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Chapter 183 [Class End]

Dewey thought about it all night and his head was a little sore, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Well... that damn Aragon guy obviously has the same experience as himself. A comrade who also “crossed” into the world.

But why does that guy seem to know so much about everything about himself? Especially at the foot plate of that Native South Yankee who left behind a prank?

Who the hell is he? What exactly is the purpose?

Also, according to the legend of the Southern Ocean, the indigenous division is the "clan of gods” and is the descendant of the “Father God” practised by the indigenous peoples of the Southern Ocean.

Damn it, how did Aragon get involved with the mythology of the Southern Yankees again?

Everything, it's a problem.

And the answer to the question… Dewey doesn't know yet.

Because Lord QQ has sworn that he knows nothing about it.

“Please understand that I am only a poor pet, Master Aragon has taught me these words and languages, and I know nothing else.” But when I said that, QQ blinked his eyes and looked pitifully at Dewey: “So please don't do anything barbecued penguins, I swear, my meat is not good at all. ”

Dewey certainly wouldn't really barbecue the beast, but he still suspected the beast was hiding something. As for how to get this penguin to reveal a little something... Dewey will slowly think about it.

Aragon, like himself, is a transcender... hum, the world is getting more and more fun.

It's hard to describe Dewey's current mood, and after depression, Dewey's present mood is complicated, on the one hand, he's a little angry, because he feels he's been fooled by the same passers-by -- after knowing that Aragon also came through like himself, in Dewey's eyes, those halo rings that were supposed to cover Aragon, the Founding Emperor, the number one strong person under the starry sky, etc. … all of these halo rings faded away. Isn't it normal for a traveler to create some miracles?

On the other hand, Dewey also has a hidden pleasure in her heart that she can't even speak for herself.

Yeah, that's right, it's happy.

A crosser just like himself. A compatriot who comes from the same world, the same people, who speaks the same language? It's as if after more than a decade of living alone in this world, you suddenly discover that you have one of your own kind.

But…

Well, it's only a thousand years earlier than me. Can you ride around my neck?

Don't even think about it!

Duvi made a malicious determination.

Isn't that just a transferee?

If you really are a god, or a legend, maybe I'm really afraid of you. Now that I know who you really are, what am I afraid of you?

At this moment, Dewey suddenly relaxed.

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At dawn, early in the morning, Mudd delivered breakfast. The faithful old servant knew that the young master seemed very angry last night, at a time when the other servants did not dare to provoke the Duke. Only old Mudd, the old servant who had held Dewey since childhood, had faithfully brought in breakfast, and only in front of him, Dewey would quietly quench his anger.

However, Old Mudd looked at the young master enjoying his breakfast, even eating two more pieces of mint candy after dinner than on weekdays, and looked at the smile on the young master's face. Apparently, he was in a good mood. ”Old Madison was relieved and hesitated for a moment.“ Young master... it looks like it's out there...

“Oh, is something wrong?” Dewey laughed.

“Yes... well, nothing happened.” Old Mudd explained: “In the morning, at the intersection in front of us, a guy with a broken leg was lifted and kept there from this morning until now. There are people watching him beside him. That poor guy has been screaming and has attracted a lot of people to watch...”

“Ignore it.” Dewey chewed the mint candy and snapped the mint candy, leaving his mouth open: “A guy who always likes to bully people deserves a little bitterness. ”

Paused, Dewey shrugged: "But Count Billia, he's a smart man. Hey hey...”

And then Dewey asked randomly, "What day is it? I mean, how many days after I wrote? ”

“Day five.” Mudd replied, "I think it should be soon. ”

Dewey wrote a letter to the Rollin Plains five days ago, before Count Raymond left the emperor. The letter was addressed to Hussein, since Count Raymond returned to Castle Rawling. So Hussein, naturally, can't stay in the castle any longer. So Dewey asked Hussein and Nicole to join us when he got the letter.

By morning, the junction of the Temporary Duke's Palace had gathered a number of lively pedestrians, even once causing traffic congestion. Fortunately, the security services came and dispersed part of the crowd.

The poor governor of the county of Villa, Guro, sat on a plank, both legs broken, swollen like pigfoot, half lying there for a morning, the pain almost couldn't even hum out, the guards of the two counts next to him, still fed him some water from time to time in case this guy fainted.

