Otherworldly Lord

Harold's letter was very short, only a few sentences, but the matter was explained very clearly.

"Looks like Harold is doing well and things are going well."

Song Mo handed the letter to the housekeeper. Old John glanced at ten lines, and nodded after reading it, "If this goes on, Cali City will soon belong to you."

"Hopefully."

Things went so smoothly, but it made Song Mo a little uneasy, always feeling that something unexpected would happen halfway.

"Lord Lord?"

"Ah, nothing."

Song Mo came back to his senses and looked at the goblin who was standing in front of the table. The goblin had been digging holes all the way, hadn't washed up yet, and his body and face were covered with dust.Song Mo stood up, walked in front of the goblin, bent down, patted the goblin's shoulder, and immediately splashed countless dust, "Your task is well done!"

The goblin who was praised instantly blushed, pointed at his finger, and looked shy, "My lord, this is what I should do!"

"Even so, you should be rewarded. Steward, I will reward Raleigh with ten gold coins, thirty catties of rice, and five catties of pork later."

"My lord!" The goblin was so excited that he wanted to jump up high. Rice, the people in the territory have already liked the taste of rice. The fragrant rice is served with oily barbecue, mixed with a few slices of lettuce and Carrots, simply a treat!Correspondingly, the appetites of all species of creatures, including goblins and gnomes, are increasing sharply.

Raleigh believed that his wife would kiss him breathlessly with delight once she brought home the lord's reward.However, for men, this is also a kind of enjoyment...

Looking at the goblin who fell into his fantasy and became swaying, Song Mo smiled.

If you want a horse to run, but don't feed the horse, there is no such reason in the world.

As a good leader, when your subordinates do a good job, you must not hesitate to encourage and praise them, encourage them spiritually, and show them materially.

Song Mo continued to smile and say a few words to the goblin, then let him go down to rest.The goblin will return to Cali City soon, and hand over his reply letter to Harold. The tunnel he dug along the way before is probably still usable, and the return journey should save a lot of time.

Thinking of this, Song Mo slapped his hands, authentic!Why didn't he think of it before!According to the plan, once Nelson came to the throne, the city of Cali would be handed over to him, but Nelson, who had just sat on the throne of the king, handed over Qisa, a city with rich taxes, to a small lord of Anris, It's too much at first glance.Anyone with a normal IQ knows that there must be tricks here.Song Mo is not afraid of others making trouble, but the less trouble the better.

The tunnel dug by the goblin gave him inspiration. He has a dungeon. Why can't he dig another underground tunnel between Cary City and Greeland?At that time, all traffic will be underground, and when Harold's plan succeeds, no matter whether Nelson will cede Cary City to him according to the agreement, this piece of fat has already entered his mouth, chew it and chew it Can be swallowed!

The more Song Mo thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible. He walked to the cabinet by the wall, opened the drawer in the middle, took out the map that Rhys Myers gave him, and spread it on the table. A line was drawn between Greenland. Anlis was originally a neighboring country to Qisa, and there was no other noble territory between Cary City and Greenland. The tunnel dug through would not be hindered!

Song Mo smiled, turned to Old John and said, "Housekeeper, look, how about we dig a tunnel here?"

"tunnel?"

"Yes."

Song Mo explained his thoughts to Old John. After the tunnel is dug, another track will be laid. The subway does not have that condition for the time being. Hand cars and the like are definitely not a problem.

There are goblins, gnomes, and dwarves. Song Mo can fully guarantee that his underground passage is definitely a diamond project that guarantees quality, quantity, and longevity.

Old John listened to Song Mo's explanation, nodded from time to time, occasionally pointed out one or two problems, and also put forward his own suggestions. The underground tunnel for inter-traffic has developed into an out-and-out commercial street along the way.

"Since we are going to do it, why not do it better?" Old John said to Song Mo: "You have already spread the business on the ground, and you can also try the business on the ground. Many races will not and will not out into the sun, and they have no shortage of gold coins."

Song Mo blinked, sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy!His thinking is still limited to making gold coins in human society, and his own butler has already thought about killing all the people on the ground and underground, not even human beings or non-human beings!

High, it is high!

This is the master, the master of masters!

"Housekeeper! You are my morning star!" Song Mo grasped Old John's hand, "Your gray head always points out the way for me to go! Ah, if there is an old man in a family, if there is a treasure, the ancients sincerely respect you." bully me!"

The corner of Old John's mouth twitched, is he that old?Still gray head...

It was the first time that the housekeeper got tangled up because of his age, and he gritted his teeth while he was tangled up. This unlucky boy really wanted to beat him up!No, you can't beat the child, if you want to beat the child, you should beat the child's father!But his father is so dead that he can't die anymore, should he still beat the child...

