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It would be impolite to stare at someone without saying a word.But the "capable" Kotweimel village owner did not rush.He scratched his beige beard and grinned, his blue eyeballs showing undoubted kindness.

Unlike Albert’s previous guesses, Gerrard did not wear iron plate armor on his body, nor did he have a one-handed halberd with a broad axe in his hand. Instead, he was dressed like the wealthy merchants in the market, and he is the most popular. Fashion:

The beret has been said just now, it is wide and round, the color is very bright, the material is extremely delicate, it may be the legendary velvet; the red of the short shirt is darker than the beret, it should be foreign wool material, each side The sleeves are all cut into four equal-length openings, showing off the soft and shiny silk shirt inside.

These days, rich and powerful men like wool tights and bloomers to show off their elegant legs.Gerard Chevalier is of course no exception, but the one-handed and half-hybrid sword hung around his waist is still a half-hybrid sword for serious warfare, moccasins, and hard leather boots that are easy to ride on, mixed with egg whites. Charcoal, polished black and bright.[Such a suit really not only conforms to the fashion trend, but also retains military temperament, no wonder——]

Little Albert glanced at her right hand. Isabella, whose face was covered by a handkerchief pretending to be shy, suddenly got goose bumps on her body.[No wonder the Frost Giant will fascinate us.Forget it, I don't have the ability to take care of others, so let's handle my own affairs first.

When his gaze turned back, he had already figured out how to answer.Lies are still crooked things after all; although I am sorry for the village chief who wrote the script, little Albert decided to tell the truth instead of grabbing the exposed plague lie and forcibly breaking out meaninglessly.

"Respected village master," he learned Lucian's appearance, bowed awkwardly to Boss Gerrard, saying whatever he had in his head:

"I dare not drink ale. I'm afraid that I will fall into the ditch when I get drunk. I can tell you about that day. I ate oatmeal at home early in the morning and drove the piglet to Chai Xinlin to find food..."

He talked on and off for a long time, and even said some details many times.On several occasions, Gerrard was very impatient and interrupted him in the middle, "I jumped over, just talked about it"; but talked about other things, especially after the deceased died of breath, passed in the bushes. When the movement came, Gerrard was very interested, and made little Albert repeat it again and again.

Long after it got dark, the Lord of Kotweimel stopped questioning and let go of the dry-mouthed Lumeng boy."The lamp is on. Bring the child another glass of water, and remember to mix it with honey." He ordered a few words to Angli, and then sat back in the walnut chair, knocking on the long table with thick fingers, until he spoke again. .

"You guys, have you all heard it?" This time, Gerrard was not speaking to the petition teams in the villages, but to the planning village elders crowded to the west:

"This kid has a clear record, better than what an adult tells. Pay attention to the movement he mentioned, the'like a squirrel' movement. Only Noblewa in the four villages has this situation. If you can't make it, the truth lies in it. Hidden!"

"What's the truth?" A bald old man wearing a purple headscarf and an old long blouse with a big gold chain hung on him immediately.

"This kid is very clever, I believe he didn't lie. But people will make mistakes. When I was young, we often heard strange noises in the mill. Later, when I checked it, it turned out that the windmill shaft was stuck with a dead bird. Haunted. Lord, you have to be cautious about everything. It's not too late to draw a conclusion after thinking clearly. I know you don't like listening, but I still have to persuade you—"

"Yes, you have to be cautious. I know what you mean, Mr. Dubos, but we have reached a consensus before that the town militias and soldiers must focus on defending Kotweimel and have no time to take care of your real estate. You must really hate the mill , I just arbitrarily take down the valuable parts such as gears. Okay, that's it, don’t talk any more!" Gerrard waved his hand impatiently, and blocked the old miller directly. Continued gruffly:

"The same goes for other people. The property outside the wall, whether it is hives, fishing ports, or charcoal farms in the woods, is all taken care of by the owner. I will not send troops to help you move. This is the answer to how many times I asked. There are business affairs to be done, have you listened clearly? There are business affairs to be done! If you have heard everything clearly, then let’s talk about Nobleva’s movement. This is the key!"

"Patience and humility are virtues." A priest, wearing a cotton tunic robe and a beaver jacket jacket, stood up and drew a cross.After finishing this matter, he turned the rose rosary again and read a long passage of scripture, then opened his eyes and looked at the overbearing planning village master:

"Don’t get too excited, Lord Chevalier. No one in the room doubts your military talents and is willing to cooperate with all your strength. I sent Angli to listen to you, and smeared wet mud on the walls of the church to allow firecrackers. Hand stationed in the clock tower, these are all examples. But the villagers do need more information, the exact news that can make them feel at ease. If I can understand the next actions of the militia and soldiers, I can also be confused when I preach. The sheep are more at ease."

Little Albert heard it in a daze.Although he didn't understand the twists and turns in the words, he felt that this priest Omura was really powerful. He could hide so much meaning in a few words, and he was much better than Emil Pan.In the face of such an opponent, Gerrard did not blindly use as much as before. Before speaking back, he even arranged his short shirt.

"Priest," the Lord of Kotweimeler, politely called the opponent's title, and even squeezed out a smile, although it was just a superficial smile without a smile:

"Where are the civilians and soldiers going, I will definitely say later, don’t worry about it. What they are going to do is also inseparable from you, especially the priest’s help. I’m afraid that I will say it directly without laying the groundwork, and let you not be here. Acceptable."

"Money, manpower, materials. The village owner wants to speak directly." The priest raised his eyebrows, and his tone became stiff."It is said in the scripture,'Love your neighbor, if -'"

"Thank you for the priest's teaching. I know this paragraph. When we look back, we will recite him a thousand times on our knees." Gerrard interrupted him without waiting for the priest to finish.Although the words and sentences were fairly polite, the planning village master did gag the representative of the church here and did something that little Albert could not even think of.