The Magic Thief Chapter 18:

No one would have thought that the disputes between artists who were originally just chatting on the dining table would turn into a fierce storm sweeping across the land.

No one even thought that the old people who were once glorious and regarded as a treasure house of knowledge and talent by the world would turn into **** that everyone spurned.

Mu Shike, once regarded as the national treasure of Derry, was regarded as the greatest musician in the world, and his name has now become synonymous with clowns, idiots and idiots.

Almost everyone is laughing at his stupidity, his works, his life, and even his death are all objects of ridicule.

But what was even more unexpected is that this kind of ridicule quickly turned into cursing and spurning, and all this was just because of a piece of paper.

At this moment, the most talked about above Derry to the earth is not the death of their supreme king. After his body was frozen, it seemed to have been frozen in people's memory.

It is also not a possible turmoil. After the crazy panic buying, the food stored in the cellar has obviously calmed some panic and worries.

That piece of paper became a topic of discussion, because it listed the amazing wealth of those old artists.

Among them, the most cursed is Mr. Mushko who has just died. It is not only the ordinary people who curse and spurn him. His huge amount of wealth even makes many nobles feel jealous. The curses from their mouths are undoubtedly the loudest.

These curses completely overwhelmed the angry and aged artists' calls for justice. In fact, before this piece of paper suddenly appeared in front of everyone, the old men joined forces with Monach’s Lord Foss He filed a lawsuit with the Grand Duke of Bashmon.

They kept claiming that they only demand justice, not mourning and mercy. However, when the piece of paper suddenly spread to every corner of Dalizhi, when the curse was all over this huge kingdom, these demanded justice and The righteous old men fled without a trace.

Even their homes are closed, and the children and grandchildren of these old men don’t even dare to go to school, because they will also be taken to ask about home affairs

A quiet and elegant city is built by the bustling Mamm River.

This is a rather spectacular city. It has a population and prosperity that even surpasses Monach, but everyone who comes here will be most impressed with what this city has, undoubtedly its Quiet and laid-back.

There is no prosperous and praised by other cities here. It is like a small town in a paradise quietly guarding the Mamm River. Almost every corner of this city can see towering green trees, and people living here Residents, obviously, really understand what is poetic and picturesque, and what is idyllic life mood.

On the street, under the big trees, and beside the river beach, you can see pedestrians strolling leisurely. On the contrary, carriages are quite rare. Because of this, when a carriage hurriedly passes by, it will always cause The strange look of passers-by.

This hurried carriage finally stopped at a corner of the downtown square. The people who got off the carriage were all elderly people. They used to be famous. They used to be the most popular VIPs here. They don’t even need to say hello. They can directly enter the magnificent mansion, but at the moment they are wearing heavy travel robes, as if they are afraid of being seen by others.

Without the hospitality of the past, and the music that greeted them in the past, these old men who have lost everything but wealth and the notoriety accompanying wealth, clearly feel the arrogance and indifference of those attendants. This has never happened before.

However, these elders can more or less guess what this is for, and that little piece of paper that is extremely lethal to them is obviously also scratched here.

These attendants must have also seen the numbers listed on that piece of paper. The quietness and elegance does not mean that they are indifferent to money and wealth.

A terrible start, as if it heralded a terrible ending. The attendant's cold reception obviously came from the master's indifference. A few hours later, the old men walked out of the mansion with downcast heads, the expressions on their faces as if the end had come.

In the depths of this mansion, a simple and quiet three-story building was built in the middle of a green lawn.

The attendants are tidying up the room in the drawing room on the ground floor. The unwelcome old guys even made the attendants and the servants disgusted. This was impossible in the past. They really couldn’t understand why. The host should treat them so politely.

At the moment, in the study on the third floor, the noble and distinguished master is sitting in front of the desk with a frown.

Although he is already getting older, this master was undoubtedly a beautiful man popular with ladies when he was young. Noble and humble temperament is rare in the Kingdom of Derry. After all, this is a possession. In the kingdom of many powerful warriors and majestic soldiers, there are far more muscles than brains.

And the owner of this mansion is undoubtedly a wise scholar. He has a towering forehead and obviously contains a lot of things. Although his hair is tan and very unremarkable, it is not because of the years. Elapsed, and became gray and shedding, which made him look a lot younger.

