Normally, when a qualified ruler has riots at the bottom of the people in his territory, what he needs to do is not a more severe blow, but self-examination and improve the living standards of the people at the bottom of the group, at least
Two meals and one night, and there is a warm nest...
Even if you don't treat slaves and civilians as human beings, you should still be like a beekeeper who raises bees to cut them. Ten layers of bees must always leave three or four layers for bees to eat, one size fits the size of the bees.
Nine floors, the **bee will also riot, but unfortunately, Mahler Gordon's third son George Gordon is like his father, not a good person, and with Leon Rommel behind him
The induction of the law will naturally not make any wise decisions, such as ordering the nobles to guard slaves more severely, and orders such as civilians prohibiting assembly...
"Hisser Don Quixote," Li Ang's voice was still in that villa, with a hint of helplessness, "Why do you always have something to do? You look even busier than me."
Don Quixote, holding a large newspaper in his hand, shrugged, "The man is too handsome, there is no way, haha, just kidding, this time the Harpists Alliance has helped me a lot, and they do the opposite.
I have no way to refuse, and I have to give George Gordon a period of execution anyway, just give yourself a vacation and have a good rest. You should know that after the uprising, you can
It was completely exposed to the world's eyes, and I had no chance to rest."
“….”
After Don Quixote left, there was only one Li Ang in the villa who leaned against the sofa and threw his legs on the coffee table together. It seemed that this was a habit of the Rommel family, which was that they liked to put their feet on the table.
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The expressionless Li Ang seemed to be thinking about something, but in fact he wanted to notify Arthur Pandeli through the fragments of his soul in his mind, because the order left by Pandeli at the beginning was any new thing about Don Quixote.
Everything that happened and he didn't know was to find an opportunity to report. First send a signal through the soul fragments, and then meet in an old place. This time, the same is true. Report the extraordinary relationship between Don Quixote and the Harpist Alliance.
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But unfortunately, it failed again. Just like the last time when Don Quixote took his family to leave the Sixth Ring Base together, he also reported it once, but it was also a failure and he did not get a response twice in a row.
It also made Li Ang feel a little confused. Could it be that the guy had some accident or death?
As smart as Li Ang naturally knew that his own strength and his fate were ultimately in the hands of that person. After all, no one wanted his fate to be controlled by others. Of course, Li Ang just thought about it, relying on
His understanding of that person would not be so easy even if he wanted to die.
"Oh~" Li Ang curled his lips, just as Don Quixote said, he was lying on the sofa, ready to take a serious rest. Obviously he was thinking about it. Anyway, for him, if there was no Asia,
The power given to him by Se Pandeli, perhaps he had died in the Sky City, and every extra day of life since then was profitable for him. If that is the case, why bother me? It would be better to put all the money
All his energy is spent on building a brand new country, and of course he also needs to kill the Oerman royal family. In this way, even if he dies, he will die without regrets.
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"Pandre, my dear," Yulia held a wooden bowl in her hand, which contained a kind of soup that emitted a burst of fragrance. "Come on, drink this."
"Okay, Aunt Yulia," Arthur Pandeli sighed slightly, picked up the bowl of soup and drank it all, and ignored the signals sent by Li Ang. Now, for her,
Everything that has been arranged for more than ten years has been destroyed by Don Quixote because of the most important key turning points, and the remaining forces are just dispensable, whether it is Li Ang, Persian, or
She was the saint in the temple who had already escaped her control, and she was too lazy to care about it.
The only thing that can attract her is the luck that those seeds can bring. However, according to the current situation, she no longer has any chance to swallow those seeds. In the Elf Sequin Yulia, she will never leave her step.
If the injury is cured in the future, Don Quixote will definitely take her to her side. After having an excuse this time, with her understanding of that man, she will definitely take her away very hard and not allow her to resist.
Then she would have no chance to get close to those seeds.
Of course, the only good news is that if the seed dies, luck will be passed on. For Arthur Pandri, who intends to fight a protracted battle with Don Quixote, luck will come later, and maybe it will be
A good thing may not be necessary..
"Dear?" Yulia, who was sitting by the bed, looked at Arthur Pandli, who was a little dazed, and gently rubbed her face with her two warm hands, "I know, you must be missing Tang Ji.
Mr. Jote, right?"
"No..." Arthur Pandli's answer was straightforward, but it was very consistent with her original surname. However, perhaps she had experienced a great death and even if she turned her face to the other side, Yulia could still see it
The irresponsible aunt giggled, and of course she untied the clothes on Arthur Pandeli, so she naturally checked the scars on her chest and the repair ability of the half-elf.
It is also very outstanding. Basically, every day, the scars will disappear slightly, and it will disappear completely in no time.
"But, Lord Don Quixote told me to be careful of you. When your heart can return to its past level, he will come back to pick you up. Before that, you can stay here with peace of mind.
Hi ~~”
"Hu~" It seemed that he couldn't stand the ridicule of his aunt. Arthur Pandri threw the wooden bowl on the table with a cold face, then curled up with a quilt, and no longer paid attention to Yulia...
