PS: It's only 2,000 today. Because I'll go back to school tomorrow night, I've been busy these two days (tidy up and visit relatives to say goodbye). Whether there will be updates tomorrow depends on whether I can update 2,000 words tonight.
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In the vast territory of the empire, Nanling is a land full of rain. There is a slang term for Nanling, spring frost and autumn snow, which refers to the scene in Nanling. Every night in early spring and late autumn, snowflakes suddenly fall from the sky.
But at this time, Nanling was about the beginning of spring and summer, and there shouldn't be snow. But one night passed, when Adeshel opened the curtains, he was still scared by the frost white suddenly popping out under the moonlight.
Had a jump.
"Although it looks like a small thin layer, but... this is..." He held a broom in his hand and swept hard on the road for a few times. However, Adeshel found that the snow block was not like Qinlun.
She slid lightly into the dustpan. She stroked her hair, bent down and looked at it, and then she discovered the mystery.
"Miss Adeshel..." After being taken away from the broom, Rongen stood at the gate of the Duke's Mansion, looking a little helpless. She thought of the savior at random, turned her head and looked at Aofeta beside her, begging, "Maid Maid
Long… please stop Miss Adeshell.”
Aofeta nodded to the maids who were surrounded by Edishir, who were not seeing or leaving.
"Miss Adeshill, this should be done here." Although Adeshill was already calling Adeshill privately, she was very conscious and still called her with respect,"
Some of the snow has frozen on the road, so you have to use a shovel first…”
Eofeta held a shovel in his hand and knocked hard on the ice that Adesh hadn't swept away just now before signaling to Adesh: "You try again."
"Oh!" Sure enough, this time, Adesh just gently waved the broom and swept the broken ice and snow into the dustpan. Seeing this result, she jumped like a bird, "I didn't expect it would be OK
so!"
She suddenly felt that last night, she promised Aofeta to learn housework with her. She didn't expect it to be so interesting and discovered many new things that she didn't know.
"Ah Yeh!" At this moment, a sneeze suddenly came from the door. Adeshel subconsciously looked up, but saw Yiwen Ian dressed in a long coat and a hat, coming from the Duke
Walking out of the mansion.
When I saw Yiwen Ian, Aofeta instantly reacted. She put the shovel into the broom that had just been taken away by Edishil. At this time, Qinlun, who was empty-handed, put a small step.
Xiang Yiwen and Ian walked over: "Master Ian."
"Is Eofeta? Where is the snow sweeping? Oh, Edishil is here too." Hearing the maid's voice, Yiwen Ian rubbed his nose and looked at it, then couldn't help but sneeze again.
Iofeta didn't realize something strange until he got closer: "Young Master, your face..."
Yiwen Ian subconsciously touched his right cheek and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He played too much yesterday and was slapped. With his physique, he had no effect. The faint red mark kept.
It's morning.
"It's nothing. By the way, remember to find a dress for the nun. I stripped her naked and tied it to the bed."
Then Yiwen Ian himself beat the floor on the ground all night and caught a cold.
When I thought of this, Yiwen Ian was full of resentment. Damn, who knew it would snow last night?
Aofeta didn't react much to Ewen Ian's words and calmly confirmed: "Do you need to send her to the dungeon?"
Listening to Aofeta's bad tone, Yiwen Ian subconsciously shivered: "No...No, no, how do you say it... That guy is so simple that he is a little bit powerful... Just send two swordsman maids to watch her
If she wants to escape, tell her that as long as she dares to escape, I will kill prisoners, kill 10 people at one time, and kill half of them if they succeed."
"Prisoner?" Aofeta didn't react, "Can you kill half of it at one time just by one person?"
"There is only one person now." Yiwen Ian touched his nose, "When I come back, there will be a hundred."
Aofeta looked at him quietly, and finally asked nothing, nodded, took off the white scarf from his neck, put it on Yiwen Ian's neck, and tied it for him: "It's cold outside."
, be careful to keep warm.”
Yiwen Ian looked at the girl and replied with a gentle look: "Yeah."
A few meters away, Adeshel quietly pinched the broom handle in his hand.
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Yiwen Ian put his hand in his pocket and walked on the street under the night. Compared to the day, there were many people outside at night, but there were still many. The moonlight that was clear after the snow was very beautiful, even for ordinary people.
It can also be seen very clearly.
It is said that in the imperial capital and holy city on the north side of the Nanling Mountains, even at night, magic night lights can be used to illuminate the streets as bright as day, and the White Rose City cannot reach such a grand occasion.
It’s not that the technology is not enough, but Yiwen Ian feels that at present, he and Bai Qiangwei City cannot be extravagant. All the working magicians in Nanling were taken to do research and development by Yiwen Ian, or become workers or officers.
, it is impossible to provide so many magic lamps for magic power consumption; on the other hand, with the total installed capacity of the current geokinetic energy (earthquake energy) generator set in Bai Qiangwei City, it cannot support the electricity lamp consumption in the entire city.
So, the so-called good steel is used on the blade. Before the second million-watt-level generator set is officially installed, the center of electricity consumption of the entire Baiqiangwei City is mainly placed on important facilities such as the Wenning District factory.
Put on a soft flat hat and walked out of the gate of the Duke's Mansion. Yiwen Ian looked up at the navy blue night sky and walked straight toward the airport area.
Yiwen Ian did not find the figures of the black flying dragons in the night, but he knew very well that they were there, watching him, circling quietly over his head, waiting for his orders at any time.
This time, the number of Black Rose Knights who returned with the first batch of new model troops was not large, with only 12 people, barely a small team, the captain was Vincent Nesmith, the Great Swordsman of the Middle-level Truth, throughout the Black Rose
As for other recent officials, they stayed in Xinlongge City because of the need for the war to recover. After all, the new model army is just a new army that has just been established for a few years, and they are extremely lacking in high-level combat power.
Without the protection of the Black Knights, they will inevitably suffer losses from the attacks of the remnants of the Nanling Army.
When approaching the airport area, Yiwen Ian suddenly turned into a path. In the depths of the path, there was an inconspicuous bar. He pushed the door and walked in, looked up at the bartender: "For Silver Rose and Empire."
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The bartender raised the gray one-eye and looked at him, muttering vaguely: "The dawn here is quiet."
"This film is actually a bad shot."
After taking the note handed over by the bartender, Yiwen Ian walked out through the back door.
Walking out of the back door of the hotel, he patted the paper ash left on his hand because the note burned out, reconfirmed the direction, and walked into the shadows of night.
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The bartender looked at Yiwen Ian's back disappearing behind the door, and turned his head and stared at the door for a while. After confirming that he did not follow Yiwen Ian, he put a paper lantern on the bar that "suspended business" and opened it.
I walked in from the door curtains in the bar room.
"The connector has left."
He lowered his head and reported to the person in front of him.
"Oh..." The man, dressed in black and like a crow, responded softly, as if he suddenly remembered, looked up at the bartender, "What does that person look like?"
"Black hair, black eyes, about 1.8 meters, looks very young." The bartender replied.
"Hmph..." Withdrew his gaze, the man snorted coldly, "That kid still likes to take risks himself as always, sooner or later he will suffer a loss on this."
"So do we want..." the bartender gestured.
"Let him go." The man lowered his head and focused his attention on the game called [chess] in front of him. "In this White Rose City, no one can kill him."