His body is thin, which is also not common in the big Delizhi Kingdom everywhere, and at this moment he is wearing a nightgown at random, as if he has just woke up from a deep sleep.

Across from this scholar-like old man stood two young men. One of them was actually not too young. He was about thirty years old and had the same facial profile as the old man. One who looked a little shy, his status was obviously much lower than the one standing next to him, with a folder in his arm.

"My father, why do you treat those people so politely at this time?" the older young man asked.

"You told Gard to stop them? You also told the servants to treat them slowly?" the old man said calmly.

"Do you think I did something wrong?" the older young man said hesitantly.

"No, no, no, I didn't say that, at least there is no right or wrong in this matter." The old man shook his head and said, "My dear boy, do you know what I am really worried about? "

"Trouble for those people?" the young man replied.

"Their trouble? No." The old man shook his head repeatedly and said: "Perhaps the trouble is not just these, maybe this is not just their trouble, maybe they are just a springboard, a weapon."

Speaking of this, the old man glanced at his son’s bewildered gaze, and shook his head obviously a little disappointed, saying: "No, I feel this thing is unusual, I think there are still things that have not happened. At least this matter will have further changes."

Speaking of this, the old man gently pushed the table and turned the swivel chair half a circle toward the window. He looked at the pleasant green outside the window and said after a while: "Jane, tell me that. When did the property list begin to circulate?"

The shy young man replied without thinking: "A week ago, my lord."

"Well, how many days are there since I wish Fengjie left? Andrew, you will answer this question." The old man said.

"Nine days. Father." The older young man replied respectfully.

"Can you collect this data in two days? I even saw Mushko's hidden possessions under his cousin's name on this list." The old man said.

"You mean, all of this is pre-prepared?"

"Yes, but the real point is, is it necessary to spend so much energy on dealing with these dying old men?" the old man said calmly.

"You mean, all of this is likely to be directed at you in the end?" The son asked, apparently at the moment he finally understood the severity of the situation.

"It was I who let Mushko into the court, and it was I who read Pat's poems in front of everyone so that everyone remembered his name. The works of Bushwak in the Kingdom of Drizhi are the most collected It’s me, too, and it’s me who gave them a prominent reputation. A large part of the amount listed on that list comes directly from my funding." The old man turned around again and said, his expression appeared Very serious.

"Obviously this is a conspiracy against you." The son said eagerly, "Then how should we fight back?"

"Counter-attack?" The old man frowned suddenly. He sighed and shook his head and said, "Obviously, this time I met a strong opponent. This is a terrible guy I have never met before."

He gently opened the drawer of the desk and took out a rough sheet of paper printed with cheap ink.

"What I have on this is just a series of numbers. These numbers don't represent anything. It is not an accusation, and there is no fierce remarks, let alone incitement." Suddenly the old man aggravated Tone: "The real scary reason for these simple and indifferent numbers is that they firmly grasp a strong and indelible emotion in people's hearts, that is, jealousy."

"My dear child, a guy who is good at using his brains above human nature is undoubtedly the most dangerous conspirator. For such an opponent, no amount of care is too much." The old man said with a grim expression.

"Do you know who the terrible black hand who is going to deal with you behind the scenes is?" the slightly older young man asked quickly. He was horrified by what his father said. In fact, he I had never seen my father show such a stern expression before.

"I have many enemies." The old man said coldly.

"Haven't you ever doubted a particular person?" the son asked.

The old man frowned for a while before he slowly raised his head and said, "I already have an object of suspicion in my heart, but before telling the answer, I want to listen to Brian's opinion, maybe As a bystander, he sees it more clearly than I do."

"Do you want me to invite Brian here?" the son asked quickly.

The old man nodded slightly

When the young man returned to the study, standing beside him was a sloppy old man who was obviously much older than the old man, but he had an unusually young smile.

"Bashmon, my old friend, I knew you would definitely come to me, it looks like you are in big trouble." The old man said excitedly at once.

"Oh--I'm sorry for having to disturb you, how is your research progressing?" Grand Duke Bassemong stood up and smiled to welcome the arrival of the old friend.

"I have successfully replaced the human liver with sheep’s liver. Now that liver is working smoothly on a six-year-old boy. You must know that the liver is the most complex and mysterious part of the human body besides the brain. Organs. The research I have spent my entire life doing seems to be done before I finish my life." The little old man said in a cheerful tone.

