Chapter 117: The rainstorm in late summer is coming
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Bold people!
Liszt listened to the report of the patrol team, and his heart flashed through this thought. It was just that the porcelain touched the head of the lord - even the cheaper of the lord wanted to occupy.
However, he did not listen to the words of the patrol members.
"Shawn, you go to ask Hunter, have you demolished your own wooden house."
"Yes, adults!"
He returned quickly from the Cavalier Sean, and at the same time, Gao Ertai. The result was affirmative. Hunter heard that the materials for the repairing wooden house were paid by the castle. On the spot, he threatened to replace every piece of wood in his wooden house. Then, the music was sad and the wooden house fell.
"Mr. Galthai, what do you think should be done?" Liszt did not feel indignant, just a faint inquiry.
"The wicked people should kill them alive!" Gao Ertai replied loudly. "Adults, the free people and the people, the hunger is not greedy, even the sacred and inviolable things of the castle are courageous, and should be heavily punished. I think it should be He became a serf and whipped a hundred!"
There are many civilians onlookers.
Hearing the voice of Gao Ertai, he couldn’t help but shrink his neck. It was not terrible to become a serf. He was whipped for one hundred and could kill a person alive. In particular, there were a few civilians who also moved their hands in their own wooden houses. They wanted to take advantage of it. When they heard this, almost their legs began to tremble.
The greed of the heart faded in an instant, groping for a quiet move toward the home, ready to put the wood that moved the hands and feet back...
To be honest, the whipping is a bit heavy.
Sin does not die.
However, Hunter's behavior made Liszt quite unhappy - he tried to lead the flowers to the town, and some people didn't know how to be grateful and wanted to take advantage of it.
This kind of ethos must not help, and must be killed.
"Look at the fact that he has been cut off one arm, the whipping is remembered for a while, and when he is wounded, he is divided twice, and each whipped fifty."
He glanced at the nervous civilians around him and told Gao Ertai: "Do a good job in propaganda. I don't want to find a second person and do something similar."
"As you wish, adult!"
There was a cruel smile on Gortatai’s face: "I will let these stupid civilians know that it is important for a few pieces of wood, or for their own lives."
After making such a noise, Liszt did not intend to continue to patrol the wooden house repair conference.
Turn the horse's head and return to the castle.
......
The Solanum nigrum in the dragon sunflower field has gradually recovered, and the magic power can be stabilized in the Cordyceps. Black spots and dead leaves are gradually becoming green.
After watching Longkui, Liszt rode on the horse race.
Finally, return to the green apple tree and enjoy the cool.
Taking advantage of a bunch of keys, Carter, who had just come out of the cellar, came over. His pace is very slow, with the calmness of the elderly, the clothes are always meticulous, some are worn, but the ironing is very flat, there is no thread, no wrinkles.
"Master, your mood doesn't seem very good."
"It seems that my mood is written on my face."
“What can I share for you?” Carter asked with a smile, very kind, and immediately felt warm.
Liszt indicated that Thomas had moved a stool for Carter and said, "Mr. Carter, do you think I am a qualified lord?"
"I never doubt this. You have the courage of the tulip family, and the compassion, justice, humility, and honor of the nobility. You are always looked after by the Cavaliers."
“Is there a change in the flower town for the past six months?”
“The change is very big. I remember that when I first came to the town of flowers, the expression on the faces of the town’s residents was numb. Now they are like new students. I have seen many smiles, which are more than the smiles I have seen elsewhere. Many. Everyone is grateful to your lord."
“Not all.” Liszt took the iced juice, took a sip, cooled from his throat to his stomach, and spread it to his body. “Today, I met a civilian who wanted the castle to repair his new house for free. He broke himself. The old wooden house did not care about the grace I gave."
"You are not worthy of being angry with such civilians. Humble civilians are different from noble nobles. They are always full of bad habits."
