My Magic Age

When Mo Xiang and I were chatting, the young nobles around us, including Lionel Falconer, were listening quietly, and no one interrupted. Mo Xiang invited me to go to the Mo Family Manor to attend the afternoon banquet after this meeting. Then he got up and took the inseparable personal maid to the front row.

His personal maid seemed to be mute. When I looked over at her, she gave me a faint smile.

After Mo Xiang left, the young nobles surrounded me with shouts. The bearded young noble stared at me with wide eyes and said, "Marquis Jijia, you are so familiar with the young master of the Mo family." ?”

I leaned on the seat and said calmly: "I am a supplier of giant crossbow arrows. Is there anything strange about meeting Mo Xiang?"

The young nobleman with the beard quickly came over, sat next to me and said eagerly: "I have heard that you had a duel with William Mo before. I didn't expect you to be so close to this young man of the Mo family. It seems that the rumors should not be believed easily." ”

Someone among these young nobles must have investigated me. I glanced at him and said, "What does the small grudge between me and Senior William mean in the face of the plane war?"

"Ha, that's right." The bearded young nobleman said with a smile.

Lionel Falconer sighed with regret at this time: "If we could have known each other earlier, we might have had the opportunity to participate in the war on the Hierro plane."

Other young nobles also echoed incessantly. They always like to discuss the classic battles of plane wars, and then lament that they were not born at the right time, or failed to catch up due to some special circumstances, and complain about the lack of opportunities.

I rubbed my sore neck and said to these young nobles: "Actually, it's not too late for you to participate in the Hierro plane war. Zach plans to lead the Construct Knights on an expedition to the swamp sea next year to bring the Niburu Spider People rush into the Great Rift Valley. If this expedition can be successful, I believe that Zach will be recorded in the history of the Green Empire. "

Lionel Falconer frowned and said a little discouraged: "Expedition! It's scary to hear these words. Needless to say, there are all kinds of difficulties and obstacles along the way. The long supply line alone can drag us down. Besides, I don’t want to break into the lair of the Niburu spider people. God knows what kind of terrifying existence the Niburu spider queen there will be.”

I remained silent on the sidelines, and the young nobles around me were also talking about it, saying that their army's logistics team was unable to support an expedition.

Lionel Falconer clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and then said: "Recently, everyone has been asking around to see if there is a chance to go to the Loqi plane to participate in the garrison mission. I heard that Haas Rab and his group made a lot of money following Prince Wales in Loki's plane."

I didn't expect that he would actually mention the Marquis of Hasrabo. The aristocracy in the imperial capital is really not that big, but speaking of which, the Marquis of Hasrabo has not contacted me for a while. I heard Senior Dylan say He is stationed in a port city in the Loki plane. For ordinary transactions of giant crossbows between us, we ask Count Donald of the South Wind Army to help transport them to the Loki plane.

Lionel Falconer said with excitement: "Those guys are lucky. When Prince Wales formed the legion, they happened to be selected. I listened to the construct knight who came back from the Lochi plane to recuperate. , the situation there is very good now, and Prince of Wales lacks a large number of garrison manpower. Some less important cities still do not have constructor knights garrison. If we can find an opportunity to lead the army into the Luoqi plane, we will definitely get it. The Reuse of Prince of Wales.”

The young nobles around them also began to express their suggestions. Obviously, this victory in the multiple planes of Ahn'Qiraj made them more confident.

"Look, that's the Commander of the Akers Army in Qiyan City!" A noble in the crowd whispered.

A large group of noble lords entered the parliament hall of the imperial capital. Walking in front was a middle-aged man wearing the Green Empire general star badge on his chest. He was wearing a magic robe with evil ghost patterns on his body, and a short rope hanging from his waist. With the Thorium Wand, a burning breath wrapped around his body, he walked into the council chamber with a serious face, followed by a group of construct knights and magicians. The group headed by the Commander of the Akers should be regarded as representatives. Following Qiyan City's military forces, they quickly walked to the front row and sat down.

The bearded young nobleman said to me: "I heard that the Commander of the Akers Army is the most promising person in the empire to be promoted to a fourth-level legendary mage in recent years."

