At this moment, Todd's voice sounded again: "Have you finished sorting out?! After sorting out, shut up! Let you sort out, and you actually told me it! Is the greedy girl?!"
Upon hearing this, the group of people surrounding Carter couldn't help but stand in panic.
He raised his head, straightened his chest, closed his abdomen, held the spear on the ground, and held it straight, but Emerson felt a little unsatisfied. He had known that Carter knew so much, so he would have asked him earlier.
Yiwen Ian sometimes wonders, as a modern person, can he really adapt to the life of clothes, food, and everything he needs to be served. Even when he dresses and sleeps, he needs people to warm up first before sending people to his life?
Finally, after thinking about it all, he still felt that unless he was really lazy to a certain extent, in order to maintain proper safety, he would do some things within his ability...
Tsk... You don't understand the delicate feelings of the only child...
Pushing open the window, breathing the cold air, looking up sadly at the first ray of morning light suddenly appearing on the edge of the sky at a 45-degree angle, Yiwen Ian sighed softly—
“It’s so fucking cold.”
The geographical environment of Nanling is somewhat like the Mexican Basin in his previous life. Although it is located in the south, the altitude is surprisingly high. In addition, the cycle of sunrise and sunset is as long as a week. The temperature before dawn is always the coldest. It is obviously a few degrees Celsius in the summer, which is completely unimaginable in Yiwen Ian's previous life.
He was dressed properly and returned to his usual uniform uniforms of the military constitutional officer. Yiwen Ian added a short vest on his body. Today, he was no longer moving on the main parade platform for 6 hours. For him, who had been exhausted by the Magic Book for many years, it was not a joke.
He put on a flat hat, put on a mask, and put the Republican emblem on his chest. Yiwen Ian pushed open the door and walked out of the room. Aofeta had been waiting at the door for a long time.
"Aofeta, I have said it many times. At this time, you don't have to wait for me on purpose, just wait in the restaurant."
However, the white-haired maid just walked up and habitually sorted out the collar for Yiwen Ian: "Young Master Ian, you always have minor negligence in the places you didn't notice. There are many guests in the Duke's Mansion today. If it is inappropriate for them to see, then I, the maid, have not fulfilled my responsibilities."
Hearing Aofeta's explanation, Yiwen Ian shrugged helplessly.
After the maid's instrument inspection, Yiwen Ian walked into the restaurant with Eofeta and said to An to the person who had arrived in advance: "Good morning, everyone."
"Yiwen, today is not as casual as usual. You say this a bit too casually." Feldnan, who was sitting on the main seat, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth indifferently, and said slowly to Yiwen Ian in a very majestic tone.
"Are you casual? I think it's okay. It should be said that you are too serious, Dad. Today is obviously Mulin Festival, but you sit here with a stern face. Don't you feel that the atmosphere is too cold?"
Listening to Yiwen Ian's arrogant words, Crael's waiter, who was already sitting at the dining table, suddenly burst into cold sweat. Even though they were used to speaking casually with Yiwen Ian, this was the first time they had a meal at the Duke's Mansion. Facing the famous Nanling Grand Duke, after asking good morning to sit down, he did not dare to raise his head. He silently recited the noble dining etiquette in his heart a hundred times, lying on the dining table and chewing carefully, he didn't dare to make any noise, let alone talking to Feldnan so carelessly.
"Is this what..." But what they never expected was that after listening to Iven Ian's words, Feldnan nodded and said, "Then I'll eat later."
Then...and then...there's a lot...there's the seat!
What made Crael, Pernard and others even more frightened was that after Feldnan left the seat, the Shirley woman who had always been known for being kind also stood up and looked at them and smiled gently: "I'm almost done, you eat slowly. Yiwen doesn't have many noble friends in normal times, so you don't have to care about me and the Grand Duke. Just treat the Duke's Mansion as your own home."
Madam! If you really think we can treat the Duke's Mansion as our home, then why are you leaving the table? Madam! Isn't this obviously impossible?!
Crael and others wailed in pain in their hearts. When Yiwen Ian came, he drove the noble Grand Duke of Nanling and Duchess out in front of them. No matter how disrespectful they were, they would have to be terrified and trepidated!
At this time, Yiwen Ian was the only one who had the ability to speak. He didn't dare to be so arrogant about Shirley: "Auntie Shirley, you don't have to worry about them..."
Shirley waved her hand with a smile: "No, Iriel hasn't gotten up yet, I'll call her, alas... It would be great if Adeshel was still there, then I won't have to run this trip..."
Looking at Shirley's departure back, Yiwen Ian turned his head a little stiffly: "...I think I seem to have annoyed Aunt Shirley..."
Facing the sad face of Iven Ian, Crael and Ruz were also wailing: "Before you annoyed Madam, you had already annoyed the Grand Duke!"
Pernard couldn't help but hold his forehead, feeling weak all over: "As a civilian mage... I parted with the Duke for the first time I had a meal with him... I think I've seen the wolf eyes of bad luck..."
He pulled open the chair and sat down. Yiwen Ian complained to Pernard: "Don't worry, you have looked at the wolf eyes of bad luck for many times."
"That's right..." Pernard raised his head and sighed helplessly, glanced at the white-haired maid behind Yiwen Ian. After the latter noticed it, he also gave a slightly inquiring look. The dark green pupils were as clean as jasper.
"All people are here?" Yiwen Ian filled the roast toast into his mouth, chewing things while counting his heads, "Pelnard, Crael, Luz, there seems to be one less? Where is that silver-haired priest?"
"Abel? My name is hc-xiii and asked him to go." Creel answered, while sitting on the chair with a little depressed look. However, when he thought that something had happened, it would be useless in any case. And according to Ivan Ian's plan, he would definitely resign soon, so he became more relaxed.
