miss mist go with the flow

The skinny man with the mustache cleared his throat, and said, "Wrath Mane Manor occupies a large area, and the tax that needs to be paid is not a small amount. According to our estimation, the current provisional quota is [-] gold coins per year!"

Fifty thousand gold coins?

Tsk tsk, Amy was dumbfounded, the purchasing power of gold coins in the empire is still very strong.It took Loren and his daughter a trip to the trade route, which took a month or two, but the final proceeds were only [-] to [-] gold coins.

This is because of the care of Linquan Winery, the orders are relatively stable, and some taxes can be reduced or exempted on the road, which ordinary merchants can't earn.

It took Loren and the others more than 100 years to earn [-] gold coins, but it was only a year's tax payment here.

"Tentative quota?" Arus caught the loophole in the words, "Your Excellency Scott means that this is not the final approved quota, and there will be other changes?"

"Of course." Scott admitted shamelessly, "If you choose to pay taxes and keep the manor, then I will send relevant professionals to measure the area of ​​Wrathmane Manor in detail later, and follow the The measured data will refine the tax into copper coins. This is my duty as a affairs officer, please don't mind, Lord Arus."

Tentative quota, professional staff, detailed measurement, tax details...

Amy complained from the bottom of her heart, this Scott's words are really one set, really let those so-called professionals test it, maybe [-] gold will be doubled to [-] gold.

In view of what she saw and heard after coming to Iris Flower Collar, Amy has no expectations for the bottom line of these old-fashioned nobles.

"Look carefully at that officer named Scott."

Sirin's voice sounded in Amy's ears, causing the moon elf's long ears to tremble again, "The aura on his body is very strange, there seems to be traces of black magic."

Black magic again?Could it be related to the dissonance?

There were mages among the guards off the field, and Amy didn't dare to reveal her magic power, but she believed in Sirin's judgment. After all, Miss Swordsman was a black mage hunter, and Sirin was a professional in judging black magic.

Scott's words made Arus fall into silence. He seemed to be thinking about something. After a few minutes, he said slowly: "If you choose to divide the manor and entrust the land, how much area do you need to hand over?"

There was a glint in Scott's eyes, and he said: "About one-third of the total area of ​​the manor, considering the living problems of the Angrymane tribe, we will give priority to dividing your idle land, such as the woods on the west side of the manor, or the training area. The piece of land behind the field."

Arus's complexion changed slightly, and his voice became a little stronger, "Your Excellency Scott, do you know what's on the land behind the training ground?"

"I don't know about that." Scott said casually, "I haven't looked into it in detail."

"It is the burial place of the ancestors of the Numane family, and it is the sacred home of our Numane tribe! It is a holy place defended with blood!"

Arus slapped the table heavily, his eyes seemed to be burning with scorching heat, "Your Excellency Scott, your proposal is an insult to the dignity of the Wrathmane family! The Imperial Honor Act stipulates that in the family When your reputation is insulted, you can apply for a duel to the insulting party, and the latter will either accept the duel, or admit your mistake and apologize, which one do you choose?"

While speaking, Arus got up angrily, propped the table with one hand, his eyes were extremely sharp, and the powerful mental oppression of the caster was fully revealed.

Cooperating with his movements, the group of bearded and strong men from Numane's family also stood up one by one, glaring at Scott, their muscles agitated, as if they would break out if there was a disagreement.

Scott's body trembled, obviously frightened by this scene, he tried to explain: "Sorry, I didn't know there was..."

"Stop talking! We don't want to hear such insulting proposals! In view of your bad attitude, today's discussion ends here!" Arus left the long table with a wave of his sleeves, "Come back tomorrow!"

Scott gritted his teeth slightly, glanced over a certain subordinate, stood up and said, "Then I'll come back tomorrow! But—"

"Your Excellency Arus, there is no point in procrastinating! The current existence of Wrathmane Manor violates the laws of the empire. You will have to make a choice sooner or later!"

