The lift entrances are equipped with ornate doors, and there are also centurions guarding the spherical ring in front of the doors. When passing by a brass gate that was obviously more gorgeous and solemn than the others, even showing a grand momentum, Wu Chen deliberately stopped.
Behind the door is the "Graystone Vault Elevator" that leads directly to the lowest level of the castle.
The lord and the housekeeper need to be present in person to awaken the Master Centurion of the Circle of Magic in the big elevator and open the big elevator to the vault. Therefore, the Centurion Master blessed by the Dharma Ring is both the operator of the big lift and the guard of the big lift. Still a very capable porter.
There is no doubt about the safety of the vault elevator. It was just activated recently. The treasury used to transport King Olaf the One-Eyed brought back from the Land of the Dead by the lord.
"Master, do you want to go down and take a look?" the housekeeper asked with a smile.
"No need." Wu Chen smiled and said: "Before the Jinshan inside was transferred back to Ximu, it was piled up in my Jinli camp for many days."
The Lord's memory is correct. Most of the gray stone gold mountains were obtained from Asgard's explorations, so it doesn't matter whether you see them or not.
Continuing to walk along the stone dome ring corridor, we soon arrived at the lord's kitchen, and next door was the Dwemer steam room. Both auxiliary buildings are located on the ground floor, and each has an exposed part of the ground. The steam room is a steam pipe, and the lord's kitchen is a brass chimney. There are also no traces of human damage.
"No matter who this uninvited 'glutton' is, he obviously doesn't mean any harm." After walking around the kitchen, he found nothing.
"The master is right." Archangel Urlia extinguished the holy light in his eyes and seemed to have discovered the clue: "This 'greedy guest' seems to have a good appetite."
"Let's go, let's wait until after the dinner." Wu Chen already had his thoughts.
"Okay, Master." The housekeeper seemed to have noticed something.
Except for Mrs. Gisei Siying and the guests Wu Chen brought back from Ansol Mountain, the only extra space in the long-table restaurant tonight is the director of White River Farm, the famous adventurer Deathstroke Elena of Skyrim. Lucretia.
That is Ms. Elena as Wu Chen calls her.
Thanks to Elena's hard work, White River Farm is becoming more and more prosperous. It is almost on par with the former Ximu Town. The number of people who have migrated from the neighboring countryside to settle on the farm has exceeded 300 households. The farmers and farm wives who work on the farm and their ungrown children are enough to support a lively town. This farm near the White River Hills, the remnant of Hrothgar's peak, has a large flat valley and lush meadows that Ximu dreams of. It is an excellent natural pasture. Livestock production and fur production are increasing day by day. The lord has made a lot of profits. Coal, ore, and fish from the Coal Camp, fish and caviar from the White River Bay fishery, logs, animal skins, and game from the Annis Hunting Village, and gin honey brewed from Secuda Castle , Mammoth cheese, becoming the lord’s continued good financial source.
The housekeeper said that it won't take long, not only will there be no need to consume the mountains of gray stone and gold, but there will also be a surplus day by day.
Wu Chen naturally believed it. A 5-star exclusive land that can operate well and sustain itself, Wu Chen can feel at ease even if he returns to the Broken City.
Wu Chen always has a way to bring this memory card to the 0326 tablet base. Otherwise, wouldn’t this adventure spanning two plot planes be in vain?
Probably not.
Except for the strange guest, everyone ate quietly. They are all very familiar with each other, and the atmosphere in the long-table restaurant is full of laughter and excitement.
"Elena, why do you want to be the promisee?" Wu Chen put down his wine glass and asked the question in his heart.
"Sir? Of course I have to sleep with you if I hang out with you. Isn't this a matter of course?" Elena smiled and winked.
"Hahaha..." The words seemed vulgar, but they spoke to the hearts of Mrs. Gisei Siying.
For the brave men who always need to fight back-to-back against powerful enemies to help each other, the close relationship with each other even perfectly solves the stubborn team problem of uneven division of accounts and turning into enemies. People who are worthy of trusting each other with their lives are indeed a pioneering feat that has all the benefits and no harm.