"Well, let’s talk about your troubles. I believe you let your son come to my cold and humid "cemetery". It will never be for my research. I heard some rumors. From the moment I heard the first sentence, I thought that you were in trouble." The old man cracked his mouth and said with his yellow teeth full of jagged teeth.

"A troublesome enemy." Grand Duke Bashmon nodded and said.

"I even smelled his stink, as if a skunk got into the room. The smell of it was everywhere." The old man said with his fingers.

"Can you tell me some hints, who in your opinion would that person be?" asked the Grand Duke Bassemong.

"Oh-I don't know the answer. Although I have guessed that you are in trouble, collecting information is not something I like to do." The old man squinted his eyes and glanced at Duke Bashmeng and said with a smile : "I believe you must already have an object of doubt in your mind, but you still want to get further verification from me."

"Yes." Grand Duke Bashmon nodded bluntly.

"It's a matter of course. It's not hard to guess." The little old man slapped a loud slap and said, "That guy smells too strong, and you and I have never smelled the same before. "

"It is absolutely impossible for such a guy to hide for many years without being known at all. The artist must have owned many lesser-known works before he has a commendable masterpiece. I already have a lot of scars. Even a person like me, before I really started my own research, had already created countless terrifying monsters, and a conspirator who was so smart that he did not have a series of behind him. It’s weird if the wronged soul follows him. Once there is a second time, following the smell, even if you can’t find the source of the smell, you will definitely find the place where it once stayed."

The little old man glanced at Bashmon, whose expression became more and more serious, and said, "Presumably you have found another stinking Known."

Looking at the flickering eyes of the little old man, Grand Duke Bassemong said indifferently: "You have also discovered something too."

The little old man nodded his little pointed head and said: "It is true that there are many discoveries in the bar every day for an hour. The hearsay says that it is so far away from the truth forever, but it must not be said that they are worthless."

"Things that emit a strong smell always like to linger in garbage dumps and dirty water ditch places that also emit smells, and the most smelly things in this period are except for poor Mushke’s. Outside of the corpse, even the poorer Grand Duke Shamm, oh-poor guy, bit his tongue and cut his throat is much more comfortable than this."

Hearing this, Grand Duke Bashmon finally showed a smile, because he knew very well that his guess was wrong and didn't go in the wrong direction.

"The embezzlement of military pay, inferior swords, exploitation and fraud is nothing more stinking than this, but what makes me feel strange is that one of the things that makes me feel the most stinking. But he was held high in his hand, as if it were the frankincense in front of the icon."

"The guy who took over his cousin's territory and wealth, and the guy who took over position and power easily, no matter how much spice is applied, it is difficult to cover up his stench, and his success clearly proves that he is very intelligent. "

"His youth explains why he is not well known. He has just returned from Francis, and there is a large group of stinky things, and they just take it back. Enough to kill many people."

"Is it Prince Henry and the special envoy of the Kingdom of France?" Suddenly the expressions of the two young people who had been standing quietly on the sides changed suddenly, and the older young man even screamed.

"If even the two of them can think of someone who exactly fits my description, then undoubtedly it is that guy who makes all the smell." said the little old man.

"That's right, Mushko died in Monach, and Prince Henry is staying there." The grand prince's son said solemnly.

"But how could that special envoy of France have anything to do with this matter? If I remember correctly, he is not even an adult." The son asked in a puzzled manner.

The little old man was taken aback for a moment, obviously he was also a little surprised.

"Anything is hard to say. Age is not necessarily a measure of wisdom. I remember that my ally in France once gave me some advice. If I remember correctly, he was full of that young man. Words of praise." Grand Duke Basemeng frowned and said, searching for the letter from his ally in the depths of his memory.

"Oh—my old friend, I must remind you that if that guy gives you a letter to praise someone, but you can’t remember exactly what he praised, then There must be something strange in that so-called advice, and you have obviously gotten into the trap." The little old man said with his eyes narrowed.

The little old man’s words made the Grand Duke Bashmun suddenly startled. He quickly got out of the seat and walked to the front of the bookshelf next to him. The huge rosewood bookshelf occupies one wall, filled with all kinds of The books on the bookshelf are blocked by a row of glass near the left side of the bookshelf. Those who are eligible to be placed here are naturally the collections of this prestigious grand prince for many years.

