Extraordinary Mechanical City

　　　　 Early in the morning, Ren went back to the hotel and looked at the safe and sound barbarian chick.

　　 Then he followed Bazel out.

　　 "Senior Bazel, where are we going now?"

"My technique is an exclusive inheritance. Although the increase in fighting energy is also good, you can't learn it. Moreover, although our werewolves are in close combat with the flesh, we can take the route of the'Assassin Hunter', which is not suitable for the fighter you want to develop. Sequence. And I know there happens to be a master fighter in the City of Glory. If you want to follow the [Qigong Master] routine, that guy is perfect. By the way, do you have any contribution points?"

　　 "There are more than ten points in the brand..."

　　 "Learning the "Breath of Thunder" requires 20,000 contribution points...Forget it, I will lend you first. When you have money in the future, remember to pay me back. Your doctor will become famous in the future, but you will not be short of money."

"Oh."

　　 At this moment, Renn knew how rich the top monster thief was.

　　 At the time, the leader of the "White Wolf and Bizarre Pirates Group" of the three major pirates of Omar, a huge sum of 200 million Lisos, was loaned out when the drizzle...

　　......

　　 At the same time, Usenbar, the capital of the Omar Empire, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Glory City.

　　 "Usenbar" is also the only "Dragon City Hegemony" mechanical city in the world, with over 10 million residents in the inner city, with indestructible steel barriers and super artillery.

　　 In the center of the mechanical giant city, there is a super-high castle building that stands out from the crowd. It is a magnificent palace, the Omar Palace.

　　 At this moment, in the study room of the apse of the palace, the gorgeous crystal palace lamp reflects a splendid and luxurious interior.

　　 In front of the desk, the current King Doppler Spuglin is reviewing memorials.

　　 He was wearing glasses and reading it carefully, looking very focused.

　　 Not long after, a tall woman with a court rapier at the waist came in.

　　 The palace maids did not stop the woman with the blond saber, but quietly left the study and closed the door.

　　 Doppler looked up at the blonde woman, showing a tired smile, and said: "Ymir, my dear sister, you are here..."

　　 Ymir looked at the pale face of His Majesty the King, frowning: "Doppler, your face is getting worse and worse. Your physical condition makes me very worried..."

　　 "Oh, you worry too much."

　　 Doppler shook his head and said: "In the morning, Dean Philo of the Royal College of Medicine has checked me and said that I'm just a little tired. You know, my sleep has not been very good recently."

　　 Youmir sighed slightly, "You should rest more."

　　 After a pause, she asked: "You asked me to come over, is something wrong?"

　　 Doppler pondered for a moment, it seemed a little hard to read.

　　 Seeing him like this, Ymir said strangely: "What's wrong, Doppler? You look hesitant, this is not your character."

　　 After pondering for a moment, Doppler said: "I intend to give you a fief to establish a principality, and officially give you a title."

　　"..."

　　 Yumir frowned for a moment when he heard it.

　　 She was a little surprised, and asked, "Why did you suddenly make such a decision?"

　　 The siblings know each other. She naturally knows that Doppler is doing this, and she must have something else.

　　 It is not uncommon for an adult royal family to be enfeoffed to establish a duchy, but it also means that it has completely lost the right to inherit the throne.

　　 Yumir was not greedy for the throne, she just suddenly felt that her brother had made this decision too abnormal.

　　 Doppler's eyes were a little dim, and he said, "Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that our reform plan is going to fail. Ymir, my dear sister, I don't want you to be hurt anymore."

　　 "No, my brother, it's not like you would say something fearless."

Yumir understood that he was talking about his previous assassination, shook his head, and said without fear: "Reform must be through the pain of reform, which is inevitable. If the empire can change its appearance and thrive, I would rather me His blood is flowing on every inch of the empire..."

　　 Doppler barely squeezed out a smile, as if remembering how the brothers and sisters had determined to change Omar's spirited appearance years ago.

In a blink of an eye, the luster in his eyes faded, and he sighed: "If I can live for ten years, I will drain the last drop of blood for the empire. But last night...I saw my father calling me... ."

　　 Yumir heard inexplicably sadness in his heart, as if there was something important to lose, and interrupted: "No, brother! The court doctors said you are healthy!"

　　 Doppler shook his head, and said nothing more.

　　 He knows his physical condition very well.

　　......

　　 The study fell silent, and no one spoke.

　　 After a long time, Ymir said: "Doppler, what made you suddenly make this decision?"

　　 Doppler sighed and said, "If an apple has a wormhole, dig it out, it is still a delicious apple. But if the apple is full of wormholes, if you dig it out, is it still an apple?"

　　 Yumir was silent.

　　 She knows that “conservatives” are the “wormholes” with intricate roots.

Doppler: "As you can see, our veteran nobles in Omar have lost the enterprising spirit of their ancestors. They are reluctant to let go of their rights and wealth, and will even frantically fight back against all'enemies who try to take power from them.' '."

　　 Umir said: "Brother, we still have a chance. Although General Doron was forced out of the capital, we still have enough cards in hand..."

　　 "No...Ymir. I said, if there are another ten years, I firmly believe that our reforms can be successful."

Doppler shook his head and continued: "The last time you were assassinated, it was Sid's blood prince William. But that guy can appear in Stormwind Lake without the intervention of the veteran aristocrats of the'conservatives.' Even by our side. People..."

　　 Yumir's eyes were cold, and he argued: "I am already a little bit eye-catching about the last assassination. That staff named Clemens F. Metternich..."

Suddenly, she felt that today’s Doppler was strange. She turned her eyes and asked seriously: "Brother, are you hiding something from me? Although you are only a third-order transcendent, your body shouldn’t let you say You don’t need to check it down~www.ltnovel.com if you are so frustrated."

Doppler looked dark and didn't intend to answer positively, "Tomorrow you will leave the imperial capital to open up a new misty area and establish a duchy. Now we have a more powerful steam machine city technology than our ancestors, enough to explore a wider range. Land. Just like our ancestors, let's create a greater new country..."

　　 Ymir's crystal eyes trembled, and she obviously guessed something.

Doppler did not say anything, but said meaningfully: "Oma, after all, it is Oma of our Spuglin family. I don't want to see it fall apart, and the people of the empire should not be in a civil war. Die in pain..."

　　 Hearing this, the persistence in Ymir's eyes finally loosened, his expression darkened, "I understand, brother."

　　 "Where do you want the fief?"

　　 "Let's go west..."

　　 "Well, it's okay over there. Although the environment is a bit harsher, no one can mess with you."

　　 "Brother, how long can you live?"

　　"..."

　　 Silence is the answer.

　　 Ymir turned around sadly, walked to the study door, and said behind his back: "Your Majesty Doppler, I am leaving. From now on, take care of yourself."

　　 She knows that her brother is far more talented than others have seen. I was afraid that he had already understood some conspiracies, but he chose to fight all alone by himself.

"Ok."

　　 Doppler nodded, and finally said: "Ymir, if one day you know the truth that I am not willing to tell you today, I hope you can be more tolerant of'Meternich'..."

　　 Yumir did not respond to him.

　　 How can you tolerate the enemy... Brother!