The pale young noble next to him said in a very envious tone: "Level 40 legendary magicians are too far away for us."

Among the people from the Qiyan City military, I unexpectedly saw Anne.

She followed at the back of the crowd. She had short red hair and was wearing the set of 'Devil's Fang' leather armor I gave her. She had two storm swords hanging on her waist. For a swordsman, tight leather Armor can make the body more flexible and balanced. Therefore, when leather craftsmen cut and sew leather armor for swordsmen, they almost always use the softest leather to make tight-fitting leather armor.

Anne's figure seemed to have grown a little more. The originally well-fitting structural leather armor seemed a little tight on the chest and hips. The breastplate and trouser armor seemed to be stretched out at any time. She didn't see me, but He followed a construct knight beside him and sat at the back of the group of people in Qiyan City.

The Qiyan City Legion seemed very relaxed. They could occasionally whisper a few words and interact with each other while sitting together.

The tall construct knight next to Anne has been chatting with Anne. It seems that the two of them are discussing something, and Anne nods from time to time.

The commander of the Akers army sat very close to Mo Xiang, and Mo Xiang took the initiative to greet him. The two seemed to be very familiar with each other, and they talked quietly together.

This was a meeting about how to distribute the benefits of the multi-dimensional Ahn'Qiraj, so many female clerical staff came from all parties. The female assistants wearing silk shirts and cashmere skirts were passing by the aisles of the council chamber. , always inadvertently revealing a section of the white lotus root-like calf. These beautiful women formed a beautiful scenery in the parliament hall, and were also the focus of the eyes of the young nobles around me.

There was another commotion at the door of the Imperial Capital Council Hall. Duke Billy Babington walked in quickly with a group of people, but he had a gloomy and rigid face. There were two deep nasolabial folds on his face, and long With a hooked nose and thin black-purple lips, he wore a black cloak with a fur collar and looked like a cold arakkoa.

Today he is the protagonist, but he is just a fat pig that has been put on the chopping block to be slaughtered. These people in the audience seem to have dinner plates in front of them, holding knives and forks in their hands, waiting to eat the fat on his body.

Ahn'Qiraj's multi-dimensional victory did not bring any joy on his face. He led a group of men to the arc-shaped stage in front and handed volumes of parchment account books to the congressmen on the stage. Then he sat down at the front of the stage, holding the cane in both hands, sitting upright, squinting his eyes and saying nothing, and his face no longer had the harshness he had at the rune merchant conference.

Duke Billy Babbington did not see me sitting in the crowd, but when a person who looked like a clerk whispered a few words beside him, he turned his head and stared at me for a while. .

Lionel Falconer also saw Billy Babington's gaze. He waited for Duke Billy to look away before asking me, "What's the grudge between you and Duke Billy?"

"I am in the primary rune board business in the Imperial City. The Babington family is a traditional and old rune board manufacturer. We are competitors in the rune board business, and there are other things as well." I said.

The young noble with a beard said nonchalantly on the other side of me: "Don't be afraid of him. The Babington family has been gradually declining recently. They have rich Ahn'Qiraj multidimensional planes but have been unable to develop them. At present, Babington Not only did the Don family's territory in the Ahn'Qiraj plane not expand, but it shrank much more than before. After the plane war broke out, the entire Ahn'Qiraj plane was almost occupied by the Naqma."

The white-faced young noble sitting on the other side of the beard also said: "The multi-dimensional Ahn'Qiraj has never been open to the outside world. It was developed independently by the Babington family. Now the Naqma people are looting everywhere in the multi-dimensional Ahn'Qiraj. They just plan to open up the plane and let other lords help them bear the pressure of the plane war. Damn it, I don’t want to play with him. "

Lionel Falconer put his hand on my shoulder and advised me: "Let me tell you, Jijia, even if you get the rights to develop the multi-dimensional Ahn'Qiraj, don't go there for the time being. Wait until the situation stabilizes before going.”

Everyone was chatting and laughing together, someone opened a bottle of golden cider, and even brought a few exquisite goblets with them.