"Suggest you, Master Crair, please call me "Scarin" or "Telletti" in the future."
With a "bang", the door of the restaurant was pushed open in an extremely rough manner. Miss hc-xiii who walked into the restaurant threw the silver-haired priest in his hand onto the ground like a torn rag.
The priest, covered in dust and wearing only a thin pajama, raised his hand dyingly, reached out to several people at the dining table, trying to seek help: "Please...please...save...I..."
Miss Iron raised her heel indifferently, stepped on Abel's left hand, and twisted it casually: "Tell me, Father Abel, please do not make any dangerous gestures suspected of casting without permission, otherwise I will shoot you to death according to the battle plan for Dangerous Mage Captives No. 1375."
Looking at the HC-xiii single-handed gun in a black uniform, the extremely beautiful beauty looked indifferent on her face, and cruelly ruthlessly ravaging the miserable Mr. priest. Other male compatriots in the restaurant couldn't help but tighten their anus-
"Damn it! Krell! This is what you said that you can fight against the human-type combat golem of the Truth-level powerful man?! It seems that it can indeed defeat the priest of the Truth-level priest... But why does it feel so dangerous?!" Among all of us, Luz Morris, who was almost finished in his life before, had the most excitement. God knows that he is just a magician with specialized prophecy. Faced with such powerful combat weapons, he is the one with the least resistance!
And Yiwen Ian would like to add something else: the harmless baby face of his chief of staff, Luz, is a perfect match for Miss Steel's image as the queen of uniforms!
There was no way to be harassed by Ruz. In addition, he was still tightening his testicles when he looked at him. Krell gritted his teeth and asked at hc-xiii: "Hc-xiii, what did Father Abel do? You beat him like this..."
"Reiterate, Master Crael, please call me 'Scarin'." Miss Iron raised her head and glanced at Krael with her ice-red pupils. Her cold and cruel eyes were enough to make any shaking m orgasm in an instant. "In addition, according to the inquiry, the following performance report was made: Before 7 minutes and 37 seconds, when the tactical unit followed the order of Master Crael and transferred Father Abel to the restaurant, he targeted the bed in his bedroom and carried it on his own bedroom and carried it to the current location in accordance with the standard captive 358236 plan. This machine then suppressed the target in accordance with the standard captive 358236, and took the target out of the bedroom 2 minutes and 16 seconds before, and took it to the current location with force."
After crossing the dining table, the four people put their heads together. At this time, the calmest representative of Iven Ian spoke: "In other words, Father Abel stayed in bed and was dragged by it... This should be correct, right?"
"Side-off." "Agree." "Absolutely."
"Then there should be no objection to rescue the miserable Father Abel, who is just a fan of hiding in bed, from the dire straits, right?"
"Super discussion." "Agree." "I've seen that miserable look."
"Okay." The four men sat upright again, and Ivan Ian carefully considered the words, "Skarin...well... Second Lieutenant, can you let Father Abel go first? I don't think he seems to have any malice."
Scarin glanced at Ivan Ian: "I understand, Colonel Ian."
After taking a step back, Abel finally got up from the ground: "Woooooooo... so scary! It's really scary! I've never seen such a woman! Even Caterina is not that cruel!"
The four people sitting at the dining table instantly covered their faces-
"Instructions! The target performs suspected aggressive behavior, follow--"
Father, you can't blame your comrades for not saving you...
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang-!"
Fortunately, hc-xiii used rubber bullets for suppression... The large-caliber rubber bullet was very painful when it hit the body at close range, but it did not hurt the truth-level priest. After escaping from the hands of Ms. Steel, Abel used his magic to heal himself, at least on the surface, it could not be seen that he had suffered a tragic abuse.
But the waist that was kicked continuously seemed to be a little straightened-
"Unfortunate..." Abel rubbed his stinging back from the carriage, feeling that his life after coming to Nanling was simply miserable. The Black Blood Man was born with weak affinity for divine arts, and he had frequent chances of injury. Except for the less than a month of stable life in the underground prison of the Duke's Mansion, almost all the remaining time was spent in the injury.
Looking at the silver-haired priest's appearance, Yiwen Ian couldn't help but stop and turned around and forgot to come over: "Mr. Father, do you want me to wait for you?"
Abel smiled gently: "No...no, kind jazz, please let me rest here for a while, and I'll chase after you right away."
Yiwen Ian didn't insist, and nodded: "Then please remember, you are my consultant priest in name, and you will take this identity card with me. I will order Lieutenant Scarin to follow you and not do anything unnecessary."
Hearing Scarine's name, Abel shivered inconspicuously: "Yes...yes, I understand."
"Skarin, make sure Abel can arrive at the main parade before the ceremony begins, be careful not to cause a commotion."
After a series of things caused by hc-xiii, Yiwen Ian and others basically reached a consensus that Miss Iron has not yet perfectly known her personality, and her understanding of the meaning of commands and human nature remains at a very one-sided level. In addition to touching as few tactical sequences as possible, the best way to use her is to detailed the commands as much as possible in order to look forward to her growth.
After all, it was Crael's masterpiece, and Ian's expectations for her were quite high - although things have come to this point, Crael, who was originally the most confident, has become a little shaken.
He even proposed to resequence Skarin's tactical sequence, adding some other restrictions in addition to the highest security priority and order priority of Iven Ian and others.
But Yiwen Ian felt it was unnecessary. He would have as much as he would in the future as the puppet who obeyed the rules. However, a lady of steel with a unique personality and personality makes people look forward to her growth even more. (To be continued.)