Old John's fist was clenched and loosened. After all, he still remembered that he was a housekeeper, and the alarm was finally lifted.

Lord Song was lucky to escape the blow without realizing it.

Good good good good.

The underground commercial city is still only a concept, but Song Mo believes that as long as he thinks, it will be a matter of seconds.

When replying to Harold, Song Mo also mentioned a few words.In a short time, Harold has no way to leave Cali City, and this tunnel is also very important to him and the people in the caravan.In case something happens to the plan in the future, and the identities of Harold and others are exposed, they will definitely be chased and intercepted if they run on the ground, so it is better to follow the goblin to drill the tunnel.

The number of goblins who went back to deliver the letter increased to three.

"Are all the ventilation holes left along the way secret?" Song Mo handed the reply letter to Harold to the goblin, and asked, "Will no one discover it?"

"My lord, please rest assured." The goblin assured, patting his chest. He dug the tunnels very deep and chose the ventilation holes very secretively.He will be blocked in several places that are easy to be found on the way back.

"En. All right. I don't worry if you take care of things."

Goblins are experts in digging holes. Song Mo only gave a few instructions, but didn't say anything more.

In the package carried by the three goblins, in addition to Song Mo's reply letter to Harold, there are also improved catapults and single-shot bows and arrows.As for who Harold is looking for to cosplay the big boss and sell the blueprints to Naton, that is not Song Mo's concern at the moment.

Don't look at the former trainee bishop who stumbled one after another in front of the girl. Once the opponent is replaced by a man, this person's IQ will suddenly increase by more than ten percentage points, and he will not show mercy at all.

Song Mo rubbed his chin, and went back to the map laid out on the table, his fingers slid back and forth between Onris and Qisa, and soon, including Cary City, Greenland, and two other places, They were all drawn into the circle by him.

It used to belong to the Duke of Nelson. After Nelson was exiled, it was taken back by the king and handed over to his eldest son, Caraway.

"Prince Karavi..." Song Mo murmured, if he remembered correctly, Cali City is also the territory of His Royal Highness, and now he has to find a way to get Nelson's territory out of his hands, no matter what, He and His Royal Highness wanted to wrestle their wrists, no, it should be said, it had already started, but he was hiding in the dark to do the trick, and His Royal Highness hadn't reacted yet.

Therefore, it is not a good thing to have more territories and a larger territory. If one does not pay attention, others will poach the wall.Also dug very hey skin.

Song Mo was looking at the map. Reese opened the door and walked in. He happened to hear the name Carrawi, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Honey, who are you talking about?"

Song Mo looked at Reese who was standing by the door, and sighed helplessly, asking this demon to knock on the door before coming in was really an extravagant wish.However, at least he will no longer quietly appear behind him, is it considered an improvement?

rely on it!This requirement is too low!

"The eldest prince of Qisa." Song Mo hooked his fingers, beckoned Reese to come over, pointed to the circle he had drawn on the map and said, "I plan to take all these places, they belong to that prince. Territory. You can’t rob it openly, but act secretly, there will always be some trouble.”

Reese took Song Mo's hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed the back of his hand, "Let him disappear, that's fine."

The corner of Song Mo's mouth twitched, disappeared?

"I have no less than a hundred ways to make him disappear completely without leaving a trace." Reese's lips gradually moved up along the back of Song Mo's hand, and gently bit his wrist through the sleeve of his shirt, "Honey, What do you think?"

Song Mo was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"My dear, you are too soft-hearted."

"It's not a matter of being soft-hearted or not." Song Mo frowned. Once Nelson came to the throne, the current king's family will definitely not end well. Maybe the king and his children will die, but they can't die by their own hands inside.

"Okay." Reese shrugged his shoulders, raised Song Mo's chin, kissed the corner of Song Mo's mouth lightly, and said in a low voice: "Honey, you will understand one day that unnecessary mercy is worse than a complete The cruelty, the cruelty."

Song Mo didn't quite understand what Reese said, or maybe he didn't want to understand it. In short, Song Mo wouldn't change his mind.Moreover, once the news that Carrawi died at his hands got out, even if he didn't do it himself, it would be a big trouble.

Members of the royal family fight for power and profit. If you poison me and I slash you with a knife, it is an internal contradiction. Song Mo's intrusion and getting rid of Karavi is an external contradiction.

Internal conflicts can be discussed, but external conflicts cannot be discussed.

Even if Nelson didn't have the guts to confront him, Song Mo wouldn't get any benefit.The demons are strong enough to defy all the rules of the world, Song Mo can't, he has his own bottom line.