The Grand Duke of Bashmun went straight there. He opened the glass cabinet door and carefully took out a dried clay tablet from the inside.

There were countless words clearly engraved on this clay tablet. Looking at the words on the clay tablet, Grand Duke Bassemong suddenly frowned.

"It seems that I guessed right, that cunning guy played tricks on you." The little old man said happily.

"My allies tried their best to praise the talent of the young envoy, calling him the most far-sighted lord of France. His territory is Searthburg and the fertile land of the south. He inherited the excellent from the merchant father. His mind and keen eyesight, but nothing else is mentioned above." Grand Duke Bashimeng said indifferently.

"Apply a bright and conspicuous paint to what you want to hide, and place it where everyone can see it. Your cunning ally is obviously equally proficient in how to use the weaknesses of human nature. You unknowingly got into his trap without being alert, and led you astray with some boasting. Not only did you close your eyes, but you even turned a blind eye to the brilliance of those guys, because you were subconsciously. You have acknowledged their excellence, but you still think that they are not enough to pose a threat to you." The old man stared at the Grand Duke Bashmont and said, at this moment his expression seemed serious: "I believe that the mud is for Henry De There are also many descriptions."

"Yes, my ally thinks that he has the courage, perseverance and tenacity to be a good king. There are examples to prove all of this." Grand Duke Bashmeng said coldly.

"Ha--, he just didn't mention cunning and scheming. If a king has only virtue, his throne will never last. Your allies should know this best." The old man said, he said There was a loud laughter.

"Yes, I believe I got into a trap completely." Grand Duke Bashmon nodded slowly and said.

"Fortunately, it's not too late." The old man said with a finger up.

"An unexpected competitor has already stepped onto the stage, he has even gained a foothold, and the reputation I have accumulated over the years has been eroded and wiped out. I believe it will not be long before that storm It will be swept over me." Ba Shimeng said with a sigh.

"Yes, it's really bad, but I believe you can never be without countermeasures. All of this can't shake your foundation. Your reputation comes from your sincerity, and you have already given you enough in return. , At this moment, everything you have is brought to you by your dedication, and now, virtue and reputation do not help you on the throne." The old man said with a smile.

"My old friend, can you give me some pointers?" Grand Duke Bassemong said solemnly.

But the old man shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no, no, don't count on me for this matter. I can indeed point out many things for you, but this does not mean that I stand on your stand. It does not mean that I am willing to participate in your game."

Speaking of this, he slowly raised his head and looked at Grand Duke Bashmon and said in an unusually low voice: "However, I believe that you should be able to come up with countermeasures against human nature and the weaknesses in human nature. You are also no stranger."

Grand Duke Bashmun nodded gently: "Yes, my body also smells bad."

"Oh-yes, I always believed that before the appearance of the prince, you were the biggest skunk." The old man said, what he said seemed to be a joke, but his expression was strange. Expected seriousness.

After all this, the dirty and sloppy old man walked straight to the door.

"I have to thank you, my old friend, every time you have been able to give me great help. The hearsay you hear from the bar even exceeds the ears and eyes I have carefully arranged for many years." Bashmon The Grand Duke said to the old man.

The old man was about to open the door and leave, but he stood there quietly thinking for a moment, then slowly turned around, and said in a low tone to Grand Duke Bassemong: "My friend , Let me give you another piece of advice. If the hearsay I collected from the bar is more effective than the giant net you set up, then only one thing can be proved, that is, that the net has already had a problem. So quickly check your network, otherwise it will be extremely fatal to you."

After all this, the old man opened the door of the room and walked out, leaving only Duke Bassemong there to meditate.

In Monach, thousands of miles away, the silk ribbons of Zhufeng Festival have not been untied yet, and the colorful flags are still flying on the street. The month between late spring and early summer is for the Kingdom of Drizhi, There will always be endless festivals.

At this moment, the nobles and officials of Monach are waiting for the arrival of imperial envoys on the spring tour. This is the annual practice of this continental kingdom. When spring planting and autumn harvesting, there is an imperial envoy to patrol the counties. Palin's king and cabinet officials can accurately grasp the harvest situation in various places.

If the Festival of Good Harvests is a festival for farmers who have worked hard for a whole spring, then the arrival of the spring tour is undoubtedly one of the things that the nobles look forward to most.

