Son of the Olden Days

The flushed Beth curled up in Thor's arms, panting.

"You're too bad, right? I'm the real patient, OK? And I'm the one who worked hard all the time." Saul laughed and reached out to help her straighten her hair that was slightly wet with sweat before adjusting her forehead.

Beth didn't answer either, with Thor's neck hanging from her arm, like a lazy cat.

"Is the money at the exchange point still enough?" Sol asked.

"Enough. The new building of the Lord’s Mansion cost about 100,000 silver coins. We have allocated some money in other aspects, but our tax revenue is good. The money is all piled up here at the exchange point. You can put most of it in the ring tomorrow, so this The heavy soldiers on the side can also be withdrawn."

After Beth finished speaking, she looked at Thor solemnly and added.

"I have a detailed record of every expenditure, you can check it at any time."

Saul raised his hand and squeezed her little nose, then lowered his head and started groping around her waist.

"What are you doing?" Beth writhed with itching.

"Didn't you let me check it out? So let me see how much fat I have grown." Sol murmured.

Then there was the stormy little fist.

"Are you going to do something with Petty?" Beth pressed her cheek to Thor's strong chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Can you guess this?" Saul was a little shocked.

"You want to find a managerial talent, and you can only start with the people around the surrounding lord. If you want the other party to be obedient and controllable, who else but Petty? The key is that you have to hold Kennazzi, no Let them support Hallowell." Beth replied.

"Yes, it seems to be very inspiring for you to be with me as a clever person, but I have to be careful in the future, otherwise there will always be some small mushrooms like you who come to learn the skills of the master."

"But if you use the word'hands-on', the part of speech sounds a bit evil. To be precise, I'm at best'hire', and I'll abduct her to help me take care of the territory." Sol raised his eyebrows and did Give a targeted explanation.

"Is there a difference? Staying with a big demon like you for a long time will eventually fall. I am a typical victim."

"Puff~ Are you a victim? That really wronged you, so now the big devil lets you free, okay?" Saul was amused, and rubbed her forehead tightly.

"I don't want it, you let me free and I will die." Beth kissed her with nostalgia.

"Well, then you won't be able to escape in your life." Saul responded softly.

"By the way, do you want me to trick Petty over for you?" Beth asked suddenly.

"No, do you often cheat your close friends like this? And don't you care?" Sol was a little surprised.

"Don't care, I know there will be more people around you in the future. I am not the first to meet you, but the first to stay by your side. This has exhausted my life's luck." Beth Rubbed Sol's chest with his cheek.

"Telling you not to say such stupid things, you are so humble that you are very distressing, and I can't help but want to cruelly penetrate you."

"Come on! Evil devil! My first-order summoner Beth Battier will destroy you on behalf of justice today!" Beth suddenly pointed to Soljiao and shouted.

"Looking at the mushroom monster! Face the roar of hell!" Saul suddenly turned over, and the room was murderous in a blink of an eye.

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Autumn leaves whirled to the ground, and there was a faint sound of winter footsteps in the air.

Sol opened his eyes and looked at everything in the dormitory, only then did he remember that he had really come back.

With inexplicable excitement in his heart, Thor lightly left the warm bed and gently wrapped Beth into a silkworm pupa with a blanket, Thor pushed the door open and came to the aisle.

I ran to the swing in the bedroom garden and sat and swayed twice, feeling a bit silly. Sol turned to go to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, then walked through the corridor to the kitchen.

At this time, just after dawn, there was already the warmth of the fire in the kitchen, and Andor and Finch were busy near the home bread oven as they did in the past.

"Good morning, master." Seeing Saul, Finch hurriedly bowed her head in greeting.

"Good morning, Lord Lord, you...don't take a break anymore?" Anduo greeted with a blushing face.

Saul glanced at Anduo's expression a little strangely, then raised his hands and rubbed his two small heads.

"Leave it to me here." Sol squeezed between the two bean sprouts and rolled up the sleeves of his coat.

"Unable master, this is our business, if the wife knows that he will punish us." The two bean sprouts were a little panicked.

"Don't worry, this is my loving breakfast. She dares to punish you and tell me that I will spank her at night."

"Puff~" The two bean sprouts dreamed about the always serious lady being spanked. They blushed and laughed. Suddenly they felt something was wrong. The emotional color between loving breakfast and spanking seemed a bit contradictory?

Soon the freshly fragrant toasted bread came out, and Andor was sent to serve Bess to wash, Finch cut the bread under Sol's instructions, and then sandwiched the small roasted meat and vegetables prepared by Lord Lord. Coated with special sauce, immediately fragrant.

Facing a fragrant breakfast table, Beth sat unreservedly in a chair swaying sweetly.

"Aren't you hungry? Sit down and drove together. I made a four-person serving specially." Sol respectfully waved to the two small bean sprouts standing aside after pouring the hot milk.

