed. They smiled and stopped talking about it, and started to work on their own. Even at home, they couldn't be idle. They had to meditate, wipe their weapons, and maintain them. Hard work, the life of adventurers is actually not as romantic as people imagine, only a very small number of "faces" or "name heads" have a free life, in daily work, ordinary adventurers also have to A grain of salt and a grain of rice went around.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Lal got up and went to look out the window. Outside the door on the first floor of the wooden house, two knights and a noble lord had just dismounted and knocked on the door. Lal felt puzzled. It stands to reason that the Adventurers Association There should be nothing to do this month, why is there still someone coming to the door?

"Who's here?" Shanny also opened her eyes and walked over. When she saw the three people below, she also became a little nervous, and asked nervously while holding Lal's arm:

"Are you here to ask for taxes? Haven't we already paid?"

"I don't see it, don't be afraid, I'll go down and have a look." Lal hugged Shanny sideways, picked up the saber at the side, and walked towards the stairs, slowly going downstairs to open the door.

"Is it here? Are you sure you didn't ask the wrong question? Don't delay Count Karashov's affairs, or you will suffer!" the master in the middle asked the two knights arrogantly.

"No problem, Mr. Steward, we have asked clearly, and this is here." The knight on the left said respectfully.

"That's good……"

The door opened in response, and Lal looked at the tall three people in front of him in a daze. The master in the middle immediately changed his face, pressed Lal's shoulder with a flattering expression, and leaned closer to examine Lal's face carefully. .

"What are you doing?" Lal broke away nervously and took two steps back, with his hands resting on the sword and looking vigilantly at the comer.

The two knights also wanted to draw their swords, but the steward in the middle immediately waved his hands and shouted angrily, stopping the knights from moving.

"Nonsense, how can you be unreasonable to the young master!" the butler scolded angrily.

"Young master?" Lal was puzzled.

"Master, did you receive a letter more than ten days ago, asking if you have a box? A small box with a Chimera badge in it?" The housekeeper rubbed his hands flatteringly and anxiously. asked.

"There is such a thing...Father March came to me a few days ago. You came here for the box and badge? They were left for me by my parents. You can buy them if you want, but the price can't be low " Lal said slightly relieved.

"Oh, it's great!" The butler clapped his hands and said.

"Then let me ask again, your full name, what is your full name? Do you know?" The butler continued to ask nervously.

"Lal Karashov, my father said this is a very good surname that can bring me good luck, so I don't have the same surname as my parents." Lal said strangely.

"Oh!" said the butler, grabbing Lal's hand.

"You are our young master, the son of Count Karashov!"

"what!"

"what!"

Bieber was busy in the newly built house, moving all kinds of tools into it, storing the freshly delivered seeds, and settling the old cow he just bought. With less money, in the future, even his cold will not make this old cow sick.

"In the past few days, he has been really busy going around. On the one hand, he has to take care of his own land, and on the other hand, he has to manage the work of the farmers' collective, but he is very happy, and he feels that it is worthwhile no matter how tired he is.

"Brother Bieber! Take a break!"

A young man outside shouted to him, and he brought today's meal in a small bamboo basket. Bieber laughed, wiped the sweat from his face and walked out of the house. Sitting together, holding porridge with clear soup and little water, chatting happily with everyone, and telling everyone a few short stories from time to time, which made everyone laugh.

"Father! How can you just eat these! I brought some yellow noodles, you try it?" Bieber took out two yellow noodles from the basket and said.

"Oh! It's good for me to eat this, I'm so fat, it's nothing to eat!" Father March said with a smile and waved Bieber

"That's outrageous, you can eat a little!" Bieber insisted.

"I don't eat, and I don't have any work to do. Go and eat, kid. Remember to pray. Don't worry about it. I still have to chat with everyone." Father March refused again, turned around and chatted with everyone again.

Father March looked at the poor peasants in front of him, and his heart was full of emotions. He must go to the king's city to meet the brother priest. He has rummaged through it, and what he carries with him now is the transcript. He treasures the rummaged booklet in the innermost part of the cabinet, and puts it together with the scriptures.

