Dominate the world in three weeks?

Terrence and Wesley were sitting in the corridor of the legion's garrison talking when the plan at the Santo's Mansion was disrupted.

Rows of stone pillars are wrapped by green vines, turning into a comfortable shade in summer.Some of the hanging branches are also decorated with small bright red fruits.

Evan, the captain of the archers, happened to pass by here. He saw Terrence's figure, and immediately turned over while supporting the pillar, and did not forget to pick a few fruits.

The young warrior brushed his silver hair that was a little messy due to exercise, and distributed the fruit in his hands to the two young masters from the imperial capital—the demeanor was like sending flowers to a beauty: "Try it, this Sala fruit It is a special product in the south, with thin skin and juicy juice, which should be rare in the imperial capital."

Terrence imitated Evan, wiped the skin of the fruit with his clothes, took a bite, and said while eating: "You are right, I heard that this fruit is not easy to preserve, and it may be destroyed when it is transported to the imperial capital." gone."

Wesley looked at Terrence and Evan. Although he had been in office for a long time, but because he had been staying in the imperial capital, he still retained a little cleanliness of the nobility, so he just held the fruit in his hand.In order not to be too disrespectful, the unsmiling young man also talked about it: "I have never eaten this kind of fruit. When I saw it just now, I thought it was an ornamental plant."

"Oh!" Evan showed a sly smile, "We don't have any ornamental plants here. When life was difficult before, the legion commander wanted to turn over the training ground to grow vegetables to eat!"

Such a secret made Wesley's eyes widen.

Evan bowed exaggeratedly, and said with his unique aria with great interest: "Let me tell the interesting stories about our Goshawk Legion for the lords, I hope I can make all the gentlemen laugh--Duke Your Excellency, can I tell you?"

Terrence made a gesture of invitation, dumbfounded.

To say that in the past, the life of the Goshawk Legion was indeed very difficult-of course, they guarded the border, and no matter how courageous the officials were, they would not deprive the Legion of food.But the most critical thing is the mines that were confiscated under the pretext of industrial development.Without the raw materials of weapons and armor, the Legion would lose its meaning of existence.

Even in this war-torn city, where people wear down their will in day-to-day ordinary life, Lawrence never forgot his glory.

He used all the funds in the regiment to buy good soldiers and sharp weapons, and tried his best to maintain the sharp blade of the legion. Because of this, he was loved by all soldiers.If it is said that the Goshawk Legion became famous through the hands of the old Duke Aldret, then its surviving demeanor to this day is all due to Lawrence's persistence.

Evan picked up a few short stories that made the whole group jump up and down in order to fill their stomachs, and said that it seemed that they really intended to make Terrence and the two smile knowingly.At the end, he said to Terrence: "Actually, the commander of the legion has always been very grateful for what you have done for us. He just has a too straight temper and can't speak nice words--I'll tell you quietly, in fact, he and yours used to Father even flipped the table over."

This archer captain who had been honed in the theater troupe was born with a delicate heart, and probably this sentence was the purpose of his coming here today.

Terrence waved his hand: "I know the commander of the legion is a warm-hearted person. If I blamed him, I wouldn't have stayed here yesterday."

"Your heart is as broad as the sky, you are such a beloved hero!" Evan blinked and sang in his slightly deep voice.This is one of the most widely circulated bards.

Terrence laughed again.

The archer captain actually had something to do. After talking to Terrence, he left in a hurry—he had to take his soldiers to patrol.Such a troublesome incident happened in Aldelete, and it needs to be carefully supervised both in and out of the city.This kind of thing can't be counted on by the gang of the security team. It is thanks to the day and night patrols of the Goshawk Legion that the order of the city is guaranteed.

Wesley waited until the people had left before praising: "The Goshawk Legion is worthy of being one of the three major legions of the empire, and its military style and will are impressive."

Terrence revealed a look of pride.

After all, the two of them are not noble young masters who came to Alderete for vacation. The two of them took advantage of the cozy atmosphere brought by Evan to rest for a while, and then began to discuss this task.

By noon, Lancer, who was out, returned to the legion's garrison.At this time, civilians waiting to receive food gathered outside the gate of the garrison early, and Lancer squeezed in after a lot of effort.