It took a full morning before the “show” finally ended and poor Guro was carried down, after which a servant of the Count of Villa sent a handwritten letter from the Count of Villa to the Duke of Dewey.

Dewey got the letter from Mudd, swept it, and laughed: "The Count is a very good man.” Then smiled and returned the letter to Mudd: “Go out and tell the Count of Villa's people that I thank him very much for his kindness. ”

Thereafter, Dewey had intended to go back to the store, and yesterday, in addition to those Native slaves in the South, Jolyn had bought back from the Crown several of the guys who had been convicted by the Marquis of Solomon, including the one who shouted at Dewey in the slave market.

These people, Dewey, are going to give it all to Jolene. Those of us from the Solomon family, we're all very good at business. Just enough to make up for Jolyn's shortage of staff.

But without waiting for Dewey to leave, someone was already looking for him.

Robowski, the captain of the Imperial Inspectorate's inner hall, came to see Dewey and told Dewey something.

“General Lombardon, I'd like to see you. ”

Lombardon? Is that General 250?

Dewey laughed.

By the way, I've come to give Robowski a lot of gold coins these days, and every day the delicious food keeps the 250th General alive, and I keep finding him a woman. Even Robowski began to complain that officials of his hall's Imperial Inspectorate had almost become pimps.

Dewey has thrown more than 40,000 gold coins on this General 250. And Dewey had been calm and had not taken the initiative to meet the strange man.

He is well aware that such strange people, often of a bizarre temper, especially the “250” General. Though he is now well-known and big enough, such a strange man does not necessarily buy his own account.

If you want to pull this kind of talent together, you have to vote for it. Often people like this, even if you are in front of the Golden Mountain Silver Mountain, they don't have to blink. But by the way, you can always sell your head without frowning.

By the end of the day, it seems that the 250th General has finally taken an interest in himself.

Without any hesitation, Dewey immediately prepared a carriage for the Office of the Ombudsman.

In the inner prison, Dewey finally walked into the cell of the famous General Lombardon.

At last, Dewey was surprised to see this prick who gave the military commanding officers headaches.

Originally conceived in Dewey's imagination, such a rogue general who would allow more than 20,000 men to swear their lives for him and traverse the northwest, should be the kind of man who looks haughty and arrogant. It should be a tall guy with a big beard, a big smile, a big bowl of wine, a big chunk of meat, and a big mouth.

When he walked into the cell, Dewey saw a fat man with a clear face.

This guy is sitting there, messing with a sand plate. When Dewey came in, he stood up and turned around and smiled at Dewey.

The 250-year-old had a tall head, and when he stood up, his head was almost on the ceiling. After years in jail, this guy, though obese, looks sturdy. More importantly, he had on his face a Qing show that was completely inconsistent with his ridiculous experiences.

It could be said that if he could lose another third, he would be a very good looking man.

“What, surprised?” Lombardon's voice was a little dull, and he had a smile in his eyes: "You must be thinking, ‘The legendary General 250, that's the white fat guy' now, right? ”

Dewey was a little embarrassed because that's the kind of thought that really flashed in his head.

Lombardon sighed, pointing to the only place in the room where he could sit —— bed: "Sit down.” Then he said in a sad tone: "Unfortunately, if you could see me, you wouldn't think so. But anyone who has been locked up in such a small, slap-sized room for so many years, eats and sleeps every day, eats and even thinner people get fat.” He patted himself on the fat thighs, his eyes flashed helplessly: “I'm afraid I can't even ride a horse in this shape right now. ”

Dewey didn't talk, he just looked at the strange man quietly.

“That's right.” Lombardon glanced at Dewey: "You haven't spoken since you walked into this room. I now know your name and your origins... oh, the youngest duke of the Empire, the young master of the Rollins, now Duke of Rodolfo. Also a great magician... you amaze me. ”

And he reached out to Dewey and said, "Did you bring it? ”

“What?” Dewey was a little confused.

This sly fat man is laughing: "Duchess, you've been feeding me delicious food every day lately, and sending women to me every three forks. Isn't that to solicit me as a scumbag? Now that you've solicited me, are you sure you're not going to let me stay in this shithole? I'm talking about... my release order, did you bring it? ”

Dewey smiled.

