Meseri was very strange. How could this boy suddenly call his name. In her impression, he didn't have any friendship with this kid.
"What are you talking about?" Mesellie closer her ears.
But Vante didn't speak, but just fell asleep.
Meseri raised it, looking at Vante inexplicably, a bad premonition climbed into her heart.
After a while, Meseri handed over the housekeeper to him and asked him about his recent itinerary. [[[
She suspected that Vante suddenly said her name. If she didn't know herself, it would be a few words of Meseri in a certain place. In this case, things may not be so simple.
Fortunately, Messelli guessed ...
"What arrangements do I have recently?" Messelli leaned on the top five feet high cabinets, and his hands were put on his chest.
The well -developed body looks very energetic. Although the slight RU ditch is not particularly deep, it does not have a charm.
"Uh ... Miss you wait!" The steward took out a delicate little book from the pocket of the vest on his body and wore the old flower mirror hanging around his neck and read it carefully.
After a moment, the housekeeper pointed at one of the strokes that he was circled by him: "Cough! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! You need to go to Franter in person to discuss the cooperation in the second half of the year with adults of the military officer. I think ...
The military officer wants to urge you to check out for him ... "
Mesellie showed a sneer, and seemed to be very disgusted with the military officer, but then fell into contemplation.
Tomorrow ... Meseri suddenly has a strong feeling, maybe someone will jump out tomorrow to make a mess.
She looked at Vante lying on the bed again, and then walked out of the room with a dignified expression.
"He wakes up, notify me immediately!"
"Yes, the old lady!" The steward bowed slightly and looked at the sleeping San on the bed: "Children, you are really lucky!"
In the dim room, Victor, the young man who deceived Liva, walked into the house, kicked and increased the calf of the strong man in the sleeping man.
"Wake up! We are going to prepare!" Victor said.
The strong man suddenly woke up, and looked at Victor's mouth and wiped the saliva hanging on his mouth: "Why is it so anxious! Isn't it one day?"
"The transaction is early! The buyer seems to be a little bit can't wait!" Victor walked in front of the cage, looking forward to watching the "cargo" in the iron cage.
"Baby! We are going to the road!" Victor's smile is like a devil who is going to dedicate their soul to the devil.
The children in the cage have shrunk their bodies into the corner, and they don't seem to want to get out of this cage.
Suddenly, they have a sense of dependence on iron cages. For where they are about to go, they seem to like this cold and humid cage.
Victor took out the key, first opened the cage near him, dragged a little girl seven or eight -year -old girls. [
The girl struggled, resistant, but could not match the power of his arm.
Victor looked a little upset, threw his right hand, and a loud slap fell on the child's face. The girl's thin little face instantly appeared red slap print. Where can the young body stand this way like this
Storm.
"It's quiet for me! Otherwise, it is yourself!" Victor said fiercely, glanced at every child in the cage with cold eyes.
The children were all scared, and they did not dare to make a sound.
In the end, only when Liva was left, Victor squatted down and opened the iron cage: "You are the most lucky, and you come to such a short time, and you encounter the buyer!" After that, Victor took it
Grasp Lawa.
Liva instinctively grabbed an iron railing with another hand and grabbed it.
At this time, her heart seemed to be crying in despair, hoping that her brother would appear quickly and bring herself away from this place. Unfortunately, her voice did not pass on her brother's ear.
Victor pulled Liva for two times, and found that she had no motion, and she showed a look of anger. She simply got into the cage by herself, cut off the hand of Liva's clenched railings, and forcibly held her out.
Liva was stuffed with a sacrifice with Mocho, his hands were tied behind by a rope, and he was stuffed into a iron cage car full of children.
Many children try to get out of this cage, but the gap between the fences is too small, and they can't get out of the head.
After everyone was put on the car, a huge curtain fell down and covered the iron cage on the entire carriage.
With the sound of the whip, the carriage carrying the "cargo" slowly started.
It slowly drove out of the dark alley, marching on the spacious streets, and walking through the bustling crowd.
People who walked from it didn't know what was contained in it, and they couldn't feel any abnormalities.
They only know that this is a noble carriage. It is better to stay away from some of the poor people. Therefore, the men and women wearing thick Maiyi on the road deliberately make a road for the carriage.
Olun, the steward of the Queopley family, sat firmly on the seat in front of the carriage, and raised his head proudly, just like a sign.
All the guards who passed by let the road dare to stop the search. The driver is a fox fake tiger -like contempt for the crowd under the wheels.