"These poor poor people lost their land due to conspiracy and robbery, and became the landlord's "livestock". The food and clothing of the poor peasants is the responsibility of the collective, and they are no longer forced to go to the landlords to be exploited because they are hungry. The future is bright. Every poor peasant has a smile on his face. Father March has come more than once. After the lectures and teachings, they had a preliminary understanding of the peasant collective, and therefore they were even more grateful to the "father" Sun Boyang who was in the city.

Give them land to grow, give them food to eat, don't even worry about seeds and farm tools, although this kind of farming method, after paying the kingdom's agricultural tax, the remaining food will be distributed according to needs They, but they are already very happy. For farmers, they don’t need to use advanced theories to convince them, they just need to use a very real example. Farming in a collective of farmers, when the crops are mature, they can get The grain is enough for a family to live on, and what else can they exchange for the landlord to cultivate?Let's drink it.

The food I eat now is better than what I can eat at the landlords. The farmers are honest and their eyes are discerning. Whether it is Father March or Little Brother Bieber, they are all honest and kind friends. The poor peasants would trust Father March and Bieber a lot more than that hateful landowner who made them lose their fields.

"What kind of food will you grow soon? In my opinion, it's better to grow potatoes! Potatoes are good, enough to keep you full. It's winter, and now I have missed the season of planting radishes and cabbage. Why don't you grow potatoes!"

A wrinkled old farmer suggested that he rummaged through the porridge in one gulp, his clothes were worn out and dusty, and he wore a scarf on his head, and said happily.

"I think it would have been a good idea to plant radishes and cabbage a month or two earlier, but now, let's plant potatoes first!" Father March agreed, patting his thigh.

"Why, just plant potatoes? Look, what kind of seeds are these?" After hearing what they said, Bieber hurriedly ran back to the house and recited a pack of seeds for everyone to see. Two old farmers and Father March came together, Smell and look to determine what kind of seed it is.

"Isn't this a cucumber seed? Uncle! Why don't you even know a cucumber seed!" An aunt also came over and took a closer look and said to several people.

"Ah! Cucumbers! Cucumbers are good and suitable for planting in winter!" said the old farmer in surprise.

"You, you still miss your pickles!" Father March laughed loudly, pointing at Bieber and said with a smile.

"How many kinds, next spring, I will pickle cucumbers for everyone!" Bieber also said with a smile.

As the sun sets, Biboi watches the sunset from the door. The sky in the countryside of Yongdalim is very beautiful. A scene like an oil painting appears in front of Bieber. Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun.

"The sun is about to set, Bieber, aren't you afraid? Are you afraid that you won't be able to find your way back?" Father March came out of the house with an oil lamp on and asked standing aside.

"Father, there's nothing to be afraid of." Bieber spat out the grass roots from his mouth.

"Tomorrow the sun will rise as usual!"

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41 Restaurant/Mandarin Duck

"Go away! Come back after eating!"

The old Barack bowed down and stretched out his hand respectfully to lead the guests out, saying everything respectfully in his mouth.

"Old shopkeeper, the duck tastes very good, we will come again next time."

The two diners walked out calmly in luxurious clothes, patted the old shopkeeper on the shoulder and said.

"Oh, don't worry, next time you come to the early ward, we will reserve a seat for you." Old Barack said with a smile on his face.

"it's time to go."

Old Barack waited for the two diners to get into the carriage before slowly returning to the restaurant. He took a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Shopkeeper, who are those two? Those who serve you like this?" The boss (lobby manager) next to him came over and asked suspiciously. The old Barack waved his hand, poured a mouthful of herbal tea into his stomach, and sighed against the counter.

"He's a great nobleman. Have you heard of Viscount Yankeeka? He's a relative of his family. They're all barons. They can't be messed with. They have to take good care of them. No one can take care of any accidents." Old Barack said. .

"Hey, that's it, still aristocratic? It's a joke, look at the virtue of eating ducks, it's the same as having never eaten in eight lifetimes."

Rojolai, the roast duck master chef in the back kitchen, flashed out from the side and held his pipe in disdain and said that he couldn't understand this kind of so-called aristocrats, or looked down upon them.

"Master Luo Houlai, it's not good if you don't say a few words, if someone overhears you." Tangtou hurriedly waved his hand helplessly.