[Verne County]

[Oak Town]

[Majiya Manor]

In the evening, the "Wolf Cavalry" briefly visited Majiya Manor.

Before it could get dark, another rich man in Oak Town, Mikhail, who was a big belly, ran into the gate of Majiya Manor with his belt, crying and shouting.

"Ouch..." Mikhail, who was already middle-aged, snot and tears, and held Lao Ma Jiya's hand without dignity and kept howling: "What should I do now! Ouch!"

Ma Jiya's family looked at each other, but they didn't know how to comfort each other.

Because Lao Majiya, who is a "free man", also encountered everything Mikhail, who is a "free man".

The wolf cavalry representing the will of the blood wolf came and asked Matiya Milok to fulfill his glorious obligation to be a "free man" - but it was an obligation that he had never fulfilled; at the same time enjoyed the right to be a "free man" - of course, it was also a right he had never enjoyed.

They asked Lao Ma Jiya to leave as soon as possible and be sure to arrive in Maple Stone City within the first week of July to attend the All-Liberals Congress.

"It's a sin! I'm really a sin! I'm obsessed with it!" Mikhail, who was also asked to attend the meeting, burst into tears and regretted: "Why... why did I spend money to buy this free man's hat! Now this broken hat! But I'm going to kill me! Ahhh!"

"Uncle Mikhail." Little Ma Jiya deliberately bit the pronunciation of "Uncle". Seeing that the arrogant and arrogant black-hearted timber merchants are so disobedient, he couldn't help but sarcastic: "That was not what you said when you first became a 'free man'. You showed off to my father at the township meeting!"

Mikhail was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then hugged Lao Majiya's thigh and howled even louder.

Lao Ma Jiya used his eyes to stop his youngest son from continuing to spread salt on the timber merchant's wounds, and then waved his hand to signal the others to leave the living room.

The old servant Tasso was the first to leave. He glanced at the timber dealer with contempt, then spat hard on the ground, leaving the room without looking back.

Little Ma Jiya also learned Old Tasso's movements, and clumsyly spat outside the carpet, chasing Old Tasso and ran out.

After sending a glass of calm wine to the timber dealer, Ma Jiya glanced at her husband worriedly, wrapped her shawl tightly and returned to the second floor.

Mikhail drank all the wine in his cup in one sip, and only after everyone else left did he express his true intention.

"Brother Majiya... Old Brother Majiya..." Mikhail sobbed and asked, "You! You are the person I respect the most. You said, what... what, should we go? Or not?"

"Freeman Conference." Lao Majiya paused for a moment, and her face still had a granite-like expression: "Every 'freeman' must go."

Mikhail cried and said, "There are always people who can't go?"

"This time is the Free People's Congress of Xinkendi. I'm afraid that all the 'free people' in the province have been notified. What you want to do must be a major event about the entire province." Lao Ma Jiya asked: "If you don't want to go, why do you have to spend money to buy this title?"

In the Republic of Paratu, free people do not refer to "free people", but people with the right to vote and be elected. Free people can hold public office, speak first at the meeting of townspeople and villagers, and become members of the local and even higher-level parliament.

But it is not an easy thing to become a "free man". Unless you have made military achievements, you can only buy it for money.

Lao Majiya's identity as a freeman comes from military merits, while timber merchant Mikhail spent a lot of money to get it.

"How could I know this happen today?" Mikhail regretted it. He asked tremblingly: "All the 'people' in the new land are going? Then... how many people are there?"

"Hundreds of people." Lao Ma Jiya answered dysfunctionally: "The new land will not exceed one thousand people."

After learning that his title was even rarer than he thought, Mikhail inexplicably felt a little proud and joyful.

But when Mikhail thought that it was this title that made him fall into his mouth, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"No." Mikhail asked in tears: "Can you do it?"

Lao Ma Jiya thought about it and replied seriously: "I don't count on this."

"Then, that...I'm sick!"

Mikhail suddenly felt excited. He pulled up his trouser legs, exposed his short and thick calves, searched around in the living room, and finally chose a vase.

He picked up the vase, gestured to his legs, and shouted with a blunt face: "I, I... My leg broke! I can't go out! Isn't it okay?"

"Yes." Lao Ma Jiya's response only had one nasal sound.

Mikhail gritted his teeth and gestured for a long time, but he couldn't do it. After repeated several times, his full emotions disappeared in an instant. He fell to the ground softly, like a semen that had been drained.

"How can I live!" The timber merchant covered his fat face and cried sadly: "I just gave birth to a daughter! How can she live without me!"

Lao Ma Jiya silently took the vase that his wife loved very much from the timber dealer and carefully put it back in place.

Mikhail suddenly hugged Lao Ma Jiya's thigh again and asked incoherently: "Blood Wolf... Blood Wolf doesn't want to kidnap us, right? Call all the rich people in the new land and make a spoonful of stew! I heard that he has all kinds of tortures! Ahhhh! Why is he so cruel! How can I stand it!"

Lao Ma Jiya asked in confusion: "How did you know that Lord Blood Wolf has all kinds of torture?"

"I... heard from people." Mikhail took a snot hard and added: "But the person I told me had seen the blood wolf with his own eyes. He said the blood wolf had green faces and fangs, and was ferocious..."