After all, Scott led the people out of the main hall quickly and left the manor.

Amy watched the play silently, complaining quietly in her heart.

The old mage was quite smart, and he used the imperial law to fight against the imperial law, which delayed another day.

Arus watched Scott go away, he let out a long sigh of relief, he did not sit back on the chair, but raised his head and said to the corridor on the second floor: "Master Sirin, Lord Amy, is it you?"

Sirin reached out and hooked Amy's waist, turned over and jumped down the stairs, causing the moon elf to roll her eyes slightly.

She can't go upstairs, but that doesn't mean she can't go downstairs either. This woman hugged her waist so actively, is she really coveting her beauty?

Sirin and Amy landed smoothly, attracting the crowd of strong men from Numane's family to watch.

Sirin didn't care about the sight of these people, and asked, "How did you know we're here?"

Arus smiled, with a slightly satisfied expression on his pale old face, "There is a new type of warning barrier that I set up around the castle, because the magic power used is too weak, it may not have attracted the attention of the two of you, but when you cross the barrier After the border, I received a warning here."

Amy raised her eyebrows, suddenly remembering what Helen said.

Arus is a frequent contributor to the Mage Monthly, and has invented a lot of weird magic. The new warning barrier that she and Sirin didn't notice should also be his masterpiece.

After showing off, Arus respectfully bowed down and apologized:

"My lords, I didn't intend to break the appointment. You two have also seen the situation just now. The family has important matters and we have to leave early."

The bearded men behind Arus were very puzzled by this, and someone couldn't help shouting: "Arus, who are these two women? Why did they suddenly appear here? Why are you talking to the two women?" salute?!"

Arus turned his head and said in a deep voice to the people behind him: "Master Sirin is the Sword Spirit Wind Dance that ancestor Caruso instructed us to look for! She is the teammate of ancestor Caruso when he expeditioned to the abyss, and she is also the most powerful in the world One of the famous swordsmen! Isn't such a senior worthy of our respect?"

A group of strong bearded men looked at each other and fell silent. Someone said unwillingly: "Arus, could you be mistaken? How could the Sword Master of the Spiritual Wind Dance be a woman?"

Ami pouted, this person's brain circuit is really strange, does the Juggernaut have to be male?

Or was he also misled by that "Legend of the Wind Sword"?

Arus was already prepared, he reached out and took out a yellowed picture scroll from his sleeve, and unfolded it in front of all the clansmen.

This scroll is a relic left by Caruso, and the person in the painting is Sirin.

With this ironclad evidence, the doubts disappeared immediately, and without much hesitation, more than a dozen bearded men saluted Sirin respectfully one after another, expressing their respect for the strong.

Arus waited for them to finish their salutes, and said in a deep voice, "Go out first, I have something to discuss with these two seniors."

Everyone left obediently, leaving only three people in the main hall.

Arus sat back on the chair, with a look of exhaustion on his face, he pointed out, "You two adults, sit down as you please."

Sirin did not sit down, she looked at Arus quietly, and said: "If you need help, please feel free to say, I am willing to help."

Sirin regrets that the family spent so many years looking for her.

She's someone who doesn't like being in debt and wants to do something about it.

Song of the Traveler: Chapter 38 Ways Within the Rules

Facing Sirin's initiative to help, Arus groaned for a while, but shook his head and said, "Master Sirin, in this situation, you don't really need your help."

"Then do you have a way to deal with the lord's coercion and oppression?" Sirin frowned slightly, "Scott is right, even if you use your family reputation as an excuse to delay the time for a day, you still have to face those problems and make a decision." own choice."

"One day is enough." Arus said, "I invited a helper, and I can reach the White Tower City tonight."

He originally wanted to settle this incident and meet with Sirin and the others, but he didn't expect that Sirin came so quickly and found Wrathmane Manor directly.

Sirin pursed her lips and said, "Can you tell me who your helper is? What are you going to do?"

