Throne of Magical Arcana

The sacred calendar 819 years, the end of January (the beginning of the month), at noon.

The lead-colored sky showed a brilliant blue color, as if the snowstorm that could cover the world finally stopped.

The semi-domed houses with unique styles were covered with thick snow, and some even stood half a person tall, blocking the doors of the house, so the residents of the Shahran Empire rolled out of the windows, one side Drinking hard liquor while shoveling snow.

They are dominated by golden, light yellow, and pure black hair, and most of them have round waists.Young girls are generally good-looking, but aunts are very blessed, many of them have their husbands two wide, often need a few strong men to push the snowball, they can get it with one hand.

On the second floor of an elegant dark green hotel on the street, two young people are looking at the lively scene through the window. The beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes rubbed her hands and smiled playfully: "I have never seen this in Ural. Heavy snow, and the New Year is almost a month away. "

Ural is part of the province of Khinov in the Shahran Empire and is located in the southwest of the empire. It is separated from the northern fortress of the Principality of Vaurit by two provinces. It is famous for blacksmiths, ores and weapons, and provides logistics support for the Marinov defense line.

Looking at the girl's soft and delicate face, and the bumpy figure wrapped in a fox fur coat, the sturdy young man with pale yellow hair shaved to her side opened her mouth hesitantly, and finally summoned the courage to say Come out: "Lena, don't you ... are you still close to that Peter?"

Lena turned her head suspiciously: "Igor, is there anything wrong? Mr. Peter is a learned, knowledgeable, and humorous gentleman, and it is a pleasure to chat with him."

When it came to pleasure, Lena's mouth gently raised, showing a faint smile.

This smile made Igor uncomfortable. He walked a few steps in a hurry, ignoring the manners, and his voice was slightly high and sternly said: "Lena, he is a noble, and his wife will definitely be a noble descendant. "

Lena's delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she said a little unhappy: "What does this have to do with me? I am only a friend of Mr. Peter. Igor, can you not be cranky, if Mr. Peter is here, he will definitely I talk about the snowstorms in other places, and talk about the fun games related to the heavy snow, which will not make me angry and sad at all. "

"Mr. Peter, Mr. Peter, Lena, can you not mention him ?! They are very hypocritical! They always maintain an elegant and solemn manner in front of everyone, but they can do anything bad in secret, from him. The two long swords with conspicuous nature, he can be seen from the same politeness and politeness to all the beautiful girls in the caravan, he can actually see that he is a frivolous, flowery guy. And he has not yet stimulated the blood power, sooner or later Will lose the nobility! "

Similar conversations have been carried out between the two young people several times, but watching Lena still chat with the Mr. Peter, there is no distance at all, and Igor finally ca n’t help the turbulent jealousy The sour feelings hidden in the face all spit out.

Then Igor said sullenly: "You will only mention these things if you care about you, so that you will not be happy. The always elegant and considerate like him can only show that he did not put you in your heart, just thinking about cheating. You, lie to you ... "Although he used to get along with mercenaries and adventurers all year round in order to stimulate the blood power, he occasionally spoke rudely, but when facing Lena, he subconsciously did not use swear words.

Lena's face collapsed, and crystal tears swirled in her blue beautiful eyes: "Igor, Mr. Peter is not the kind of person you think, there are two single beautiful girls in the caravan who have tried to seduce him, and they were both He refused. And, in your eyes, am I greedy for vanity and easy to deceive? "

After she finished speaking, she turned her nose away and returned to the room, closing the door heavily, leaving only Igor annoyed and apologizing outside.

At the other end of the hallway, someone at the corner also looked at the vibrant scene of snow removal outside through the glass windows.

"Mr. Peter, the etiquette of the Vladimir family is really outstanding, and you are the most decent aristocrat in women I have ever seen." The old man with a red nose in a gray coat said with a smile, he was Lena's father Belf, A member of the caravan.

Lucian, who is currently Peter Joseph Vladimir, stretched out his right hand wearing white gloves and pressed it against the bar under the window. He smiled and replied gently: "In fact, there are many dedicated noblemen. Love Isn't that the case in the story? "

In order to match the characteristics of the Vladimir family, Lucien's hair was dyed golden with juice extracted from some kind of tree, and his eyes turned dark blue through a spare invisible film. The whole person looked sunny.

"It's all to please the nobles and write to lie to the little girls, let them be the lovers of the nobles willingly." Belf said exaggeratedly, and then he laughed: "Mr. Peter, have lunch together? I There is also a bottle of black mace. "

Lucien withdrew his right hand and shook his head: "Mr. Belf, thank you for your kindness. I hurt my body while traveling in the north and could not drink."

"Haha, Mr. Peter, this is the least attractive place for you. Wine and fighting are the romance of men!" Together for more than a month, the old fox like Belf almost knew Lucien's temper and was able to Joking more relaxed.

