Wolf King

Isaac was very calm, he had been baptized when writing this play.

Lola was also very calm-as long as this young girl is not living in a specific environment, she was brainwashed, influenced by the environment, and had a fantasic illusion of love-but after discovering that the teacher stared at her severely, she Can't calm down.

"Teacher, do you think I look so easy to be cheated?" Little Lola looked black.

"Of course not, our little Lola is more clever and capable~" Xiao Yun lengthened his tone, "Isn't I doing prevention work first? Seeing that overbearing president... uh, a shrewd stupid face. The prince did not. If he showed you love under the prince's halo, would you be a vanity? Will the vanity be satisfied as a love move?"

"Teacher—!!!" Little Lola jumped up and stomped hard, "Prince Morris is only the third heir. He must find a princess with enough weight before the king abdicate, otherwise he will succeed him after the throne. You can mix up to no duke with no real power, and the noble council can't get in. How could you marry me!"

"Yeah~ That's good, the account is very clear. It's worthy of our clever Lola." Xiao Yun stretched out his hands with a smile, "Come and let me hug before you grow up, and be a little older teacher I can’t be so close to you."

Lola pounced on Xiao Yun's arms...

Isaac looked cold.

To appease some Lola, Xiao Yun went on to tell the two disciples the right thing.

"You don't want to intervene in Isaac's affairs." Xiao Yunzheng said, "First, this is Cronin's cake. After all, you are an outsider. It is not good for you to insert this foot in. First. Second, I do not recommend that you be taken too seriously by Prince Morris."

Isaac nodded first, and finally raised his head in surprise.

"Ayun, do you think Morris is not a good person?" Lola wondered.

Xiao Yun shook his head: "It has nothing to do with whether he is a good person, but as Lola said, he is the third heir to the royal family. He is in a high position and there is no mother to follow. If the current King Cronin abdicates, he is stripped. The royal aura, he will be excluded from the core power-this kind of people who can not maintain a calm attitude in front of power, is not suitable to be the target of betting."

After a pause, Xiao Yun increased his tone: "Although his situation is similar to that of Carlisle a few years ago, Carlisle can at least become a prince even if he doesn't have to fight hard. The Kingdom of Cronin, there is no prince said- Morris is like a boat going up against the current. If he does not enter, he will retreat. Following him as a precursor to the king is too costly!"

Isaac frowned and pondered, but Lola showed an inexplicable expression...

Xiao Yun did not continue to explain and let his disciples think slowly.

In the ancient Chinese battle for the succession of the heirs, the big brothers in the core power zone were eligible to choose the most vulnerable prince to support them.

Small fish and shrimps are not able to hug this weak prince’s thigh, it is the life of cannon fodder-people who are qualified to play the game of power, but lack the power, and have no conditions to remain calm in front of power, often have more gambling. Big!

So, what do these arrogant arrogants of heaven take to gamble?

The life of small fish and shrimp!

The history books will only record that the prince XX is imprisoned, so where are the princes XX?

Ha ha.

Xiao Yun had no contact with this prince and could not talk about it, but since he knows his situation, it doesn’t matter how the prince’s external character behaves-it is much simpler for the environment to change people than it is for people to change the environment.

Isaac is not a consumable. He is expecting Isaac to break into the top circle of Cronin to get the shipbuilding technology, but he did not intend to kill Isaac.

Isaac thought for a while before finally figured it out, sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and his voice was a little dry: "I understand, teacher."

He is indeed trying to find a way to climb Prince Morris's idea, let the other party pay more attention to himself as much as possible-what else can enter the top circle faster than holding the prince's thigh?

Unless the teacher reminded him, he really didn't know when he really killed himself...

Xiao Yun smiled and nodded. It is indeed Isaac who was beaten by the society. The wake-up water still drops quickly~

If you don’t have any social education, you might even hit a few nonsense such as "I have my own count" and "Take it easy!"