The silk ribbons on the squares of Monach are concentrated on the main streets and squares. Anyway, the imperial commissioner will never go to those places that have no taste. The city hall has been refurbished and a grand event will be held there. Prom.

As the master, Lord Foss is naturally very busy, and his children may be the busier.

The most leisurely person at the moment is undoubtedly the special envoy from the Kingdom of France. Almost everyone knows that this young envoy is now indulging in his newly acquired toy, and that toy is the beautiful and charming Ali Junsi Countess.

Almost everyone was envious of the good luck of the countess. She was so lucky that she and her family escaped a catastrophe, but no one knew that the countess was self-conscious. I think her fate is very tragic, because she is enduring suffering and suffering in the abyss of **** at the moment.

In this elegant and luxurious hell, in this prison full of golden lacquered furniture and gorgeous silk, there are countless instruments of torture that make her creepy as long as she thinks about it.

And what frightened her even more was the pair of demons. They were obviously proficient in every method of tormenting the body, but compared to the destruction of the soul, Ali Junsi felt that the suffering of the body was nothing at all.

At this moment, she is fighting against the disobedient body that makes her feel deeply ashamed, and her fragile will. Her will, the education she has received since childhood, and her arrogance keep her reserved. This is the only thing she has left at the moment.

But her body and instinct forced her to pray, pray for the incomparably shameful things, pray for the two demons to torture her flesh with those terrible instruments of torture, pray for the unbearable weapon to enter her again body.

Ally Junsi also knew very well that this was a battle that she would never have won, because these two demons had too many methods to easily destroy her weak will.

"I must admit that this lady has a very tenacious will. She is the only woman I have ever seen who can support it till now." Freila lay on the edge of the bed and smiled, her eyes always Staring at Ali Junsi's sweaty body.

Ribo was pulling that tail lightly with interest. Since the day of the festival, he suddenly has another interesting toy, but Freila obviously doesn’t like long whips. Therefore, she rejected this new attempt, and Ruibo could only use it on the beautiful countess in front of her, and the final effect made him quite satisfied.

At this moment, he is giving a separate teaching to the countess. The content of the teaching is what Miss Freila taught him at the beginning-how to dig out the physical happiness as much as possible.

In Ruibo's opinion, Miss Aljuns is obviously not a willing student, but he doesn't mind it at all, because he believes that he is a very experienced and patient teacher. His experience comes from when he was in Hyde. From the personal experience in the husband's villa, Ruibo has always believed that it is the most successful educational example, and now he can turn from a student to a teacher.

Looking at the dozens of criss-crossing red marks on the snowy white, the disobedient students will naturally be punished. This is the first thing he knew.

Spread the special ointment gently on the red marks. Ruibo is already convinced that the psychedelic powder has a pretty good effect of healing the scars. There is nothing wrong with what Mr. Hyde said at the beginning. What is wrong are some other uses of this terrible ointment.

The fact that the countess was able to support it up to now was also beyond his expectation. Even the female spy had not been able to support it for a week.

"You don't seem to be able to wait, why don't you take out those cat wool and replace it with something stronger?" Freila said with a sneer, her eyes fixed on Ribo's waist.

Just as Ribo wanted to sneer, suddenly he saw the countess squat down and gently rubbed the surface of his feet with the place that made him obsessed and addicted.

This is an expression of prayer. This is a signal of surrender. Ripple felt very happy to see all this, but he did not immediately conquer thoroughly. He enjoyed this kind of prayer very much. It was far more wonderful than true conquest.

Gently lifted Al Junsi’s head and put her beautiful face to her waist. Ruibo believed Al Junsi knew exactly what she should do, because Freila had conducted detailed and standard demonstrations.

Although it is jerky and unfamiliar, it is far inferior to the wonderful feeling Freila gave him, but Ribo felt extremely satisfied in his heart. This satisfaction even surpassed the happiness that the queen gave him at the time. .

The only dissatisfaction with Ruibo is that this disobedient student is obviously a little perfunctory. She does not work hard, but always tries to get rewards, although this kind of reward is also the most willing to give by Ruibo , But he knows very well that what he should do at this moment is to make the student completely obey.

Gently stroke the red right cheek of Ai Li Junsi, and a few finger prints can be vaguely seen on the cheek. While punishing, he should be gentle. This is what he did. After all, he was not. Eckert, and this student is not himself, let alone what she is studying is not the course she had studied in the past.