I looked around the parliament hall. On the front wall of the hall was a portrait relief of His Majesty Charles. Rowing alongside him should be the kings of the Green Empire.

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"Marquis Jijia, I didn't expect to see you here."

The sharp and piercing voice brought me back to reality. I knew that the owner of the voice was Duke Billy Babington, but I just didn't expect that he would actually come over on his own initiative.

I turned around and looked over, meeting his gloomy gaze.

He stared at me coldly, with the corners of his mouth drooping down, and said harshly: "As far as I know, you did not participate in the multi-dimensional war in Ahn'Qiraj. Did you come here by taking the wrong path? "

Before I could say anything, Lionel Falconer stood up directly and explained to Billy Babington: "Duke Billy Babington, Jijia also participated in the multi-dimensional war in Ahn'Qiraj. , he is a member of the Logistics Department of the Fourth Support Corps and has been coordinating late-stage supplies for us in the imperial capital.”

Billy Babington raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Oh? Is it because he sold you those bed crossbows? If so, do I have to recognize the identity of those farmers in the southern part of the empire, because they have paid tribute to them? We provide high-quality wheat flour.”

The guards standing behind Duke Billy laughed hard. Their laughter attracted more onlookers, and the surrounding nobles looked at us one after another.

Duke Billy glanced around and said in an extremely mean tone: "The Fourth Support Army... Haha, I really want to thank you young people. If you hadn't rushed to Anchillado, I'm afraid those Nak The Ma people will not make the decision to withdraw their troops so quickly, but that's all!"

A group of young nobles turned pale with anger at Duke Billy's ruthless words. Everyone clenched their fists and glared at the Duke.

Lionel Falconer did not give in at all. He looked at Duke Billy, raised the corners of his mouth and said with a slight smile: "What you are saying now really chills our hearts. Are you trying to bring down the imperial capital?" Are all the little lords turned away? Prince Charlie helped you guard Anchorado this time. What about next time? I don’t think His Highness will always be so free. I hope you can remember it. Live these words today, the Honorable Duke Billy Babington."

The surrounding nobles began to boo, and some even shouted "well said" among the crowd. It seemed that these people also had no respect for Billy Babington.

At this time, a fat man behind Billy Babington squeezed out. He pointed at Lionel Falconer and said: "Lionel Falconer, you are provoking a man." With the authority of the noble Duke of the Empire, I believe that even without you, the multidimensional war of Ahn'Qiraj will still be victorious."

He put his bald forehead on Lionel Falconer's and said sternly: "You motley crew, what exactly have you done for Ahn'Qirajdo, and now you are openly going to the Imperial Capital Council Hall to share it?" Fruit of victory, have you retained any of the noble virtues of the noble knights?"

Lionel Falconer stared at the fat, bald nobleman and said, "Edgar, you mean to say that we led the Constructed Knights to fight against Ahn'Qirajdo. Regardless of whether we paid or not, we should be free of charge." Dedication, otherwise it would be against the spirit of chivalry?”

Edgar's face turned red after being told by Lionel Falconer, and he cursed angrily: "A nobleman with noble character should not get something for nothing! Look at the disgusting and greedy faces of you people, and the undead No matter what the difference is between vampires, they all have the same dirty stench."

The name of this fat, bald man sounded so familiar. He was the businessman who forced Arya into a desperate situation. Arya told me that Edgar was a friend of Billy Babington. Look at him. Foam was spitting from my thick lips. I kicked open the conference table in front of me. The long table fell down with a crash. Edgar took a step back in embarrassment. I stepped on it, reached out and grabbed his tie, and pulled it away. He pulled me in front of me.

"What did you say? Who gave you the courage to insult the Green Empire nobles in public like this?" I angrily yelled at him.

The greasy fat on his body was shaking constantly, and there was anger, fear, and shame in his eyes. I poured the golden cider from the goblet in my hand from his head, and the golden liquid flowed down his face. down.

"Stop, Jijia, what are you doing?" Billy Babington's roar came over.

I ignored Billy Babington's angry rebuke and slapped Edgar hard in the face.