"Well, I accepted your statement." Liszt took away the unpleasantness in his heart. "In fact, Mr. Gao Ertai's whip has already suffocated me."
Maybe he didn't find it himself.
He has been standing more and more in the position of the nobility to think about the problem.
As a traverser, Liszt still failed to change the world. He blended in with it little by little, betrayed the idea of the Communists, and fell on the position of the exploiting class.
Not far from becoming a qualified indigenous.
But for this, he has his own words to refute: "My ideal is to ride the dragon, not to change the world!"
......
The chalet repair battle lasted for five days.
I could not continue, because this day, the north wind whistling, the dark clouds obscured the sky. The weeds on the racecourse swayed in the wind and could not straighten up for a moment.
The servants of the castle are busy installing the planks on the windows to keep out the wind and rain.
If you have money, Liszt can be carved into glass with crystal and mounted on a window like a tulip. But he is not so extravagant, that box of crystals, but to be built in the future to create magic items. Temporarily the windows of the castle are covered by detachable planks.
In addition, each window has a curtain woven with grass stalks, which can be used to block sunlight and mosquitoes.
No, the wind outside will blow the curtains.
After the board was installed, the castle was not considered to be bright light, and it was even more dim. Carter was busy letting the servant put candles in the study room, living room, etc., and let the room regain the light. Today, the Liszt money bag is still sufficient, the candle can be more, and the study will be ordered by five or six.
"Mr. Carter, don't worry about wasting, my room needs to be bright enough. Reading in the dark light is very harmful to the eyes."
Liszt held a novel and looked bored.
One hundred and eighty-two books in the castle, he has seen it all over two times. Basically, there are tens of thousands of words in a book, and only a few thousand words.
He admired the authors who wrote these knight novels. In a few thousand words, they had to write a complete story. And there must be a dragon, a princess, a Knights, a king, a war, a banquet... otherwise no nobles would buy their books.
The nobility does not buy books. These are the lonely aristocrats who write all kinds of stories, and they will starve to death. There is no doubt that those who choose to write are basically lonely.
Civilians simply can't write.
"Master, look at the current weather, there will be a heavy rain today."
"The next heavy rain is also good. The ponds in the town of flowers are almost dry, and there is an urgent need for rainwater supplements."
"I hope not to break the crops and affect the tax revenue this season." Carter opened a wooden board and looked at the overcast sky outside, not worried.
"Don't be nervous, now the castle is not short of food, the town is not short of food, the east coast is the canteen of the flower town." Liszt said faintly.
He leaned back on the back of the chair, and his focus was not on the knight's novel in front of him.
Instead, I was watching a smog of smoke, and the smoke was distorted to form a piece of serpent: "Complete the mission and reward the spike-changing fast-growing variety of thorns."
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Bold people!
Liszt listened to the report of the patrol team, and his heart flashed through this thought. It was just that the porcelain touched the head of the lord - even the cheaper of the lord wanted to occupy.
However, he did not listen to the words of the patrol members.
"Shawn, you go to ask Hunter, have you demolished your own wooden house."
"Yes, adults!"
He returned quickly from the Cavalier Sean, and at the same time, Gao Ertai. The result was affirmative. Hunter heard that the materials for the repairing wooden house were paid by the castle. On the spot, he threatened to replace every piece of wood in his wooden house. Then, the music was sad and the wooden house fell.
"Mr. Galthai, what do you think should be done?" Liszt did not feel indignant, just a faint inquiry.
"The wicked people should kill them alive!" Gao Ertai replied loudly. "Adults, the free people and the people, the hunger is not greedy, even the sacred and inviolable things of the castle are courageous, and should be heavily punished. I think it should be He became a serf and whipped a hundred!"
There are many civilians onlookers.
Hearing the voice of Gao Ertai, he couldn’t help but shrink his neck. It was not terrible to become a serf. He was whipped for one hundred and could kill a person alive. In particular, there were a few civilians who also moved their hands in their own wooden houses. They wanted to take advantage of it. When they heard this, almost their legs began to tremble.
