Master and his butler Mr.

After leaving the grassland, they finally came to Jiada, the first big city near the central hinterland.

This city is obviously not as majestic as Science and Art City, but it is much more lively. The three city gates are almost always open all year round, and there are always people coming and going.

"This is simply a holy place for merchants!" Mr. Fermont said intoxicatedly, "Even the air smells like gold coins."

Hernandez looked at him in surprise, while Luo covered his face in shame.

"Mr. Fermont, is this place suitable for business?" Mr. Steward was rarely curious.

Mr. Fei Meng nodded sharply: "The city lord here is a big businessman, although I don't understand why he chooses to be bound to the land, but every policy here is lovable, even the small officials who guard the gate are full of shame. kind."

"It's really rare to hear you praise a place so much." Luo was also a little surprised.

Next, Mr. Fermont sold out almost all the magic props he bought in the City of Science and Arts, and finally gave Hiernandez a pair of small magic mirrors.

"Why not sell it in the capital? It should be worth more there." Hernandez wondered.

Fermont sneered: "Those rotten old guys don't like these."

"Then what do they like?"

"Fur, gems, useless luxuries, the more useless they are, the more they like them." Fermont laughed.

Hiernandez has never been in contact with the old guys that Mr. Femont mentioned, but he has a good impression of the city lord of Jiada.

It was a chubby middle-aged man with a fair complexion, two mustaches, and a smile on his face from time to time, which made people feel happy just by looking at him.

Hearing Mr. Fermont's introduction, the Lord of Jiada happily shook Hernandez's hand: "Hello, guests from afar, welcome to my city, I hope you like it here."

Hernandez nodded: "Jada is beautiful, and you managed it very well."

The mayor smiled cheerfully.

After a while, he was a little troubled again, although this troubled look made people happy: "Are you planning to stay there when you go to the capital this time?"

stay there?Hernandez was taken aback.

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Fairmont.

"Ah, I can't tell whether it's good news or bad news. According to His Majesty's new policy, the big nobles must stay in the capital, and the small nobles don't care. But the border nobles like Mr. Mountbatten will probably be kept. Come down." The city lord said bitterly.

"Stay in the capital? Won't those noble gentlemen make trouble?" Mr. Fermont said in surprise.

"The king has opened up the Seriu palace complex, as well as hunting grounds and hot springs. It is said that there are also a lot of gold and jewelry rewards. Do you think these gentlemen will have any objections?" The city lord shook his head.

"Sounds like a good thing," Fermont laughed, "but what are you worrying about? Old man, think about those gorgeous balls, beautiful ladies, and the king's treasures."

The city lord just sighed: "Add taxes, a lot of taxes."

"That doesn't sound very good."

Hernandez listened in a daze, and went back to repeat it to Mr. Butler.

"Do I need to stay in the capital? But I don't like it very much," Hernandez said.

Mr. Butler just laughed: "Would those social dances not appeal to you? You might still be able to meet a suitable Mrs. Mountbatten."

Hiernandez secretly glanced at Mr. Butler and shook his head.

Mr. Housekeeper thought for a while: "Your king probably has some ideas, but it's hard to say whether he can do what he wants. Let's go to the capital and have a look. Maybe it's not as serious as we thought."

Hernandez nodded.

After finishing the business, he awkwardly walked to Mr. Housekeeper's side, and asked tentatively, "Have you considered getting married?"

Hernandez didn't think that Mr. Housekeeper was interested in him, but he was like a little ant that suddenly saw a lot of food. Turn around.

Mr. Housekeeper raised his eyebrows: "I haven't thought about this question yet, how about you? What does a suitable Mrs. Mountbatten look like in your mind?"

Hernandez stammered: "Ah, I haven't thought about it either, it's probably... very reliable, reassuring or something..."

He looked at Mr. Housekeeper pitifully.

"Do you prefer older ladies?" Mr. Butler laughed.

Hernandez nodded and shook his head, his mind racing.

Most of the carriages were emptied, and the goods were replenished again, and the caravan was on the road again.

They have entered the prosperous inland area, no longer the vast and endless grassland, more farms, small towns and slightly larger cities have begun to appear here.

However, this excitement doesn't look too good.

There were suddenly more vagrants in ragged clothes. They liked to stand on the side of the road, looking at the caravan eeriely, and some would follow them for a while, staggering like groups of ghosts.

The atmosphere in the caravan also became tense, the captain of the guard kept his long sword close to him for a moment, and Mr. Fermont, who was always smiling, also looked serious.

"Are they trying to rob?" Hernandez asked the butler nervously.

Mr. Steward looked at these skinny homeless people silently, and shook his head: "It doesn't look like it, but I can't say for sure."

They are at the junction of the two cities. The place was originally empty and there were no houses or farmland. I don't know why there are so many homeless people.In the fields, along the roadsides, and even on the main roads there are small groups of homeless people.

The caravan was tense, and suddenly a group of elite soldiers galloped over on horseback from the other side. They swung their long swords and drove these vagrants away like cattle. The knight's long sword fluttered back and forth.

There are men and women, old and young, among these homeless people, but at first glance, they all seem to have a similar face, similar sallowness, and similar numbness.A mother was holding a child, and when she passed the sword, she fell silently, and the child was instantly submerged in the crowd, and the crowd fell one after another, like stubble that was cut off in silence, and more They were expelled, but they have been silent all the time, whether they are the dead or the living.

Hernandez felt chills all over his body, but the knights in shiny armor seemed to be indifferent. The road was finally cleared, and they just wiped off the blood stains on their swords with soft handkerchiefs, as if they just drove away a group of annoying flies.

Seeing the caravan, the leading knight bowed politely to this side, and continued on their way. Their armor was bright, their weapons were sharp, their horses were tall and strong, and their fur was carefully groomed to shine.

Those vagrants who were dispersed did not go far away, but continued to wander on the side of the road, watching in groups.

"This is terrible!" Hernandez was so frightened that he almost shrank into the butler's arms. "This is not right, it is too wrong."

Mr. Butler patted him reassuringly: "Yes, it's all very bad."