"Race," Song Mo propped one hand on the table, leaned forward, put the other hand on the back of Reis's neck, lowered his head, raised his head, and gently engulfed Reis's lips, wrapping the rest of the demons. The words were all blocked in his mouth.

Nelson, who had just finished practicing swordsmanship with Jason, passed the door and glanced into the room by accident. The door was not closed tightly, which happened to allow him to clearly see everything that happened in the room.

The black-haired lord was half-kneeling on the table, with one arm around the neck of the brown-haired demon. His eyes were slightly closed. The demon hugged him, lowered his head, and his lips slid down Song Mo's cheeks to the crest of his neck. Thin pecking kisses.

The collar was pulled away, and the raised neck was pulled out in a graceful arc, like a swan with its neck crossed.

Song Mozhi's hand on the table was wrapped by green vines and black runes. The vines and runes entangled and tore each other, adding a touch of weirdness to the scene that should have been evocative.

Nelson's eyes widened in an instant. The relationship between Song Mo and Reese was not a secret in the entire territory, but Nelson, who had been locked in the small black room before, was the first time to witness the relationship between Lord Gerryland and this demon of unknown origin. The look of the family alone.

Suddenly, Reese, who was buried in Song Mo's neck, swept across the door as if inadvertently, a blood-red light flashed in his sea-blue eyes, and Nelson behind the door was like a lightning strike, and an unspeakable fear rose from behind , he turned and ran almost without hesitation.

He ran back to the room without stopping and locked the door. Nelson's shirt was soaked in cold sweat.

The Duke, whose face turned pale from fright, felt aggrieved, what kind of thing is this!Indeed, standing behind the door is really not the behavior that a nobleman should do, bad luck, why do you want to make out but not close the door? !But he was the one passing by the door? !

Nelson was pulling his hair, and those terrifying eyes still appeared in front of his eyes from time to time. It was too scary. Song Mo Grillian could become a lover with such a terrifying guy.

But... such a Lord of Greeland can support his rebellion, so his chances of winning should be quite high, right?

Thinking about this, the Duke of Nelson was frightened by Reese, and his heart jumped back into his chest immediately. He walked to the desk and opened the drawer. There were three letters he had written a long time ago lying quietly in it. It seems that these letters It should be handed over to Lord Greeland.He has the strength and the ability to help him get out of the current predicament. As for the price he will pay in the future...at least it will not be worse than now.

Nelson was doing mental construction for himself in the room. On the other side, Song Mo firmly pushed away Reese who wanted to continue, and buttoned up his shirt. Regarding what was on the table, the lord said that he had a psychological shadow .

"Then change the place?" The Mozu still didn't give up, put his hands on both sides of Song Mo's body, biting a button of his shirt with his red lips, "Let's go to bed, huh?"

"Don't talk about it." Song Mo pressed Reese's face directly and pushed him away, "I still have a job."

Reese was holding the button he bit off, with an aggrieved expression on his face. Song Mo looked at the shirt with one button missing, and a row of veins appeared on his forehead.

Come on, is it really a dog? !

Ignoring Reiss who was biting the button of his coat, Song Mo directly picked up his coat and put it on, raised his hand, and warned Reiss who was still trying to get closer, "If you dare to bite off the button of my coat, be careful and I will use a cannon Boom you!"

Reese was aggrieved, aggrieved, and depressed, so he broke out.

The man turned into a girl again, tears welled up in his big eyes, he pouted his lips, and said coquettishly: "You are a bad guy!" When he opened the door, tears ran out of his disheveled clothes.

While crying, he shouted: "Song Mo Gerryland is a big villain!"

The last time Rui Si burst into tears to express her grievances in the middle of the night, this time she directly ruined Song Mo's reputation in broad daylight.

Song Mo stood stiffly in the room, his raised hand was still there, looking at the wide open door, his whole body became rigid, petrified, and then weathered...

It's the second time, Temadi's second time!

Is there anyone more shameless, shameless, and ridiculous than this guy?

Have it? !

The housekeeper, Old John, walked into the room, saw the lord who had turned into scum, and said blankly: "My lord, do you need me to help you solve this trouble?"

The slag-like Song Mo looked at the butler speechlessly.

The housekeeper nodded understandingly, "I understand, if you change your mind, you can notify me at any time."

After the words fell, he turned and left directly.

A few seconds later, there was a loud noise from outside the door, accompanied by the maid's exclamation: "My lord, why did you break the pillar?!"

Immediately afterwards, Old John's famous answer: "Because this pillar is too weak."

The slag-like Song Mo: "..."