"We are not saying that we should alienate Prince Morris, but we must pay attention to the size and can cooperate, but can not be tied to his boat." Xiao Yun continued, "If you are not sure how to control this distance, then you can Refer to the attitude of Viscount Pope. How close he is to Prince Morris, you should use this distance as a red line, don't cross it. Don't look at the old Viscount Pope, he is better than you two...

The two disciples nodded cleverly.

This afternoon's standing ball game was still quite a sensation. Some businesses managed by Cavaliers closed their doors and came to see them; when the game ended and the Snow Wolf fighters left the battlefield, they were blocked by enthusiastic "fans". More than an hour.

Until the opening of the agricultural machinery fair that night, the VIPs present were still talking about the details of the game in the afternoon.

The trade fair was held in the three districts of the cavaliers under construction. Rows of agricultural machinery were neatly arranged on the large square that had been planned but had not yet broken ground. Several headlights illuminated the scene like daylight.

Isaac personally demonstrated the operation of agricultural machinery for the VIPs, climbed into the four-wheel tractor cabin, hung a ton of multiple triangular pears, and then ran back and forth, the bright eyes of the Cronin nobles rushed forward to see Peerless beauty-like hungry eyes, affectionately caressing the iron body and the triangular pear cast with wrought iron...

After demonstrating the operation of the seeder, harvester, and sweet potato (red fruit) machine, Isaac and Viscount Popper were completely overwhelmed by the enthusiastic noblemen...

Xiao Yun stood aside calmly with Lola, and was lively with a smile.

"I used to think that the price of agricultural machinery would be too expensive, but now I don't have to worry about it." Lola is also very happy. "However, Ayun, I have to give priority to the supply of Bolton collar. If you have more money, you will forget me."

"Good boy, of course, you are the most important." Xiao Yun laughed, "Teacher will also let you send plastic film to build a greenhouse. The snow in your side is not as big as the grassland, and the plastic greenhouse can also be covered. Hold on."

This won’t work on the grassland. The plastic shed walls will collapse. It can only be used to get more planting time in early spring and late autumn when it’s not snowing.

"Ayun is the best!" Lola was even happier.

"Don't be too happy and happy, you have to pay for it."

"I know it!"

"However-Little Lola, you can't immediately raise the level of agriculture with agricultural machinery and plastic film, do you understand?" Xiao Yun turned to look at Little Lola.

Little Lola thought for a while before answering: "I understand, Harris they gave me a report on the status of the survival of the Bolton farmers. The farmers are not as lazy and stupid as the little nobles said. Sixty percent of the harvest is to be paid to the local nobility. At least one hundred days a year must be worked for the local nobility. I don’t see the hope of life change. I just try my best if I’m alive. How can I plant it?"

"Hmm, then?" Xiao Yun nodded with satisfaction.

"Harris said that after the snake family arrived on the grassland, you would give them a house group, give them seeds, teach them to plant and compost, and they would leave them 70% of the output and buy their surplus food with money." Luo Pulling his head to look at Xiao Yun, he said seriously, "Snake races who are not good at planting can only feed themselves by planting for a year, and they can live better than before. So I think, "hope" should be the most With good motivation and a life of hope, not too many people will continue to be lazy. I think so, right? Ayun."

Xiao Yun smiled and touched Lola's little head.

He wouldn’t be stupid enough to talk to his disciples sitting in the position of feudal lords about liberating the people. He just let Lola observe, think, and figure out how to make the territory better.

"So what do you think, Lola, what do you think your leader can do to give your people hope?"

Lola turned her attention to the "peers" who were arguing about the price of agricultural machinery around the Viscount Pope, and after a moment of silence, the voice was very quiet: "The big noble taxed 30%, and the power of taxation reached the local nobility. , They will collect 60% of the tax from the farmer. Harris helped me to kill... 40% of the local nobility of the Bolton collar was removed, but without the intervention of the Parliament, the Bolton collar did not worry like my housekeeper Chaos."