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In the deep mountains with thick snow, there is a small wooden house. Usually, this kind of wooden house is where people who go to the mountains to hunt, but because it is winter, it is already empty, which is cheap.
Jote used wind-type spell to clean up the dust in the room, and then created a fireplace. The blazing flames made the room much warmer.
Don Quixote, who was sitting next to the fireplace, took out the leaf and transported a trace of spiritual energy into it according to the way Arrilia gave it to her. After a while, the leaf slowly fell on the floor of the wooden house.
, an elf ancient tree that almost reached the height of the roof was transformed, making this somewhat stuffy house much fresher in an instant.
Of course, Don Quixote ran here from afar and even lied to deceive Li Ang. The only purpose was to not want him to know the relationship between him and Evan. Although the two had never met before, this was also true.
It is a big and small trump card, and after all, it is a strong man at the level of the Dharma God. Unless it is necessary, normal people will not do such meaningless things in front of the enemy.
Don Quixote still has some impression of this tree. He once saw this tree in the memory of the ancestor's soul, but that one was much larger than this one. After a faint green light, it was also a little bit
The familiar pure-blooded elf named Evan walked out of the trunk. She was still very simple and even somewhat out of the times. For example, it was like Don Quixote was wearing modern casual clothes, and Evan
It’s like wearing ancient Hanfu, and the visual contrast is still very strong.
"Yuan, Lord Evan," Don Quixote stood up very gentlemanly and owed slightly to the powerful and beautiful female surname.
It seems that because of the erosion of the power of the ancient tree, Evan's eyes were already dark green. She did not return the gift, but looked at Don Quixote with a smile, "Chaya mentioned you to me, it's amazing
What happened, little guy?"
Holding Don Quixote's stretched out hand, with his support, Evan sat in a chair under the tree, "Running again?"
"Well," Don Quixote sighed, telling Evan the whole story.
"It's really a cunning woman," Evan seemed a little unwilling to give up after a long time, but he was helpless. After all, this enemy was too powerful. "It seems that Xia Ya's revenge is difficult to avenge."
"Not necessarily," Don Quixote, who was sitting on the bench, leaning forward, his arms leaning on his own, one left and one right, staring at the firelight jumping in the fireplace, "
Judging from her last plan, she had paused the plan to destroy the world and turned her attention to me. So, as long as I am still alive, I think we will meet again, and there will be a chance that will happen.
You can decide the winner in one day.”
"Did she hate you so much?" Evan showed a curious expression. "Although this woman is a little crazy, I feel that she shouldn't be that kind of emotional person..."
"You may not believe it," Don Quixote shrugged, "It seems that there is an invisible thread between me and her, and they will always meet inexplicably. She is really god and me.
There is a big relationship, but every time I will be forced to stand on the opposite side of her by chance, so the hatred becomes bigger and bigger. I guess she seems to have discovered this, our ability people have such a causal line
I still believe that there is such a deep bond between me and her. Unless one of them dies, the other will never be able to live in peace..."
"Bond...I know this," Evan chuckled a few times, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, "I know Xia Ya so well. At that time, during that time in Xia Ya, no matter what I did.
All things happened, I could meet that guy by chance... I remember that at that time I was still a young elf and beat several nobles in the Shaya Empire. As a result, one of them was a royal family, and Shaya came,
But he didn't teach me a lesson, but punished the royal family and asked him to apologize to me. At that time, I thought, this man is so handsome..." Evan did not continue to say it. Obviously, some things are still not good.
Telled to strangers once.
"Although it's a bit self-deception," Don Quixote raised his warm teacup, "it's also a very happy thing to have good memories."
"Maybe," Evan smiled bitterly, "If it's really what you said, plant this leaf in your base to help you build a defensive barrier, and you can't avenge Shaya,
At least I can protect his only descendant now. Moreover, if I have time, I will come over to have a little consciousness and talk to his descendants. Don’t you know if you welcome it?"
"Of course," a hint of surprise flashed in Don Quixote's eyes, but then he felt relieved. For Evan, she did this to make her feel better and unable to avenge her beloved.
In my heart, Don Quixote is the best understanding.
"Your ** I will plant it in the element pool of the base. Following those magical circuits, you can control the entire base. And, I wonder if you are interested in becoming a teacher at our Sixth Ring Base? If you can use it
Your profound knowledge occasionally comes to our members to teach you, and that’s really a matter of no need.”
"Teacher?" Evan thought for a moment and nodded, "It is definitely not possible to be full-time, but if there is nothing wrong with Yueying Island, it would be better to teach those students occasionally. It would be a bit boring if you stay alone for a long time. Of course,
," said Evan half-jokingly patted Don Quixote on the shoulder, and finally revealed the charity that only the leader of the Harpist Alliance would have. "You are going to give me a reward."
“….”
"However, I don't want to reveal my identity," Evan Shui Lingling blinked, "What should I call myself?"
"Well... I accidentally picked up a tree species with an ancient aura in the magic market, and then accidentally got you out. What do you think...Oh!" (To be continued.