Although Green Mane has just become a Warcraft, its attribute is wind element. In terms of speed, the red mane and black scale horse with earth attribute is far behind.
Therefore, within a minute, Qingzong caught up with it and surpassed it, taking the lead in completing the goal of circling the field three times.
Next project, straight line charge.
Looking at a row of wooden men wrapped in iron sheets a few hundred meters away, Clement tightened the reins with his left hand and held the lance flat with his right hand. Half of the barrel of the lance was caught in his armpit.
"Green Mane, charge!"
If riding a horse and whipping a whip is a man's romance, then charging with a gun is a man's passion. At this moment, the intermediate riding skills copied from the foreign workers shined with their own light.
"Hmm... So, this guy is proficient in everything, right?"
Looking at Clement, who was charging with his horse and stabbing with a spear, Francis asked a soul question.
Roland on the side was silent. He had a complicated feeling about Clement. Although the two families had grievances, in fact, the emotional issues between their fathers were not to the point of fighting to the death.
Moreover, through observation during this period, Roland felt that Clement's character and conduct were very to his liking, which made him even more conflicted.
On the other hand, Graham, the little crazy lion, is full of fighting spirit at this moment. Although all the challenges he issued were declined by Clemont, he will definitely send out the most sincere invitation as long as there is an opportunity.
The week of training was busy and fulfilling.
At night, after dinner, Clemont picked up the envelope at hand and walked into the study.
This was sent by Old Barr, and Clermont guessed it was to report on the construction of Clermont City and the progress of high-end soaps during this period.
After sitting on the chair, Clemont took out the letter and read it. After a while, he smiled and stuffed the letter back.
As he expected, on the letter, Old Barr reported in detail the development of Claremont City.
In the past month or so, Claremont City has developed extremely rapidly. With the strong support of Lord Viscount Enoch, the problem of lack of people in the territory has been perfectly solved.
And not only that, now there are refugees coming here every day asking for shelter in the territory. For this matter, Old Barr also complained a few words in his letter, saying that he was already old and had to deal with these messy refugees every day.
What.
In response, Clemont just smiled. Although Old Barr was old, his ability was still obvious to all.
There is another paragraph in the letter that is written in completely different handwriting than the previous one. It looks a bit ugly, but it is barely understandable. The content of this paragraph is:
Dear Lord, this month, there have been many adventurers and mercenaries in Claremont City. The mercenary union has also set up a temporary mission point in the city, so the materials for our high-end soap have been fully prepared.
, production can start next month. Your humble servant Elton is extremely impressed by your foresight.
However, the piracy problem of ordinary soap has become more serious during this period, and our income has shrunk even more. Not only that, soap has now spread to the south. Those pig-raising merchants are squeezing the price, and the merchants who cooperate with us are complaining.
, what do you think we should do?
Oh, by the way, Lord, when I send this letter again, I also sent you some samples. If there are no problems, I will start full-scale production next month!
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Regarding Elton's worries, Clemont slapped his head with some annoyance. He should have started doing this on the first day he came to Santa Cruz, but he was forgotten by his busy studies and glasses business.
Already.
But I have a day off tomorrow, so I can go and do this.
"Humph, you picked my peaches without permission! Then don't blame me for flipping the table!"
After keeping this in mind, Clemont thought about some of the questions behind the letter.
"Sver? Firefox mercenary team? What do these people think? Why do they want to join me if they have average strength as a great knight?"
After thinking for a moment, Clemont shook his head.
"Forget it, when you have time, go back and ask them in person!"
Immediately, Clemont took a piece of paper from the table and started writing. He was relieved to have Old Barr watching over other matters, but he couldn't ignore the affairs of the city guards and escorts.
An hour later, the paper in front of him was already filled with words. Looking at his results, Clemont folded it up and stuffed it into a brand new envelope with satisfaction.
Dylan will send it back tomorrow.
After finishing his work, Clemont called Mandy, who was busy making small clothes with the three sisters in the hall, placed her on his head and started daily practice.
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"Baron Clermont, here is your ticket, please take it, the show is about to start!"
After taking the ticket from the conductor, Clemont took Mandy and slowly walked into the Santa Cruz Theater.
Ever since he watched the half-time show with Harris and others last time, Clemont fell in love with this place. After all, in this world where entertainment methods are scarce, watching opera is the only pastime for decent nobles.
Of course, the purpose of his coming here was not just for entertainment. Looking at a luxurious magic caravan parked in the parking lot not far away, Clemont narrowed his eyes.
Entering the theater, Clemont went straight to the box with the best view. Last time, because he arrived in a hurry, several people did not get tickets to the box and could only sit on the public stage, but this time he was prepared.
Come.
After sitting in his box for a while, today's performance officially began.
According to the content on the ticket, this opera shows that five hundred years ago, Edwina, the princess of the Ota Empire, led the knights through the Elf Forest, across the Endless Sea, to the Night Swamp, and civilized the barbaric crocodile people.
The story of the tribe's resistance to the demons of the abyss.
The performers on the stage are all very dedicated. The thick performance costumes on them seem to be cold, especially those actors who play the crocodile tribe. Looking at their exaggerated and agile movements, it is difficult to imagine what they are like under the costumes.
What kind of state is it.
After the first half, Clement stood up with unfinished content. Although the opera was beautiful, it was time to get down to business!
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"I have something important to see Her Royal Highness Princess Cynthia, please...!"
"No need! Come in!"
Before Clemont finished speaking, Cynthia's clear and plain voice sounded in the box.
Hearing this, the two guards moved away.
Walking into the box, a strong fragrance filled the air.
Seeing Cynthia sitting on the soft sofa, looking at the stage through the transparent glass, Clemont stepped forward, put his hand on her, and bowed.
"Clement sends his regards to His Highness!"
Turning her head, Cynthia looked at Clemont with eyes as bright as stars.
"Baron Clement, what do you want from me?"
Hearing this, Clemont smiled slightly, then stared into Cynthia's eyes a little presumptuously and said: "I'm here to give money to His Highness! I wonder if you want it, Your Highness?"