This 250th general is very straightforward.

He did not hesitate to take a blank document out of his arms. It's a release order, Dewey got it without wasting too much energy. Below is the signature of the Supreme Minister of the Imperial Inspectorate, and the name of the prisoner released is blank, so long as Lombardon's name is written, the document will enter into force immediately.

It didn't take Dewey much effort to get this 250th General out. After all, it's been years since this guy committed something. And his sinful aristocracy… coincidentally, collapsed during the coup. Nor did anyone in the military pay any more attention to the 250th General, who caused them so much trouble back then.

You could say it's a forgotten guy. And for Dewey's current status, he wants a guy who's been locked up for years, insignificant, and the commissioners are willing to sell the Duke a face.

Anyway, this guy is a waste of food in here.

After writing Lombardon's name on the file, Dewey handed him the release order, and Lombardon took a closer look twice, and despite his good cover, Dewey saw a little excitement in his eyes. The white fat man carefully placed the release in his pocket on the top and patted it twice, then looked at Dewey: “So when am I going with you? ”

“Anytime, I can take you out now.” Dewey laughed.

Lombardon knocked on his head and suddenly asked: "Duchess, what kind of job are you going to give me after you take me out?” He said with his face on his face, “You may have heard that I am a greedy, horny person, and absurd to do things. ”

“I know everything you said.” Dewey suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Lombardon. His expression was serious, his tone was more intense, he had no smile on his face, and his eyes looked more sincere:

“General Lombardon! This bow is a sign of my respect for you.” Dewey Sighs: “I've seen all the information about you and what you did in the Northwest! I consider you a general who is extremely loyal to the Empire! Everything you did back then in the Northwest was painstaking, everything was for the situation in the Northwest! It's just a pity those idiots in the military can't understand what you're doing... and the guys who secretly sell contraband to the Northwest are simply the cavities of the Empire! I am so glad the Empire has a general like you! ”

Lombardon looked seriously at Dewey, and there was a touch in his eyes, and then suddenly he laughed again and waved: "Okay! These pies don't have to be done, and I believe these are your true words. However, it would be nice to know something in your heart. It would be false to say... I still have that question, Duchess Dewey, what kind of work will you give me? ”

“My cover is in Northwestern Texas.” Dewey chuckles: “You already know that, don't you? ”

“I heard.” Longbottom nodded.

“I don't think anyone understands the environment and the situation in that place better than you do.” Dewey said: "I'm going to my territory in three months, and I'm determined to take root there, and... I will never let myself be thrown out! In this case, I need your help in particular. So... I think my future Duke's house, the cavalry leader of the family private army, this position, for you, should not be a benevolence, right? ”

Lombardon was satisfied and he finally confirmed the sincerity of the young Duke towards himself.

“In that case, I think I can give you a little gift. Just think of it as a little bit of a favor to my new boss.” Lombardon smiles: “I was in the Northwest Department, and I'm afraid most of them are now home from military service, but I handled those people, and everyone is a great fighter. I could write to some of my old men, and I thought, well, not a lot, but with the love of the year, it would be fine to call a thousand or two people. ”

One or two thousand elite cavalry soldiers, and a veteran who has been tested for a long time?

Of course Dewey won't refuse this gift!

After all the formalities, the 250th General is already a free man. At the time of his release, however, he was required to surrender the badge of an officer who had symbolized his military status (he had not been deprived of his military duties since his incarceration in prison, since there had been no trial, and although the general's duties had ceased, he was still an imperial soldier in terms of his status).

At the time of paying the officer's badge, the 250th general threw the badge on the ground in front of the inspectorate's officials, and then heavily stepped on his feet. He threw up his mouth and cursed violently: "Fuck the military! Fuck the commanding officer! There will always be times when you regret it! Even if the military minister comes to me on his knees, don't expect me to come back! ”

Such a blatant act surprised officials of the Ombudsman's Office.

And Dewey laughed bitterly, pulling this crazy, taboo guy away.

With this baby, along with the old Benedict he pulled, the basic shelves of the future Duke's private army can be set up.

(Two more completed, moon ticket ~ ~ ~ ~)

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