The Shahran Empire is known as the kingdom of knights, because the proportion of the blood vessels that they have inspired to become knights is nearly 50% higher than that of the Duchy of Vaurit, the Kingdom of Holm, etc. Under the circumstances, they have been fighting for hundreds of years.

And this also makes many adventurers more believe that the hard environment can help hone the will to fight and stimulate blood power.

After returning to the restaurant with Belf, Lucian found a table in a secluded corner, and Leo, who was dressed by the old housekeeper, stood by the side with meticulous attention.

After a while, when Lucian bowed her head to drink the sweet and sour soup with red beets, a middle-aged man wearing a black coat and sable fur shoulders came with his entourage.His yellowish hair was brushed back with a thick head of oil, a big cigar in his mouth, and his fingers were wearing seven or eight gold rings inlaid with different gems. It was dazzling, as if it could blind the eyes of others.

"Mr. Peter, is there anyone here? If not, would you mind me sitting here?" The strong middle-aged man asked enthusiastically and politely.

Lucien raised his head and looked around the restaurant. When he saw that there was no space, he nodded: "No, Mr. Sergey, you can sit here." The road closed due to heavy snow, many tourists did not leave, causing the restaurant to be crowded.

Sergey joined the caravan in the last city five or six days ago. The destination is Ural City, the capital of the Ural State. He has a bold personality, he is generous, and he is good at talking. In just a few days, most of the caravans have become Familiar with.

After ordering Brin pancakes, frozen sea caviar, small steaks and shish kebabs, Sergey smiled a little strangely: "Mr. Peter, after a few days of traveling, I found that you are an elegant person The real nobleman, like Count Kutuzov of the Vladimir family. I had met him a few times when I was doing business in the city of Falk in the northwestern province. "He seemed to be showing off big figures he knew.

Lucien cut off a piece of fried chicken and smiled, "Uncle Kutuzov? Does his joint still hurt when wet?"

This is a big man in the Vladimir family. Valentin naturally did not forget to mention it, and revealed a lot of his privacy, such as the failure to attack the rank of the Heavenly Knight, leaving behind incurable physical hazards. When the weather is wet, It will be very uncomfortable, just like ordinary people have arthritis.

"Sir Earl, he's still the same." Sergey made a haha, then changed the subject without any trace, and began to mention other nobles he knew.

After the name of an aristocrat set off a mysterious image of a wealthy man with an amazing background and wide-ranging friendship, Sergey sighed softly: "Unfortunately, we have arrived in the Ural City, and we will say goodbye to Mr. Peter, your talented noble friend. I met Count Witt through the personal relationship of Baroness Karina, and bought a newly explored gemstone mine. Although it is difficult to mine, its value is amazing, so many people are jealous, so the future is very promising. For a long time, I have to stay in the Ural City to operate. "

Count Viter ’s territory occupies nearly half of the Ural state and is the de facto controller of the state.

Lucian chewed the chicken slowly and waited a few minutes before cooperating and asked, "Amazing value?"

"Yeah, according to the proof of several clergy and prospectors, that mine has enough gems to buy a gem from a country. If Earl Witt did n’t like trouble, and would rather get wealth easily through mining taxes and gem taxes, I simply had to Not to it! "Sergey flaunted from the black suitcase carried by the attendant the gemstone prospecting certificate, the mining certificate, the estate contract with the Earl's seal, and the church's low-cost booking contract.

Many divine, magical casts and the creation of extraordinary items require natural gemstones.

Lucien smiled politely: "That's really congratulations to Mr. Sergey."

"Thank you, Mr. Peter. But how could this gem mine be easily obtained, and the gift of Earl Witt almost made me bankrupt, and I have no money to recruit people and buy appliances to mine. Alas, I have been running around all this time. I borrowed from my friends and prepared to repay them by the time they were doubled. Unfortunately, they couldn't make so much money for the time being, but they still had to be close. I was so anxious that I had some thoughts about selling gemstone shares. "Xie Sergey sighed and said with a frown, "Why is the Empire not like Sturk and Holm, where there are banks that can make loans?"

After speaking, he quietly waited for Lucien's answer, but after a long time, Lucien did not speak.

"Mr. Peter, don't you want to say something?" Sergey lifted the glass and greeted with a smile.

Lucian wiped her mouth with a napkin: "Yes. I have run out of lunch. Mr. Sergey, you can enjoy it slowly."

Then Lucian stood up calmly, sorted out the two gorgeous swords and returned to the room with Leo.

Sergey's smile froze for a moment, then he shook his head and smiled and drank.

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In the afternoon, as soon as the snow on the road was cleared, an invitation was sent to the hotel. The invitation was Lucien, and the inviter was Baroness Karina.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)