"Master, we are servants...can't." The two bean sprouts kept talking.

"Don't talk nonsense, it doesn't matter if you are not people, as long as I'm happy, hurry up." Sol deliberately scowled.

Seeing Beth waved her hands quietly, the two bean sprouts dared to sit at the table.

After a fairly lively breakfast, Sol found his steel sword and carried the old man behind his back.

Then the four left the Lord's Mansion and came to the street.

Now that the entire Liberty City has a population of more than 2,000, there are not many people who really recognize Sol. However, walking on the street, the old leader recognized Thor very quickly, and then all kinds of greetings began to spread around like a tide.

Saul smiled and nodded in response one by one, and gradually felt a little numb and impatient because of the high frequency of repetition.

He didn't feel much about the respect of Saul around him. In his eyes, these unnecessary greetings were taking up a lot of his time. He is more willing to spend these coping time to flip through the book and go fishing, even if he goes to the secret realm to kill a few monsters.

Beth, who was walking by her side, was also respected by everyone. Saul rolled her eyes and suddenly felt that the title of ‘Iron Face Lady’s Lord’ is very good. Maybe she can keep herself in the front row in the future?

"What bad idea are you thinking about again?" Beth asked suspiciously, approaching Saul.

"How is that possible? I'm very kind, good or bad, just thinking about what to eat at night." Saul waved his hand solemnly.

After sending Beth and the two bean sprouts to the merit exchange point, Sol collected 400,000 silver coins and left tens of thousands of spare gold, and at the same time evacuated the surrounding close guards. Then Sol refused Andor's willingness to follow the service, and walked around alone.

Throughout the day, Thor went to many places, and at the same time felt any subtle changes in the entire territory.

He first went to Stanter to watch the training of the Cavaliers squadrons, and then went to Diller's little black room to look at the small intelligence notes on the wall. Then Sol went to the person in charge of agriculture to learn about the current situation of the fields, and even took a stroll along the driftwood swamp.

The material distribution points, the blacksmith's shop, the mill, and the places that should be cared about have left Sol's footsteps, and at the same time, they are also announcing the return of the lord. This is not Saul voluntarily, but because his existence and appearance are originally a kind of propaganda.

When I wandered around in the mine and headed to the seaside on the way, it aroused Saul's interest.

A squadron of knights is holding a torch and is here to accompany more than 20 fishermen to fish. Sol was dealing with the greetings from the crowd, and then checked the fishing nets and fish cages he had caught, and by the way, he learned about the daily catch.

The waves are still rolling in the sea, and the continuous washing sound is mixed with the salty sea breeze. Although the light is limited, only a corner of the beach can be seen, but this does not affect people's imagination of its vastness and vastness.

Today seems to be lucky, a wave of waves passed, and a few murlocs stood up from the waves.

Almost at the same time they appeared on the edge of the torch light, the entire squadron was in a state of combat readiness. Everyone had obviously experienced this kind of encounter many times, and there was no panic. After the fishermen retreated, the squadrons drew out their weapons to meet the enemy.

Thor drew his sword, and involved a murloc with interest.

The other party is holding a long-handled weapon like a three-sided fork, with a fish head, and the whole body is covered with fish-like scales, and the soles of the feet are connected by fins. Seeing his dumbfounded look, Thor suddenly remembered that this ugly man had killed a few by the Wailing Lake.

"Stop! I have something to say." Sol said to the murloc in human language and mainland lingua franca.

However, it was useless. The murloc raised his fork, and Thor raised his hand to cut off the fish's head.

Can't communicate, and will produce demons, but the other party should be regarded as a smart race, but the level of wisdom is a little bit low.

Thor used his long sword to pat the murloc's rusty harpoon, which was obviously metallic. Will their weapons not be soaked in the sea? Do they have their own smithy in the sea? Sol stood on the beach and radiated his thoughts for a while, to no avail.

All day long, I feel that I haven't done anything specific, I'm just walking around watching and talking. But when faced with the dense administrative affairs, Sol felt more tired than running for a day.

For many public security issues or minor cases, lower-level managers have actually made penalties, but they have to send the results of penalties to a higher place for instructions. It used to be sent to Beth's trio, but now it's here to Sol, who took the initiative to take over.

Sol had to read each case carefully. It was not someone who couldn't believe in law enforcement. It was just Sol's personal obsessive-compulsive disorder. He used to understand the whole thing before establishing his own judgment.

So all sorts of trivial things from the people came to the face. Although there was no sign of favoritism for the time being, and the sentencing was fair in all aspects, all kinds of trivial and messy things still made Saul feel dizzy.

I am obviously a lord, why should I torture myself? Why should we suffer this kind of sin? Is it not good to live freely?

It seems that the plan to take Petty small mushrooms is on the agenda.

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