At this time, the children in the car were desperately shouting, but they couldn't make a noise. The anecdotic cloth that blocked their mouths made their breathing difficult. They didn't know where they would be led.
The carriage drove to the gate of the city. A man who seemed to be guarded and guarded the guards came forward, stretched out his left hand to block their way: "Stop!"
The carriage slowly stopped in front of the guard commander. The steward of the Queopley family, Olun, limped and stepped off the carriage. Facing the guard of the defender smiled slightly: "Is there something? Chief? Am I the Kuipili family?
Butler Olun, Fortunately! "
"What is installed in the car? I want to search!" Said the head of the head of the carriage.
Olun glanced back, his expression calm: "No chief! It's just some ordinary crafts! I believe you will not be interested!" [[
The guard of the guard sneered and scorned, but immediately, his palm was stuffed into a heavy cloth bag.
"You -no -will -feel -Xing -Fun — Fun!" Olun said softly and slowly, each word was very strong, he swept his eyes to the guard of the guard,
Remind him to pay attention to the things in his hand.
The guard of the guard looked at the heavy cloth bag in his hand with Olun's hints, gently weighed a few times, and made a sound of "Wow! Wow!" It seemed to have a lot of things inside.
The defender's face showed a satisfactory smile, and then glanced at the guards behind him, but the guards twisted their faces aside at this time, pretending not to see anything.
"Oh! I think I don't have any interest in crafts! Forget it! You go!"
After that, the Chief Guard ordered the guards to open the gate, and then nodded at Olun, the steward of the Queopley family.
Olun blinked, rolled his hand into a fist and knocked twice in his chest, expressing his gratitude, and then limped to the carriage with a cane, and he swayed out of the city.
Walterland's guards are not controlled by any family. He is a neutral representative and directly belongs to the kingdom.
Therefore, this position is a good place to fish oil and water. The nobles who want to leave the city do not want to tear their faces with the king and take out a little money to send the guardian of the guard.
For Chief Guard, as long as you give money, who cares about what you are transporting, maybe even if the king is installed in the car, they will not know at all.
The carriage loaded with the "cargo" slowly ran to the puppet mountain in the north. In the forest on the mountainside, a white mist surrounded, revealing a stream of gloomy smell.
There are few people in this puppet mountain, because there is the base of the villain, no one dares to go there to cause trouble.
This cult relying on the millennium Warcraft that he raised in the magic fog forest is constantly expanding its forces. They even tried to use Warcraft to swallow all neighboring countries around, including Walterland and Franite.
I wonder if these cults are too confident to expand, and there seems to be nothing in their eyes. They pressed too many expectations on the Warcraft that never came out of the mountain, fantasizing that it can bring themselves to themselves.
The bright future.
Olun looked at the puppet mountains in the distance, but in the tall mountain peaks, it seemed to hide another layer of mountains. As the carriage moved, the layers of layers were more obvious, but when I walked in front of me, I found that I found that when I walked in front of me
It is just a complete mountain, which makes people feel a fantasy, it seems to be false, so it is named Naishan.
Children in the carriage iron cage have gradually entered the sleep state because of the bumps of the road, and they are getting closer and closer to the horrible magic palm ...
"Miss! Do you really want to go alone? Let's send some guards to follow you!" The steward stood by the horse's glasses and looked up at the iceberg beauty who was sitting in the immediately.
Messelli looked at the housekeeper with an expression, and sorted out the reins in his hand: "Do you think someone can hurt me?"
The housekeeper immediately lowered his head: "I didn't think so, and no one had dared to question your ability, but I was worried that no one on the road should take care of it. You will not get used to it."
Mese Li quietly looked at the old man under the horse, unknowingly, he has been following his family for more than 50 years.
When he was a child, he was incorporated into the door by his grandfather. He watched him grow up day by day. It seemed that only on him can Meseri feel the feeling of the only relative.
And that face is getting older.
"Rest assured ... Uncle Dim ..." Meseri seemed to be embarrassed to say that the cheeks were reddish, twisted his face unnaturally, and then rushed to slowly leave the garden.
The housekeeper Dim was stunned there, as if in his mind, thinking about the words of Meseri just now.
His hands trembled slightly with his hands and took down the old flower mirror on his eyes, wiped it gently, and his eyes seemed to have been in tears. This is so many years, Meseri called his name for the first time.
And still ... Uncle Dim.
For Dim, this is the greatest comfort in his heart.
Then he scratched his neck again: "Ah, why do I always itch recently ..."