Arus didn't answer directly, but asked Sirin, "Master Sirin, do you know about magic associations?"

"Magic...association?" Sirin had never heard of this word, and felt a little strange.

Amy showed interest in her eyes, and motioned for Arus to continue talking.

"The concept of magic association was proposed by the sage Saleus. Simply put, it is a group of mages who gather for some reason to help each other and form a loosely structured association." Arus said, "I and Helen also belongs to the magic association called 'Night Song', and the people in the association are all loyal readers of the Mage Monthly, and are keen to improve the old magic system and create new magic."

After a pause, he cleared his throat a little, and Arus continued: "The helper who arrived tonight is the president of the Nightsong Society, the jewel-level spellcaster Sharman Nightsong."

"If it's just a jewel-level spellcaster, it may not be able to help you much." Sirin reminded, "The control of high-level spellcasters in the empire is quite strict, and the deterrent power of gem-level professionals is not enough to make a big lord see it. Give in."

"Master Sirin, you don't know that President Yege has another identity." Arus said, "She is the mentor of the palace mage guards and has the power to select members of the mage guards. You should remember that the palace mage guards The core members will automatically have the title of Lord."

Sirin's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help clapping her hands, "Interesting, is this your way of breaking the game?"

"That's right." Arus said, "Master Sirin, I think that when dealing with people like Scott, we should defeat them under the rules they are familiar with."

"The key to this incident is not whether the Fumane family can pay an annual tax of [-], or how much land the Fumane family is willing to cede, but the identity of the Fumane family."

"With the status of a lord, the continuation of Wrathmane Manor will become reasonable and compliant, and the excuses Scott used to oppress us will no longer exist, and the choices he gave will naturally be ignored." Arus continued, "Scott also understands this truth, so he has been using the power of the lord to prevent the imperial capital from awarding honors to members of the Fumane family."

"Their blockade work is very good. If you want to award honors to the people of a place, it is difficult to avoid the lord's sight. But the existence of the palace mage guard has become a loophole in the blockade."

Sirin clapped her hands and said, "It's a very good idea. It avoids direct conflict and temporarily solves the problem. It's hard to imagine that such a roundabout way came from an angry mane!"

There was a wry smile on Arus' face, "Is this a compliment?"

"Of course." Sirin said.

"Actually, I also understand that this method cannot fundamentally solve the problem." Arus sighed and said, "But the Furymane family is no longer what it used to be, and the internal environment of the empire is also different from yours at that time."

"A thing has existed for a long time, and it will inevitably show signs of decay, and the same is true for the empire. Today's Chilong Empire seems to have left behind the determination and innovation of the ZTE period, and picked up the old noble blockade class I don’t have the extraordinary power like you, so I can only use their rules to deal with their attacks, just for a while.”

When it comes to "things that exist for a long time will decay", Sirin glanced over Amy vaguely.

In terms of long-standing things, the actual age of this elf should be longer than that of the Red Dragon Empire, but she is still as cute as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, with a simple and pure heart, which is lovable.

Perhaps it is a good thing to lose the memory of the past, which restarted Amy's life—just like Eltor restarted the Chilong Empire and opened the prosperous age of China, the empire at that time was also particularly attractive.

"Huh? The way you look at me, isn't it a bit impolite?"

Amy noticed Sirin's wandering thoughts, and the Moon Elf puffed up her cheeks and stared at her with doubts in her eyes.

Sirin's heart beat faster for a split second, and she had to admit that every time Amy unconsciously made such a cute little movement, her heart screamed silently.

It's so cute!

Would love to get started and make something!

Whether you pinch your face, poke your face, stroke your ears, or play with your hair, there are many things you want to do to Amy——

I don't blame myself for my lack of concentration, it's because this elf is too tempting!

The thoughts in her mind went astray again, and when Sirin came back to her senses, her fingers had lightly poked Amy's tender cheeks.

The Moon Elf resolutely broke off her mischievous hand, and squeezed her fingers hard as a punishment.