The greed of the heart faded in an instant, groping for a quiet move toward the home, ready to put the wood that moved the hands and feet back...
To be honest, the whipping is a bit heavy.
Sin does not die.
However, Hunter's behavior made Liszt quite unhappy - he tried to lead the flowers to the town, and some people didn't know how to be grateful and wanted to take advantage of it.
This kind of ethos must not help, and must be killed.
"Look at the fact that he has been cut off one arm, the whipping is remembered for a while, and when he is wounded, he is divided twice, and each whipped fifty."
He glanced at the nervous civilians around him and told Gao Ertai: "Do a good job in propaganda. I don't want to find a second person and do something similar."
"As you wish, adult!"
There was a cruel smile on Gortatai’s face: "I will let these stupid civilians know that it is important for a few pieces of wood, or for their own lives."
After making such a noise, Liszt did not intend to continue to patrol the wooden house repair conference.
Turn the horse's head and return to the castle.
......
The Solanum nigrum in the dragon sunflower field has gradually recovered, and the magic power can be stabilized in the Cordyceps. Black spots and dead leaves are gradually becoming green.
After watching Longkui, Liszt rode on the horse race.
Finally, return to the green apple tree and enjoy the cool.
Taking advantage of a bunch of keys, Carter, who had just come out of the cellar, came over. His pace is very slow, with the calmness of the elderly, the clothes are always meticulous, some are worn, but the ironing is very flat, there is no thread, no wrinkles.
"Master, your mood doesn't seem very good."
"It seems that my mood is written on my face."
“What can I share for you?” Carter asked with a smile, very kind, and immediately felt warm.
Liszt indicated that Thomas had moved a stool for Carter and said, "Mr. Carter, do you think I am a qualified lord?"
"I never doubt this. You have the courage of the tulip family, and the compassion, justice, humility, and honor of the nobility. You are always looked after by the Cavaliers."
“Is there a change in the flower town for the past six months?”
“The change is very big. I remember that when I first came to the town of flowers, the expression on the faces of the town’s residents was numb. Now they are like new students. I have seen many smiles, which are more than the smiles I have seen elsewhere. Many. Everyone is grateful to your lord."
“Not all.” Liszt took the iced juice, took a sip, cooled from his throat to his stomach, and spread it to his body. “Today, I met a civilian who wanted the castle to repair his new house for free. He broke himself. The old wooden house did not care about the grace I gave."
"You are not worthy of being angry with such civilians. Humble civilians are different from noble nobles. They are always full of bad habits."
"Well, I accepted your statement." Liszt took away the unpleasantness in his heart. "In fact, Mr. Gao Ertai's whip has already suffocated me."
Maybe he didn't find it himself.
He has been standing more and more in the position of the nobility to think about the problem.
As a traverser, Liszt still failed to change the world. He blended in with it little by little, betrayed the idea of the Communists, and fell on the position of the exploiting class.
Not far from becoming a qualified indigenous.
But for this, he has his own words to refute: "My ideal is to ride the dragon, not to change the world!"
......
The chalet repair battle lasted for five days.
I could not continue, because this day, the north wind whistling, the dark clouds obscured the sky. The weeds on the racecourse swayed in the wind and could not straighten up for a moment.
The servants of the castle are busy installing the planks on the windows to keep out the wind and rain.
If you have money, Liszt can be carved into glass with crystal and mounted on a window like a tulip. But he is not so extravagant, that box of crystals, but to be built in the future to create magic items. Temporarily the windows of the castle are covered by detachable planks.
In addition, each window has a curtain woven with grass stalks, which can be used to block sunlight and mosquitoes.
No, the wind outside will blow the curtains.
After the board was installed, the castle was not considered to be bright light, and it was even more dim. Carter was busy letting the servant put candles in the study room, living room, etc., and let the room regain the light. Today, the Liszt money bag is still sufficient, the candle can be more, and the study will be ordered by five or six.
