"Here, here are ten gold coins."

Xiwei handed the money bag to the down-and-out noble.

The nobleman was a middle-aged man who only had a pair of thermal underwear and long johns on him. He was shivering in the cold wind at the moment. He happily took the money from Xiwei and opened the money bag like a beggar.

Counted carefully.

"My family is gone, my fields are gone, my wife is gone, and my title is gone. Is it worth it?"

Xiwei gave the nobleman a funny look.

He had more than ten gold coins before?

"I'm just unlucky!" The middle-aged noble raised his head and glanced at Xiwei, but he quickly noticed the contempt and disdain in Xiwei's eyes. Such a look was like a thorn, making his blood rush to his chest.

Face: "Damn it! Do you look down on me? When I was lucky, you didn't see it. Now that I'm down, everyone laughs at me! Okay! Just wait! I already have the capital to turn around!

"

The middle-aged nobleman shouted, shaking the money bag in his hand loudly.

"Wait! I will take back everything that belongs to me!"

I don’t know who I am talking to anymore.

The middle-aged nobleman hugged his shoulders and braved the cold wind to re-enter Dragon Fire City. Now he wanted to use ten gold coins to wrestle with fate.

The two of them watched the figure of the middle-aged noble gradually disappear into the crowd of Dragon Fire City. Bai Yao, who was standing next to Xi Wei, looked confused:

"I really don't know what's worth gambling on... Besides, he was a nobleman before. He already lived a life of ample food and clothing. Why does he have to come out for excitement?"

"Because the bad nature of human beings is baseness and greed." Xiwei sneered: "Even if many men have beautiful and virtuous wives, if they meet a free prostitute outside, they will still choose to unbuckle their belts. Some people

Although he has a prosperous life, he always wants more and is never satisfied."

"Then are you such a person?" Bai Yao looked at Xiwei warily.

"Would you undo your belt without hesitation when you meet someone for free?"

"No." Xiwei denied flatly.

"Why? Aren't you human?"

"Because I am the king."

"Isn't the king a human being?"

"……Shut up."

"Why?" Bai Yao refused to give up.

Xiwei glanced at Bai Yao, then picked up the largest chicken drumstick from the stall selling roasted chicken legs and stuffed it into Bai Yao's mouth.

"Boss, how much is it?"

"Well, just give me two copper coins..."

…

…

After having a chicken drumstick in his mouth, Bai Yao's cock-sucking machine finally stopped.

Xiwei stored the carriage at the gate guard of Dragon Fire City.

He decided to take Bai Yao, a beautiful girl, around Longhuo City to experience the feeling of a private visit in private. It would be best if he could also encounter some of the show-off and slap-in-the-face scenes in novels.

For example, when a dandy sees a white harrier, he steps forward to tease her.

Another example is that he hoped that someone would accidentally step on the foot of a noble young master.

Then there will be something to beat the little ones, and then there will be such a wonderful plot, just thinking about it is so heart-wrenching~

With this thought in mind, Xiwei walked around. White Harrier held him with one hand, and the other hand was filled with various snacks, and there was a bunch of grilled chicken wings hanging on the wings.

Just as he was leading the white harrier through a newly built and slightly grand-looking small courtyard.

The courtyard gate suddenly opened.

Two men who looked like servants carried a cloth bag and threw it to the side of the street like trash. Next to it was a stinking ditch. Several rats who were in a meeting were so scared that they ran away with their heads in their hands.

Xiwei felt that something was wrong.

He walked around to the cloth bag and found that what was wrapped inside was a dying woman covered in blood.

Seeing that she is also wearing silk clothes, she must have a high status in the family.

But why did it end up like this?

White Harrier observed even more carefully.

She found a young figure shrinking next to the woman.

That was a dead child.

It looks like she has just been born, but her body seems not fully developed.

This is a premature baby.

Xiwei knew that the Winter Empire was a newly established empire.

Many new laws have not yet been implemented in other cities, or are not implemented in place.

This has resulted in the current imbalanced state in which only Winter City is relatively developed.

For example, although he has conquered Mayton and Kalanli, the mission system's evaluation of the Winter Empire has only changed from "a mess" to "turbulent".

But as a king, he could not go from town to town to inspect them one by one.

This requires him to continue to develop the comprehensive strength of the entire empire, liberate the thoughts of the civilians, and promote more advanced culture to form a new custom in the empire.

But now that things have happened to him.

He couldn't just leave it alone.

This woman is still breathing. It's important to save others first.

Fortunately, although he and Bai Yao didn't know how to heal, he carried a lot of fountains of life with him.

…

…

"I...am I dead?"

Fia opened her eyes in confusion.

As far as the eye can see is a gray ceiling.

This is a very simple room. Most hotels in Dragon Fire City have this style. A pot of green plants by the window sways in the wind, and the sunlight pouring down brings a touch of warmth.

She could smell the cashmere in the quilt on her body.

"My...my child!"

Fia opened the quilt, but did not see her child. Suddenly, she remembered that her child was dead. At the moment of birth, there was no chance of being blessed by the priest, and it just withered.

Then she was beaten up and thrown out of the house by her husband, the cruel wealthy businessman.

Yes, she was indeed born prematurely.

But it's not her fault.

In a daze, the scenes from three days ago resurfaced in her mind.

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…

"The priest said that the blood of pregnant women can indeed cure the curse on Alana. Please continue to contribute a little more!" The man stood at the door of the room, folding his arms and speaking in a cold tone.

"Sir, it's been more than eight months now. I have often asked for my blood before, but Alana has not improved at all. Now that the baby is about to be born, let's wait..." She retorted timidly.

"What's wrong with asking for some blood from you?" The man frowned, with a look of impatience on his face. Alana was his precious lover, and she was not comparable to this fat, ugly woman with a big belly on the bed.

"Elana's curse requires continuous treatment." He shouted: "Stop talking nonsense! Come on, let's bleed!"

Two servants walked into the room with long needles and a basin. One of them held her up while the other squatted in front of her to look for the blood vessels on her thighs.

"No! Please, I will die if I do this. Every time I bleed, my wound will take a long time to heal. The bleeding cannot be stopped. I have a hunch that both I and the child will die if I do this! Let it go.

Me!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice pitiful and sad.

But what she received was a slap in the face and a threatening look from the man.

"You can curse yourself to death!"

The man pulled her hair fiercely:
Chapter completed!