After a pause, Lola said softly and whispered: "So I think that there is no need to exist in the local nobles who always shouted that I could not manage the Bolton collar without them."

This sentence Laura said in a very soft tone, but it was... murderous!

Xiao Yun looked at Lola with some surprise.

The so-called local aristocracy... is similar to the ancient Chinese gentleman.

These people are the end power of feudal rule society, but not since ancient times...Qin Shihuang ruled the world before, and the end power was lichang and pavilion; after the unification of the Central Plains, the land area became extremely huge, limited by the productivity of the times and transportation infrastructure Restrictions, the imperial power can only give up the countryside, so-called "imperial power does not go to the countryside."

But this problem does not exist for the human kingdom of this world-Cronin is the area of ​​three provinces, and Bolton Territory is just the size of two prefecture-level cities...

On such a big land, small and medium-sized nobles who have segregated land power and made layers of it are plainly lazy. As long as the royal family and the big nobles can receive taxes, just let your bottom farts live or die!

Anyway, the professional powerhouses in this world are for those who can afford it, and no more farmers will starve to death!

The deaths of old Philip and Markas were too sudden. Lola Philip had not received the education of the "authentic" aristocratic ruler, but let her get rid of this conventional aristocratic thinking.

Somehow patted Lola's shoulder with emotion, Xiao Yun thought for a while, and said softly: "If you want to cancel the local nobility led by Bolton, you must be ready to take over the power gap."

"I know what you said, power hates the vacuum. In areas where the rules are abandoned, there must be unspoken rules taking root." Lola also worried that the teacher would think that her ideas were radical. Seeing Xiao Yun did not accuse her but reminded She immediately smiled, "So I can't be anxious, I want to cultivate people who can replace the nobles in these places, and eliminate them from the source of power, right, Ayun?"

"It's my little Lola." Xiao Yun couldn't help laughing and nodded hard. "Then the teacher will wait to see when you can create a brand-new Bolton territory where people can see hope."

"Hmm!" Lola's eyes were shining, and she once again focused her attention on the adult nobles.

Among these nobles, there are many big men who have a higher status and decent than her, but they really don’t look at these guys like Carlisle as a chasing and surpassing Lola... young people can’t be arrogant!

"I won't always be the first countess of Cronin who just says it nicely, wait and see." The girl's eyes shone with ambition, and she made up her mind.

Lola, who was loved and grew up by old Philip and has not been indoctrinated as a good wife and mother for the family marriage, does not feel that there is anything wrong with his ideals...

On the grassland, hilly new area.

The fire department's vermicelli, sauces, canned food, fresh pork rabbit meat and other goods are transported by trailer to the Hilly New District, and then packed in baskets. The snow werewolves carried by the rotation and delivered to the underground world; although it is late at night, the entire new district square Still brightly lit and busy together.

Scythe of the Abyss An Qiluo embraced his chest with both hands, and watched indifferently a group of gray dwarves sweating and helped to load.

Hongye, the leader of the new district, accompanied the big-breasted dark elf to check the goods with a smile, and took out a two-pound bottle of canned oranges from a one-height piggy basket: "Look, An Qiluo, are the orange petals big and big?" Beautiful? Fully loaded! The quality of our products is absolutely guaranteed, and we will never replenish it. Doing business, our Fire Department is absolutely serious!"

"I don't mean to pick the quality, but I hope to deliver it as soon as possible." An Qiluo stared at the dead fish eye. "It was more than a month before and after the five million pounds of noodles were last delivered, this time—"

"Oh, that's not because we sent so many things last time, and we were not familiar with the road conditions before we got lost!" Hongye's face remained unchanged, and he couldn't see the guilty conscience.

"Lost...!!!" An Qiluo secretly luck, full of green muscle smile: "Well, count you lost. But, red leaves, I remember you did not have so many gray dwarves before?"