Lao Ma Jiya tried hard to recall the young faces who sold new plows to him, and she could not be associated with the green face and fangs and the vicious spirits.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Old Blood Wolf." Lao Ma Jiya instinctively corrected the timber dealer: "It's not what you said."

Mikhail suddenly felt spirited: "Brother...you...you have seen the blood wolf."

Old Ma Jiya nodded slowly.

"He he... how is he?" Mikhail asked hurriedly: "Is he just? Is he kind? Is he as cruel as they said?"

At the end of the question, the timber dealer had already cried: "He... is he kidnapped..."

Lao Ma Jiya thought about it for a long time, but could not find a suitable word to describe the Blood Wolf. Although I had only met for a short time, the things conveyed by the young leader to Lao Ma Jiya were not simply explained in one word or one sentence, and Lao Ma Jiya didn't know how to explain it to Mikhail.

After thinking about it for a while, Old Ma Jiya solemnly said: "I will go."

Mikhaildo howled for a while before he realized what Lao Ma Jiya said. In an instant, all his tears and snot were held back: "What did you say?"

"I will attend the All-Liberty Conference." Old Majiya paused: "I want to listen, what Lord Montane wants to say."

Mikhail stood there in a daze.

At this moment, another voice floated miserably from the gate of the manor: "Ahhhh! Old Brother Ma Jiya! But what should I do! I can't survive anymore!"

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[Fengshi City]

[Officers' residential area]

Some people are unwilling to go, but some are willing to come.

After receiving the notice, Gillard Mitchell and Ellen Mitchell, who were far away in Wolf Town, set off immediately, and even arrived in Maple Stone City earlier than many "free people" near Vorne County.

Currently, the Mitchells are visiting Pierre's residence.

The residential area of ​​the former Xinkendi Legion headquarters is located in the best area of ​​Fengshicheng. Standing at the door, you can see the bell tower of Fengshicheng Cathedral. Open the window and you will see the quiet flowing Anya River.

The building complex composed of a group of apartments is itself an independent community, guarded by walls and guards, private and quiet. The construction of each apartment itself is also very cost-effective.

Old Mitchell looked at the entire apartment inside and out, and finally one word popped up: "Good."

Then, he glanced at his son again, snorted, and said, "It's better than our house."

"You are joking, dad." Pierre hurriedly surrendered, and he looked at his mother with help: "Mitchell Manor is always the best."

Mrs. Mitchell, holding Pierre, looked at her husband gently and smiled. Gillard Mitchell stopped playing tricks with her son.

"Thank you all the hard way." Pierre, who had temporarily escaped from his father's attack, opened the cabinet and searched for traces of the bottle: "It's definitely not easy to come here so quickly."

He had just moved in to this house not long ago, and even because he was always traveling outside, he had never lived here for a few days, and he lacked the awareness of a "master".

"It's not hard at all, it's easier than when I was young." Gillard carefully sat on the soft chair covered with hooks and looked at the furnishings in the living room: "We came in the new carriage of the public. We had people arranged food and accommodation all the way, and we arrived at the place just like we were having fun."

Pierre finally found the target and asked his mother while walking back: "Is that true? Mom."

Mrs. Mitchell nodded with a smile.

"That's good." Pierre poured wine for his father, and introduced: "These houses were originally officers of the New Reclamation Legion. After taking over Maple Stone City, Lord Montane reassigned them to us."

Gillard took the wine glass but refused to drink it. He asked with concern: "In this way, are you finally a real officer?"

"We...we, the subordinates of His Excellency Montagne, are in a special situation." Pierre explained patiently and restrainedly: "As far as I know, you are discussing with other 'reconstruction preparatory committee members' how to incorporate our ranks and positions into the original system."

As he said that, Pierre smiled embarrassedly: "But, you know, if we follow the old rules directly, many of us can be "school officials". So... this matter is still under negotiation."

Hearing his son's words, Gillard sighed half relieved and half disappointed: "It seems that it will be my turn to salute you in the future."

Pierre quickly held back his father's self-esteem: "How could that be!? Dad, you will always be my 'supervisor'."

"Let's have a drink." Gillard picked up the bottle and poured some wine for his son: "Pierre."

"I am honored." Pierre took the wine glass respectfully.

Gillard looked at each other with his wife and replied seriously: "It's also my honor."

At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the stairs. Scarlett with short hair ran into the living room from the second floor like a gust of wind, and loudly announced: "I want to live in the second largest room!"

Mrs. Michelle, Pierre's newlywed wife, hugged her daughter and followed her with a smile in her eyes and walked slowly down the stairs.

On the way, the Mitchells also brought their daughter-in-law and youngest daughter in Revodan.

Pierre replied mercilessly: "You live in the smallest room."

"Stingy." Scarlett grimaced and said contemptuously: "I knew you must leave the good things for yourself."

"The second bedroom is reserved for my sister and brother-in-law, and the master bedroom is reserved for my father and mother." Pierre glanced at his parents and then looked at his wife: "Amelie and I will live outside."

"Will Fanny and Alex come too?" Ellen unconsciously covered her chest.

"Yes." Pierre held his mother's hand: "Brother-in-law will come. I asked someone to send a letter to my brother-in-law and asked him to bring his sister with him."
To be continued...