Enjoying the more and more skillful technique, Riboth wondered when he could start further teaching, but before that, he must first give a reward, because he clearly felt Aljunsi’s body trembling more and more. The stronger, she must be comforted before her will completely collapses. This is not Eckert’s teaching, nor is it from the mouth of Freira, but the advice given to him by the horse racing champion from Xibai, although he originally It's not a woman, but in Ruibo's view, tame an unruly beauty is no different from tame a fierce horse.

Gently lifted Ali Junsi from the kneeling posture, Ruibo did not untie her tied hands, but he gave the students absolute freedom to choose any way she likes.

Enjoying another wonderful feeling, Ribo felt very satisfied. He lay quietly on the bed, admiring the ups and downs of the body, and the plump body that shook with the ups and downs, he believed This kind of beauty is difficult for any sculptor to express, and its inability to retain it is the only regrettable part of it.

"You have been staying in the bedroom these days and never going out. Don't you worry about the unexpected change of the situation caused by the arrival of the imperial minister?" Freila asked suddenly.

Although Freila is talking about the current situation, Ribo fully believes that Freila doesn't care about it at all. She has never cared about the situation. At this moment, the reason why she mentioned it is only a woman’s. Envy is at work.

Ribo knows very well that Freila may not care how many women he has, and is even willing to torture this beautiful countess with him, but she obviously does not want to see herself deriving happiness from another woman. Because of this, she tried her best to destroy the atmosphere at the moment.

Regarding this matter, Ribo will naturally not break it, because he knows exactly how terrifying a woman who becomes angry and embarrassed will be.

"The imperial minister? Isn't the imperial minister a member of the Kane family? But Earl Milan once told me in private that the Kane family is interested in alliances with His Royal Highness." Ribo replied.

"Did Eckert never teach you? Any huge family will always have different voices. Don’t forget that Archduke Kane is also a strong contender for the throne. They used to It is the royal family of Delizhi, who has been eager to regain the throne that has been lost all the time for two centuries." Freila said indifferently.

"But, what does this have to do with me? I have already helped the prince get on the stage, and all the rest will depend on him. I cannot replace him on the journey to the throne. "Ribo shrugged his shoulders and said: "What's more, I have no such obligation at all."

After all this, Ribo still concentrated on enjoying the happiness the Countess gave him.

Suddenly he felt a slender arm stretch under his body, and then a slender finger penetrated into his body, which was extremely irritating even for him.

"I don't care what you plan to do. We are in a crisis at the moment. You'd better end your nostalgia and addiction to this place and complete your mission as soon as possible." Having said this, Freila suddenly moved to Switzerland. Bo Er ridiculed in a very low voice: "Let me help you extinguish the flames of Yu Wang, let you burn it out quickly, and then get out of it, and I will teach your students for you."

However, Ribo could not hear anything, because his attention was completely attracted by the squirming finger. The feeling was so strong and wonderful that he couldn't even stand it.

After a tremor and then a tremor, Ribo lay weakly on Aljuns's body, and he felt as if his body had been emptied.

At this moment, he really can't even find the flames of yuwang, he even feels that he can't even lift his fingers.

The beautiful countess also seemed to be dead. Her face was pale and her body was like a bucket of water, completely drenched, and the sweat didn’t even have any temperature. It was extremely uncomfortable to stick to the body.

"I have already put the hot water for you, now you go take a bath, and then leave quickly, go to the prince to discuss the countermeasures, don't come back before dark, I will take care of this beauty for you "Freila's voice came from behind, with a hint of cunning and a hint of pride in his voice.

Dragging those soft legs, Ribo finally made himself stand up straight, he supported the wall and walked slowly to the bathroom.

"I must say, you are too much this time, it will make me short-lived." Ribo mumbled.

"Don't worry, just like a ship must be towed ashore and all the accumulated water can be drained for major repairs. Frequent removal of the stock that accumulates in your body will only make you more energetic." Freila said frankly.

Ribo naturally wouldn't argue about these things with Freila, he walked into the bathroom with the help of the wall.

Ribo didn't know how long he had soaked in the bathroom. He didn't even want to get up. He didn't even have the strength to apply soap.

When his will finally defeated his tired body after countless struggles, when he dragged his still weak hands and feet into the bedroom, he saw that Freila had already started her teaching.