"Mr. Carter, don't worry about wasting, my room needs to be bright enough. Reading in the dark light is very harmful to the eyes."
Liszt held a novel and looked bored.
One hundred and eighty-two books in the castle, he has seen it all over two times. Basically, there are tens of thousands of words in a book, and only a few thousand words.
He admired the authors who wrote these knight novels. In a few thousand words, they had to write a complete story. And there must be a dragon, a princess, a Knights, a king, a war, a banquet... otherwise no nobles would buy their books.
The nobility does not buy books. These are the lonely aristocrats who write all kinds of stories, and they will starve to death. There is no doubt that those who choose to write are basically lonely.
Civilians simply can't write.
"Master, look at the current weather, there will be a heavy rain today."
"The next heavy rain is also good. The ponds in the town of flowers are almost dry, and there is an urgent need for rainwater supplements."
"I hope not to break the crops and affect the tax revenue this season." Carter opened a wooden board and looked at the overcast sky outside, not worried.
"Don't be nervous, now the castle is not short of food, the town is not short of food, the east coast is the canteen of the flower town." Liszt said faintly.
He leaned back on the back of the chair, and his focus was not on the knight's novel in front of him.
Instead, I was watching a smog of smoke, and the smoke was distorted to form a piece of serpent: "Complete the mission and reward the spike-changing fast-growing variety of thorns."
Bold people!Liszt listened to the report of the patrol team, and his heart flashed through this thought. It was just that the porcelain touched the head of the lord - even the cheaper of the lord wanted to occupy.However, he did not listen to the words of the patrol members."Shawn, you go to ask Hunter, have you demolished your own wooden house.""Yes, adults!"He returned quickly from the Cavalier Sean, and at the same time, Gao Ertai. The result was affirmative. Hunter heard that the materials for the repairing wooden house were paid by the castle. On the spot, he threatened to replace every piece of wood in his wooden house. Then, the music was sad and the wooden house fell."Mr. Galthai, what do you think should be done?" Liszt did not feel indignant, just a faint inquiry."The wicked people should kill them alive!" Gao Ertai replied loudly. "Adults, the free people and the people, the hunger is not greedy, even the sacred and inviolable things of the castle are courageous, and should be heavily punished. I think it should be He became a serf and whipped a hundred!"There are many civilians onlookers.Hearing the voice of Gao Ertai, he couldn't help but shrink his neck. It was not terrible to become a serf. He was whipped for one hundred and could kill a person alive. In particular, there were a few civilians who also moved their hands in their own wooden houses. They wanted to take advantage of it. When they heard this, almost their legs began to tremble.The greed of the heart faded in an instant, groping for a quiet move toward the home, ready to put the wood that moved the hands and feet back...To be honest, the whipping is a bit heavy.Sin does not die.However, Hunter's behavior made Liszt quite unhappy - he tried to lead the flowers to the town, and some people didn't know how to be grateful and wanted to take advantage of it.This kind of ethos must not help, and must be killed."Look at the fact that he has been cut off one arm, the whipping is remembered for a while, and when he is wounded, he is divided twice, and each whipped fifty."He glanced at the nervous civilians around him and told Gao Ertai: "Do a good job in propaganda. I don't want to find a second person and do something similar.""As you wish, adult!"There was a cruel smile on Gortatai's face: "I will let these stupid civilians know that it is important for a few pieces of wood, or for their own lives."After making such a noise, Liszt did not intend to continue to patrol the wooden house repair conference.Turn the horse's head and return to the castle.......The Solanum nigrum in the dragon sunflower field has gradually recovered, and the magic power can be stabilized in the Cordyceps. Black spots and dead leaves are gradually becoming green.After watching Longkui, Liszt rode on the horse race.Finally, return to the green apple tree and enjoy the cool.Taking advantage of a bunch of keys, Carter, who had just come out of the cellar, came over. His pace is very slow, with the calmness of the elderly, the clothes are always