Lawrence is talking to Terrence—Aldelete is a big city, and the amount of food needed for the entire population of the city is huge.Although Terrence had relied on his own identity to transfer food from nearby, the consumption was too fast, and Lawrence was worried about how long the remaining food would last.

"It doesn't matter, a batch of grain will be shipped from the east in a few days. It is estimated that the dust will have settled by then."

Terrence said, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lancer approaching, and slightly bent the corner of his eye.

Lancer couldn't help showing a smile, and quickened his pace.

Lawrence had a deep influence on the knight who had been with Terrence. Seeing his expression, he said to Terrence, "Your subordinate looks much more cheerful than before."

"Really?" Terrence raised an eyebrow.

Lawrence curled his lips, pointed to the corner of his mouth and said, "The last time I saw him, he looked like he was owed money. Tsk tsk tsk, he's obviously a young man."

Terrence heard the words of the legion commander, and subconsciously looked in the direction where Lancer was coming.Since being together all the time, he never realized it.A few seconds later, Terrence shrugged: "Isn't this a good change?"

"Oh, I feel good."

"I think so too." Terrence laughed and walked towards Lancer.

Lancer held Terrence's shoulders and asked gently, "Is there anything good? You seem to be in a good mood."

Terrence took him to the cafeteria: "No. But you, what did those guys say when you went to the city lord's mansion?"

Lancer sneered: "As you guessed, they are all very courteous. They said that what happened to Aldrette is because they are not doing well. I hope you can give them a chance to explain."

"I said that it's not good for me to do things, so why explain to me?" Terrence smiled, "Let's do it for now. If you don't pay attention to their words, someone will jump out."

What Terrence said was not wrong.

After Lanser left the City Lord's Mansion, there was no news. In the afternoon, he heard that someone was investigating the shops in the city.Even though the tax officer had calmed everyone down last night, such a move made some ulterior motives tremble with fear.

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And after a few days, even the tax official couldn't bear it anymore, and sent someone to the Legion to send invitations to Terrence.

"Why doesn't he come by himself?" Terrence sat on the chair, propped his chin and looked at the servant. "Oh, I see, he probably doesn't dare to go out on the street now, does he?"

His half-smile tone made the servant shake his legs and almost kneel down.Terrence ignored him, turned to look at Lancer and asked, "I remember that the Santo's Mansion seems to be mine? It sounds interesting to be invited as a guest now."

This time the servant finally fell to the ground tremblingly: "No, no, that's not what my husband meant."

"I didn't say anything, you don't have to be so nervous." Terrence waved his hand, "Tell him I will go, I hope he doesn't mess up the place where I live."

The servant Nuonuo responded, got up and left quickly.

Terrence took the uniquely cut bronzing copybook and turned a few flowers at his fingertips, and smiled inexplicably.

——Some people who think they are smart are often overconfident.

The tax collector's dinner was just a day later—the eagerness of the other party was evident.

Invited to participate, in addition to Terrence and his party, there were also officials and squires in the city.

When Wesley and Terrence walked into the hall of the Santo's Mansion together, they were almost taken aback by the overly ornate arrangement.Wesley stunned and said to Terrence: "What the hell is this tax official thinking? The civilians outside are hungry, but he held such a high-profile banquet?"

Terrence leaned back against the dining table, and had no attachment to the exquisite food on it: "A conscientious person always thinks that others have a conscience, and a vicious person always thinks that everyone is vicious—this shows that a greedy person also has a conscience. Thinking that everyone will be dominated by interests. He is not stupid, but too smart."

Terrence glanced at the short and fat man who wanted to lean in but didn't move because of his face, and further explained: "Even if I don't want to cooperate with him today, as long as he announces that I have participated in this banquet, I will be in the presence of the townspeople." In my heart, he and I will only be lumped together—he wants to make trouble for me."

Wesley glanced at Terrence in surprise, and said after a few seconds of silence: "Sometimes I really can't treat you as a student who is still in school."

Terrence smiled slightly. In fact, he didn't know much about the truth, but he just saw too much dirty human nature.