"Yes, a lot of grey dwarves suddenly appeared on the grassland in the first half of the year, and we also felt weird. But when others come to us to ask for life, they always have to give others food, right." Hong Ye looked straight.

"Oh-suddenly there are thousands of grey dwarfs?" An Qiluo's forehead was even worse.

"Yeah! It's strange, don't gray dwarves all live in the underground world!" Hongye sighed on the thigh and showed a caring expression. "Why, speaking of it, you are fighting with the dwarf kingdom, did it affect the rear? , The gray dwarfs felt unsafe, so they ran up?"

An Qiluo: "..."

Secret luck again, the abyss sickle manicly smiled: "Nothing, the dwarf kingdom vanguard is still far from the dungeon! Besides, these gray dwarves live in the rear, run a fart!"

"Oh... (⊙o⊙)..." Hongye's pure face, "You mean these gray dwarves were yours?"

"Of course!!" An Qiluo roared.

Hongye nodded and pointed to a gray dwarf who helped move the goods, more purely: "You tell him to see if he agrees or not."

"Do you want to fight? You orc bastard!"

"Why are you so irritable? You said they are yours."

"Who lives in the underground world who is not our dark elf?!"

"Don't lie to me, those adventurers are not yours, nor are the black iron dwarves."

"...!!!"

I don’t know where this big-breasted dark elf pulled out a slender stick, and a scythe popped out on the sound of the stick, and it slammed against the red leaves...

The red leaves popped out of their claws, and while blocking, they also persuaded: "Okay, okay, you said they are yours and yours, but they are now eating our meals and receiving our salaries. Well, you have been raised for half a year before you come, this is not countable~~"

"Do you want to say that I made trouble for no reason?! Obviously your fire department stole our dark elves!"

"Nothing, we just take in the people who came to the grassland. Wow~"

"Even so they are our people!"

"To put it this way, the Grey Dwarves originally lived in the Western Continent."

"...!!!"

The gray dwarves who helped to move things did not see and hear, and quietly worked on the matter at hand.

Two hundred snow werewolves were packed in the baskets, and the water delivered from this rotation shouted far away: "We are going to start!"

Hongye persuaded in good faith: "Dashui they are going to take a leap, don't you say they have to follow the delivery process all the time, or don't you? Follow us for two days and go back?"

An Qiluo breathlessly closed his hands, shouting towards the red leaves while collecting his sickle: "I still want to steal people from the underground world, no way!"

He turned around and stalked, striding to keep up with the Snow Wolf Clan...

"Let's play again An Qiluo!" Hongye waved at her with a smile.

"Less wordy!" A roar of anger and anger was heard in the darkness.

The appearance of the red leaves remained the same, and turned to greet the gray dwarves: "Everyone is working hard, go to a bath and go to the canteen for supper. Don't forget to rinse your mouth after supper, and sleep again. The broken tooth can only be pulled out, it hurts Oh!"

The gray dwarfs responded and walked in groups to the public bathroom.

"The dark elf finally left and scared me to death." A gray dwarf wiped his sweat, but it was not tired, it was purely scared.

"Yeah, seeing the dark elves here, the memory of the past life in the underground world suddenly appeared." Another gray dwarf covered his chest with fear, "I will not go back anyway, I will die even if I die." it's here."

An old gray dwarf turned to smile at the two boys and appeased: "It's okay, let's do a good job here. What will we do back home, Hongye will not let us go back."

"Old Baker, did Hongye tell you anything?" The two young gray dwarves walked two steps quickly and stood side by side with the old Baker.

Old Baker nodded: "Hongye said that the Dark Elves will find us sooner or later, and sooner or later we will find that we have been with the Ministry of Fire. She let us not worry, the staple food in the Dungeon is now purchased from the Ministry of Fire, as long as they don't If you let go, the dark elves are not easy to mess with."

