When the morning dew was evaporated by the sunlight, Lyle knocked on the gate of Borui Manor. The lame gatekeeper looked impatient, but he still maintained basic politeness. After confirming Lyle's purpose, he asked him to wait outside the door.

Because of Relf's sick leave, he lost the opportunity to attend. In his spare time, Lyle was just ready.

My savings are almost gone.

There were only three Oliu given to Mr. Dragon in his pocket, and he planned to exchange for some Yule. So, he thought of his only noble friend, Kevin Bori. Oliu, as a Roman glory, is a good collection and decoration. He is loved by the nobles. It can be said to be synonymous with his nobleness. Lyle believes that Kevin will give himself a suitable price. Even if he has no demand, he will not mind and help Lyle introduce a good buyer.

Not long after, the gate of Borui Manor was officially opened, like a small city gate, allowing two horses to enter in parallel.

The familiar Kevin sat on a brown horse, dark green leather coat, golden shawl curly hair and ponytail.

Kevin saw Lyle at his feet, smiled at him, and rolled over and dismounted without any signs of riding as he said three months ago.

Behind him, a man in a chain mail was riding a horse, carrying arrows and hunting bows in his saddle pocket. He sat on the horse, looking at this side with a high posture due to vision problems.

That was the knight of the Borui family, and his behavior was not disrespectful. The nobles had the habit of riding horses and never getting off the horses in the middle. They believed that staying outside the destination meant setbacks and changes in the itinerary. Therefore, when a nobles encountered a blockage on a road trip, they usually chose to detour or bump over when they thought they could.

Kevin is an exception. This kind of behavior of getting off the horse just after leaving the house is criticized, but he doesn't care, because there are generally no higher-level people around him. The reason he gives is also very real, looking down at people, and his neck hurts.

"Haha, Crime Nemesis, did you come to me for a trip after reasoning that I was going to hunt?" It seems that Kevin already knew about being a sheriff.

Hunting activities were prevalent in the Middle Ages, and the noble lords were very enthusiastic about this sport. This was a good opportunity to maintain a fighting spirit and show force. The game and rare fur trophy were also sought after by people. Gradually, hunting became a social activity for the upper class. As a noble, you can be in politics and you can be careless about the details. As long as you use a good bow, there will still be someone to pursue you. The best season for hunting is in late autumn, but occasionally in summer. Of course, there will be much less prey. The dense vegetation covers and the lack of fat prey are all reasons.

The church also loves this kind of activity very much, but their hunting targets are convicted pagans or heretics, as well as the witch hunting that has recently become popular. More than a decade ago, dragon hunting may have been popular.

"It would be great if you could accompany me. I would have to participate in more than a dozen hunting activities in the fall. Practice more now so that I can't make jokes. If you are here, Lyle, then I'm not the worst person." Kevin smiled, his blonde reflected the charm of the sun.

"Little civilians, you can't compare with Mr. Kevin. Hunting is impossible. I can't ride a horse. There's something else I'm here. Kevin, do you know Oliu?"

"I know," Kevin touched his chin, and he began to grow his beard. It seemed that Baron Bore had prepared a lot of blind dates for his wild boy. "My father probably has a box of that thing, but I can't bring it out. He is so cute that I can only take a few glances. I can't touch it. Sorry, Lyle, I may not be able to satisfy your curiosity."

"No, I mean, here, there are some Oliu who wants to get rid of it. You know, I'm short of money, but it's too ostentatious to use Oliu."

"No!" Kevin's voice rose a few degrees, "Where did you come from Oliu?"

"Well...my friend gave it to me."

Kevin patted Lyle on the shoulder, "Sure enough, I didn't misjudgment. Lyle, I'm promising, I've risen so quickly. It seems that I'm no longer your thickest thigh. I feel a little disappointed. Where is Oliu? Show me and touch me again, hurry up, I haven't touched it yet."

"Is there anything you want to touch? Isn't it just gold?" Lyle complained casually and handed him an Orio.

"Tsk, it seems like you have touched gold. The thing you have touched the most gold thing. If nothing unexpected happens, it is the golden retriever on my head," Kevin took the gold coin. "It's true, just like the Oliu I've seen, it's really an ancient Roman gold coin." Kevin's hand rubbed on it, as if he wanted to engrave the touch in the palm of his hand.

"Lyle, how many do you want to change?"

"I don't have a few of them either." After all, it was a scholarship given by Mr. Giant Dragon. It was not good to spend it. Keep one for memorial.

"I said Lyle, are you really a nobleman?"

"Why do you think I must have been a nobleman if I take Orio?"

"Maybe you don't know much about Oliu, so I'll say a few more words to you."

"As an ancient Roman gold coins, although the volume of Oliu was issued at that time, it was no longer implemented as the currency of the empire. In other words, the quantity was limited. With the stockpiling and collection of nobles, there were few circulating outside. Now, it is almost impossible to be contacted by civilians. This is also the reason why my father treasures them. Oliu is the gold coins of the nobles, so the one who will hand over Oliu to you is definitely a great noble, and the title will not be lower than my father. At the baron level, if there are five hundred Oliu, even if the family background is prominent."

"Is there no other way to get Oliu?"

"Yes, Oliu is a noble gold coin, and the dead nobles are also nobles. They will also regard Oliu as a burial object. This is also the reason why it is becoming increasingly scarce. Some people, even if they die, are unwilling to let go. I think you don't have the courage to dig the noble's ancestral graves."

"By the way, there may be a declining nobleman, but how declining the other person will trade Oliu for you. Can you get one percent of the declining nobleman? Or do you think you have met a declining nobleman in a desperate situation, and your medical skills can help him? Isn't that an idiot? He went to the church directly and asked for a blessing, isn't it much better than being knived by you?"

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In this way, Mr. Giant Dragon is also a great nobleman, and his extravagant cup is either rich or noble.

"Okay, even if I find the Golden Thigh, what about it? Will the two Oliu be replaced?"

"Switch! But Lyle, I'll give you a suggestion. Why don't you give me these two coins first and I'll give you the money another day. If you exchange them with me, it's definitely better for you to exchange them with my father. My capital is limited, and I will find a way to make my father bleed. Since you have satisfied my dream of touching Oliu, I can't let you suffer any loss."

"Are you just cheating on me?"

"What are you saying? When I inherit the title, those are mine. I just used some of them in advance. This is an investment in you. After all, you have great potential."

"Thank you, Kevin."

"Hehe, actually, I'm a little selfish. My old guy kept muttering in my ears, saying that I was ignorant, went to a medical school, and made friends with me. I took Oliu back and blinded him, so that he could understand how good my vision was!"

"Well, then I'll bother you, Kevin."

"Okay." Kevin took another gold coin and kept it properly. "In a few days, within three days, I will go to your house to send you money."

"OK."
Chapter completed!