Walking out of the room, Ribo still felt his body swaying along the way. His footsteps were as if the floor under his feet suddenly turned into a ball of cotton. Ribo could even hear the side. People faintly heard bursts of light laughter.

"Oh-my dear envoy, you actually left your room." The voice of the Count Chameleon came from the corridor next to him.

"Walking is good for health." Ribo said with a hard smile.

Count Ke Milan walked up to Ruibo quickly and approached him and said in an extremely warm tone: "Hehehe, I'm not wrong, Ali Junsi is definitely a rare stunner, the most interesting thing is, She is very energetic, but you have to worry about some body when you are with her."

Ribo could only respond to the earl's kindness with repeated nodding, and the two people walked toward the hall like friends for many years.

"By the way, Count Ke Milan, can you tell me what kind of person the imperial minister is this time?" Ribo asked.

"So your Excellency came out in the'hurry up' for this matter?" Count Ke Milan said in a little surprised.

"I just asked casually." Ribo said calmly.

However, the earl from the capital obviously did not think so. In fact, almost everyone here is convinced at this moment that this young man from the Kingdom of Francis is the most trusted and dependent think tank of His Royal Highness. He even has already It replaced the position of Master Org in the eyes of His Royal Highness, because the civil strife that swept through at this moment was about to begin, and the character possessed by Master Org obviously restricted the display of his wisdom.

"I heard that this time the imperial minister was Earl Pismak. Everyone in the Pismak family is very easy to talk. They are famous and old in the capital," said Earl Komilan.

"Then there will undoubtedly be a happy ending this time, won't you?" Ribo said lightly.

"Oh-no, what's bad is that the deputy is the Count Bigger. That's a stubborn old fellow." Count Kemiran said in a painful tone.

"Stubbornness does not necessarily mean that we will be opposed to us, does it?" Ribo asked with a smile.

"However, you have to plan for the worst. It's like a gamble. Bigger will bring us two possibilities, or make things very common, or the future will be difficult. Heavy." Count Ke Milan sighed.

"Is the Count Bigger's voice very loud?" Ribo asked in a low voice.

"Oh-yes, he has three daughters, and all of them are Palin's famous beauties. You know what that means, and his wife comes from a powerful branch of the Kane family. He himself is the guest of the Patriarch." Count Ke Milan said in detail.

"What about Earl Pismark?" Ribo continued to ask.

"Earl Pismark himself belongs to a prominent branch of the Kane family, but you should be very clear about what it means to be a good old man. They will be respected by many people, but they are absolutely impossible to have authority." Count Komiran said .

Ribo naturally understands what the words of Count Kemilan mean by just now, this may indeed become a very bad thing.

"By the way, there is another person who may have some influence. Although Baron Farmres is only fifteen years old, as the accompanying clerk, he has no right to speak at all, but he is the nephew of the owner. He is very fond of him." At this point, the chameleon-like Lord Earl looked around, then leaned into Rebo's ear and lowered his voice mysteriously and said: "There are even rumors that Famules is the owner of the family. Illegitimate child, although this is a bit sensational, but this kind of thing is not unprecedented."

Ribo naturally understands why Earl Komilan told him this. For those who have unlimited potential but are not very status at the moment, the Francis obviously knows better than the Delizhi people. treat.

Just as he was about to continue discussing this matter with Earl Komilan, he accidentally saw a wisp of purple smoke rising in the distance, which was absolutely impossible for ordinary people to see. And it was the magic powder made by Ruibo himself that created this smoke, and he gave this powder to the seamstress who had already succumbed to the incomparable joy and his psychedelic powder.

That was a sign to meet, but it also indicated that the crisis was approaching.

Looking at the rising purple smoke, Ribo became silent.

"Earl Kemilan, I suddenly remembered another important thing. Maybe I will come to look for your Excellency again during dinner time and ask you again about the imperial envoys." Ribo said suddenly. .

"Oh-the envoy must not be very familiar with everything about Monach, let me introduce you to a few restaurants." Count Ke Milan said with great enthusiasm.

Ribo's mind is no longer here at this moment, he nodded in reply.

What happened to the bottom is that it is so urgent and anxious. Ever since I came to Trizhi, everything has seemed so smooth. Too smooth also makes Ruibo feel nervous and worried. In fact, he prefers the past. This feeling of trembling, at least it will make him tense his nerves, and not suffer the fatal blow in complete relaxation.