"You are using your own method to save the Angry Mane family, and you have done a good job." Sirin withdrew her mind with difficulty, and said: "If the follow-up situation is not satisfactory, you can still come to me for help, and my promise is still valid."

"Thank you, Lord Sirin." Arus bowed slightly, "You are indeed a very emotional person as my grandfather said. I will take you to see my grandfather during this time. If he knows You'll be glad you're back."

Sirin nodded.

The reason she came to White Tower City was to see Caruso, say goodbye to the old captain, and tell him by the way that it was not his fault that he left without saying goodbye at that time, but that she was too willful.

The three of them left through the side door of the main hall, circled the castle for half a circle, passed through the empty training ground, and came to a cemetery.

Although it is the family cemetery of Angry Mane, there are not many tombs in this cemetery. Arus led the two of them to the depths of the cemetery and stopped in front of a tall stone tablet.

There are a few large characters written on the stone tablet, "The Tomb of the Great Legendary Warrior Caruso", Sirin can recognize that it is the handwriting of the Red Dragon Emperor who once rewarded her.

"Grandpa, the Spirit Wind Sword Master has come to see you." Arus bowed to the grave behind the stele, his voice full of embarrassment.

Sirin stepped forward and looked at the tomb quietly, her inner emotions were also surging.

The passage of 300 years seems so heavy at the moment, and Caruso, who loves to laugh and play, has turned into dry bones and will sleep here forever.

The emperor who wrote the text on the tombstone is probably dead.

When Sirin was feeling sad, Amy suddenly touched her shoulder.

The moon elf walked up to her and whispered in a voice that only she could hear clearly: "There are undead who have undergone awakening rituals in this cemetery, and there are more than one."

Song of the Traveler: Chapter 39 Enraged

Hearing the words of the Moon Elf, an indescribable anger rose from the bottom of Sirin's heart, her left hand clenched tightly into a fist, and the expression on her face instantly froze.

"Are you sure?" she asked in a low voice.

It seemed to be confirming something, and it seemed to be using words to stop the anger that was about to erupt.

Amy nodded helplessly, "The Book of the Undead has responded, so it shouldn't be a misjudgment."

Sirin took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

She reached out to touch the stele, and various images of the abyss expedition emerged in her mind.

The team she belonged to at that time was the raid team with the most difficult combat mission in the expedition team. Under the cover of the other teams, they broke into the core of the abyss all the way, finally sealed the demon king, and successfully completed the beheading operation.

During the journey of more than a year, they encountered a fierce battle every day on average.

As the captain, Caruso is the only shield fighter in the team, and he has never missed any battle.

Both the shield fighter and the captain are people who need to stand in front of their teammates. The solid back with the shield on their backs has been the source of security for Sirin and other team members for a long time.

No matter how dangerous the battle is, as long as Caruso has not fallen, they are not considered a failure and still have a chance of winning.

In hundreds of battles, this strong and strong middle-aged uncle has blocked the lava demon's breath, the beholder's petrification ray, the troll's stone pestle, the lizard's chaotic knife slashing for his teammates, and smashed him from the sky. The falling boulder, the soul roar of the Phantom Charm...

His shield has worn out more than a dozen sides, the wounds on his body have never healed, scars cover one after another, he has never been knocked down, but his figure is getting more and more rickety.

During the rest time between battles, Caruso would also help the people in the team to repair their weapons and equipment. His forging skills were excellent and he saved the weapons of many team members. Even Sirin's saber was reforged by him.

In the last battle in the Demon King's City, in order to protect his teammates, Caruso burned his life, summoned the soul of the barbarian's ancestors to come and possess him, and took the triple curse of the Demon King with his human body to fight for Sirin. It's the most critical time to draw the sword.

After the battle, teammates collapsed to the ground, some of whom died forever.Caruso supported his rickety and exhausted body, and led everyone to escape from the impending collapse of the Demon King's City, without giving up on any of his teammates.