The gray dwarf next to him also leaned over, his eyes sparkling: "Grandpa Baker, this means we never have to go back to the underground world?"

"Of course, as long as we don't want to go back, no one can force us." Old Baker was confident.

Old Baker, who was once one of the chiefs of the dwarf village, is now a four-level mechanic selected by two outstanding mechanic selection activities in the Hilly New District-a simple fitter lathe can turn out high-precision parts with an error of no more than 0.1 mm (wire meters) Grade) This.

As for the micron level... well, don't think too much.

The key products of the fist products and tractor head pneumatic devices produced in the Hilly New Area are all produced by dozens of four-level mechanics including old Baker. These technical talents are the most important treasures in the new hilly area. They take the initiative to help move the goods, and the snow werewolves are unwilling to let him touch heavy objects... even if they help get some light objects.

After washing each other and taking a shower, I went to the cafeteria to eat supper, went to the sink to remove my mouth and brush my teeth, and returned to my room in the greetings of the old men. Old Baker first checked the children who were in the same room with him. How did you sleep, looked over one by one, pulled the blanket for the trick-kick who kicked the quilt, and then returned to his bed.

Old Baker, who fell asleep as long as he fell, was a little insomnia tonight.

"Although I also comfort those young people not to worry, I was really affected."

After lying down for a while, Old Baker sat up again, froze for a while in the darkness, and after listening to the children's snoring for a long time, his heart gradually calmed down.

Touching his wrist, Old Baker smiled calmly.

When he came to the new hilly area, he couldn't lose more than a hundred pounds, and his wrists were covered with bone. After six months of eating and drinking, his wrists have become as strong and strong as the young ones. As long as he holds the vise when processing parts, he will never tremble.

"Hongye said it was okay, it must be okay." Old Baker whispered to himself, and lay down again.

Soon after, the old dwarf snored.

Old Baker hasn't dreamed for a long time, but the night the Dark Elf appeared, the sleeping old Baker dreamed again.

What appeared in his dream was the life when he first came to the new hilly area, not the underground world. The days in the underground world are too monotonous and monotonous.

In the extremely cold winter on the grassland, old Baker and the people in the village were caught here by the savage Snow Wolf family and tied their hands to here.

At first it was dazed, then there was panic, panic, and panic.

When the evil spotted leopard Xia appeared, old Baker had secretly shed tears in the middle of the night for several days, thinking that the village struggling to maintain until now would be completely destroyed in his hands.

Fortunately, there is a fellow clan Baru who protected them from the fierce Snow Wolf clan...

It wasn't until the end of the winter that Old Baker and the other gray dwarves slowly showed something wrong-the fierce appearance of the Snow Wolf family, it seemed to them... not so bad?

Cooperating with the goblins in mining and smelting. After working day after day, the snow wolf who still smiled and scared gave them money, and gave incentives to those who performed well among them...

The old Baker tremblingly proposed the first meal for the children. The Snow Werewolf readily agreed, and the Welfare Department was set up in the new district the next day. In addition to delicious and rich food, the children also got new clothes.

Old Baker was selected as a Level 4 mechanic, and Hongye let him attend when the Hilly New District held a meeting, and his suggestions would also be accepted by Hongye.

Like other gray dwarves, Old Baker gradually no longer felt that the Snow Werewolves were terrible, but felt that they were extremely kind and reliable...

"Boom--! Boom--!!!"

"Get up~~~~!"

Old Baker rubbed his eyes and got up, woke up the children, dressed the youngest child, took a group of ghosts to wash at the sink, and took it to the cafeteria for breakfast.

"Good morning, Grandpa Baker." The boys in the dormitory next door already occupied a table and greeted old Baker with spirit, "Eh, Grandpa Baker, are you in a good mood today?"

"Yeah, I had a good dream last night." Old Baker nodded with a smile. "Little Harry, don't sprinkle soy milk on the table."