Think about it, defending against enemies back to back when fighting, and hugging each other for warmth when resting. There will never be unwarranted suspicion, secret stumbling, backstabbing, etc. (Sir, are you implying a certain position?). Differences in effort, uneven distribution of wealth, and opposition between camps that could easily lead to internal strife were all eliminated at the moment of being merged into the curtain network. It is completely different from living at home with your wife and children on the hot bed, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. The life of a brave man has always been an endless fight for his life with his sword licking blood. In the face of life and death, good and evil, everything is just a cloud (in fact, from past experience, stabbing in the back and stabbing in the face are not safe positions, sir!).
That's why Deathstroke Elena Lucretia spoke straightforwardly, and Mrs. Giuseppe laughed heartily.
You know, a penny will always stump a hero.
Just imagine, carrying a huge amount of risky investment, watching the fully loaded Jianfeng sink in blizzards and hail. Storm Blade Angie and her team members are so desperate. Life and death are small matters, but reputation is a big matter. So, from the moment the housekeeper, whom she had never met before, paid off her debt. Storm Blade Angie is destined to be tied to the lord for the rest of his life. From now on, we will never leave each other, and we will live and die together.
"Who says it's not the case?" Wu Chen no longer had any grudges in his heart. In a daze, he seemed to have more empathy for the former self in the memory chain.
In the face of life and death, everything else is just a cloud.
Just as the lively dinner was in full swing, the recipients of the Fifth Crimson Dragon Break's promise also appeared at the teleportation platform of Hanluo Fortress.
Lavellan, the friend of the dead from Annis Hunting Village, Daedra, the demon hunter from Coal Camp, and Dorothea, the Nord shieldmaiden from Northern Flying Outpost. There were also the Huntress Circle Blackblade Ella from the Hilltop City Comrades Association, the Obsidian Shimmer Red from the Children's Society, the Dark Ranger Janlasa from the Hilltop Colosseum, and the Indomitable who arrived first. ·Uthgard, Valkyrie Sweeneyhild of Brass Airport, Star Eye of Silver Moon, Asara Queen Vale, and Deathstroke, Elena, who was chatting and laughing at the dinner. Lucretia, you will stay at Hanluo Fortress tonight.
In addition, there are two famous female warriors from Skyrim who came at Starry Night on the orders of Lord Xueman.
"Spellsword Dragonslayer·Irileth", dark elf magic swordsman, "Dragon Slayer", "Light Armor Specialization", "One-Handed Specialization", "Destruction Spell Specialization" ”, “Master of Archery”.
"Iron-wall Escort Lydia", Nord sword and shield female warrior, "Sword and Shield Specialist", "Heavy Armor Specialist", and "Archery Master". He lives in Longxiao Palace and his past experiences are unknown.
"Captain Irelles." Lydia had something to say as she walked off the deck of the Starry Night Lady.
"What's wrong, Lydia?" Irelles, who was taking off his Snowman City Guard armor, stopped when he heard the sound.
"Why do you want to come together?" Lydia was puzzled: "I am the guard of Baron Ximu, and you are Lord (Xueman)'s most trusted right-hand man." The implication is that it is her obligation to serve Wu Chen , and it is not Irelles' responsibility.
"Lydia, you know nothing about my past." Irelles sighed: "Or, have you ever heard of the Morag Gang in Morrowind?"
"Of course." Lydia blurted out: "The predecessor of the Dark Brotherhood, an ancient assassin organization, headquartered in Morrowind Province, values honor and tradition, and conducts contract murders in the name of Mephala."
"I was once a nightblade (assassin) of the Morag Tong."
"Could it be that you..." Lydia thought of a possibility.
"No, I have already left the organization. But recently the Lord (Xuerun) seems to have heard rumors about my past." Irelles shrugged: "So to this day. Tianji can guarantee me that I will get The only one left to be protected is Baron Ximu.”
"So that's it." Lydia understood everything.