meticulous, some are worn, but the ironing is very flat, there is no thread, no wrinkles."Master, your mood doesn't seem very good.""It seems that my mood is written on my face."What can I share for you? Carter asked with a smile, very kind, and immediately felt warm.Liszt indicated that Thomas had moved a stool for Carter and said, "Mr. Carter, do you think I am a qualified lord?""I never doubt this. You have the courage of the tulip family, and the compassion, justice, humility, and honor of the nobility. You are always looked after by the Cavaliers."Is there a change in the flower town for the past six months?The change is very big. I remember that when I first came to the town of flowers, the expression on the faces of the town's residents was numb. Now they are like new students. I have seen many smiles, which are more than the smiles I have seen elsewhere. Many. Everyone is grateful to your lord."Not all. Liszt took the iced juice, took a sip, cooled from his throat to his stomach, and spread it to his body. Today, I met a civilian who wanted the castle to repair his new house for free. He broke himself. The old wooden house did not care about the grace I gave.""You are not worthy of being angry with such civilians. Humble civilians are different from noble nobles. They are always full of bad habits.""Well, I accepted your statement." Liszt took away the unpleasantness in his heart. "In fact, Mr. Gao Ertai's whip has already suffocated me."Maybe he didn't find it himself.He has been standing more and more in the position of the nobility to think about the problem.As a traverser, Liszt still failed to change the world. He blended in with it little by little, betrayed the idea of the Communists, and fell on the position of the exploiting class.Not far from becoming a qualified indigenous.But for this, he has his own words to refute: "My ideal is to ride the dragon, not to change the world!"......The chalet repair battle lasted for five days.I could not continue, because this day, the north wind whistling, the dark clouds obscured the sky. The weeds on the racecourse swayed in the wind and could not straighten up for a moment.The servants of the castle are busy installing the planks on the windows to keep out the wind and rain.If you have money, Liszt can be carved into glass with crystal and mounted on a window like a tulip. But he is not so extravagant, that box of crystals, but to be built in the future to create magic items. Temporarily the windows of the castle are covered by detachable planks.In addition, each window has a curtain woven with grass stalks, which can be used to block sunlight and mosquitoes.No, the wind outside will blow the curtains.After the board was installed, the castle was not considered to be bright light, and it was even more dim. Carter was busy letting the servant put candles in the study room, living room, etc., and let the room regain the light. Today, the Liszt money bag is still sufficient, the candle can be more, and the study will be ordered by five or six."Mr. Carter, don't worry about wasting, my room needs to be bright enough. Reading in the dark light is very harmful to the eyes."Liszt held a novel and looked bored.One hundred and eighty-two books in the castle, he has seen it all over two times. Basically, there are tens of thousands of words in a book, and only a few thousand words.He admired the authors who wrote these knight novels. In a few thousand words, they had to write a complete story. And there must be a dragon, a princess, a Knights, a king, a war, a banquet... otherwise no nobles would buy their books.The nobility does not buy books. These are the lonely aristocrats who write all kinds of stories, and they will starve to death. There is no doubt that those who choose to write are basically lonely.Civilians simply can't write."Master, look at the current weather, there will be a heavy rain today.""The next heavy rain is also good. The ponds in the town of flowers are almost dry, and there is an urgent need for rainwater supplements.""I hope not to break the crops and affect the tax revenue this season." Carter opened a wooden board and looked at the overcast sky outside, not worried."Don't be nervous, now the castle is not short of food, the town is not short of food, the east coast is the canteen of the flower town." Liszt said faintly.He leaned back on the back of the chair, and his focus was not on the knight's novel in front of him.Instead, I was watching a smog of smoke, and the smoke was distorted to form a piece of serpent: "Complete the mission and reward the spike-changing fast-growing variety of thorns."
