"Then we should let him come to our territory and control him. Whatever we want then, we will have it, right?" Ruan Wenzhao continued without giving up.
"Didn't that person say that it would be impossible for him to leave the Holy City?"
"Smash it with money! There is nothing that cannot be done with money. If there is, then it is not enough. Otherwise, the group of magicians just now are all surrounded by our family's guards. As long as you nod , I don’t believe there is any difficulty in taking away a magician.”
"If you do this, you will offend the Dharma Saint." Ruan Wenyue sighed. His younger brother is in charge of the mine guard team. And that group of soldiers were all hot weapon troops formed according to the instructions of the first generation family leader.
The advantage is that it is powerful, easy to form, and much simpler than training a group of old-style qualified soldiers.
The disadvantage is equally obvious, which is that it costs money. The kingdom established by the first generation head of the family was overthrown because supplies could not keep up, forcing the guards to fight hand-to-hand with the rebels with muskets without ammunition, which led to the failure. Later, some of the various branches of the family gave up the tradition of forming hot weapon troops due to financial reasons.
The combat effectiveness of the escort team that can be maintained is one of the best. This is also the reason why no one dares to propose abolition even though my team is not taken seriously.
But Ruan Wenyue also knew in his heart that the strength of this kind of army had its upper limit. Not to mention the ignorant magician, even dealing with the Dharma Saint Babak Abunahan was a bit uncertain. How to continue to improve their strength is something that I have been studying secretly.
However, if you use such a hot weapon team to fight some bandits and robbers, it will be invincible. This also resulted in his arrogant attitude as a biological brother, and he wanted to use shooting to solve any problem he encountered.
But on an occasion like that just now, if someone really took action, would the Dharma Saint and his relatives and friends really stand by and watch? No matter how you think about it, there is no proper way. In the end, Ruan Wenyue shook his head and said, "No. Until we have the most reliable plan, we don't need to use this method to control the magician."
"Oh." Ruan Wenzhao responded, turned around and looked in another direction in the carriage, and said, "If you ask uncle to take action, that's safe enough."
The third person sitting in this luxurious carriage was a rickety, wrinkled old man. He opened his mouth and smiled with yellow teeth, and said: "Boys, if you want to die, you can go alone. The old man can live to this day just because he doesn't trouble people like that."
"Uncle, you can't deal with that magician either." Ruan Wenzhao said in surprise.
This little old man was an extraordinary person who had followed the first-generation head of the family. For some reason, he now accepts the protection of his own branch, and this is a secret that other branches of the family don't know. It can be regarded as the trump card in the trump card. Even though he was good at assassination and hiding, he said he couldn't deal with that one. How could this not surprise the Ruan brothers?
The little old man pulled down the hood that hid his face and said, "Do you know how many assassins in the Holy City have disappeared this year and their whereabouts are unknown? Many of the brokers I know are now in despair. The dilemma of people being available is just because they have accepted a certain commission. Maybe desperadoes are easy to find, but they can’t afford to change their subordinates a few times, and they are all new faces. So that person is now on the blacklist, and there is no one left I dare to take the job of assassinating him. Do you think there will be a different result if I take action?"
He said this about the hidden strong man in his family. The Ruan brothers had to rethink their attitude towards the magician and where they should place it. Ruan Wenyue sighed again and said: "Cooperate with that person with the attitude of facing a strong man. Besides, our more troublesome opponent now should be the Grand Duke of Kawei whom His Excellency the Dharma Saint intends to introduce. If you want to protect our interests, We also need the cooperation of the magician.”
Regardless of the magician's problem, an imperial grand duke is indeed more difficult to deal with. Ruan Wenzhao nodded helplessly and said, "It seems that this is the only way."
The carriage became quiet again, and the only sound was the rumble of wheels. The three people with the surname Ruan have different thoughts.
However, whether these people's thoughts are good or bad, they will not affect the person who leaves alone.
Don't say that you don't have the dream of a sports car when you are at home. When I was young and frivolous, I also dreamed of driving a car with the same value as a house on the road. But as the saying goes, dreams are full and reality is skinny. You can’t even afford a house, so you still want to buy a luxury car? Is it possible that you eat, drink, and poop in the car?
As for now, there is no need to mention it. Not to mention the standard track, there are no asphalt roads or concrete roads in Midland. The bluestone road is already considered the most luxurious road. Lost roads are a natural nemesis for the low center of gravity and low chassis of a sports car. Maybe if you pass a hole, you'll have to do some major repairs.
Therefore, taking into account the quality of roads in today's Midland, the quality of road users, the material science that can be said to be undeveloped, and many other considerations, perhaps the standards for mass production of automobiles in today's Midland can be further improved. Drop down. Is it necessary to bring it directly to the level of the earth in the early 20th century? Lin Zheng was thinking.
A sudden burst of shouting broke the silence of the night and brought someone out of his thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an object fly out of the house on the roadside and roll directly onto the road. Of course Lin slammed on the brakes and swung the steering wheel!
Fortunately, someone understood that the tires on this car were not up to par, so I didn't dare to drive fast on the way back. Even so, the ice formed by the snow on the road still caused the vehicle to slip. The entire car turned sideways and slid forward for a short distance before stopping.
The person who was thrown out had no external injuries. At least he still had the strength to yell and curse at the tavern where he was thrown out. When Lin saw this, he planned to step on the accelerator and drive away to avoid this place of right and wrong.
"_è_terribile. Questo_maledetto_brutto_tempo. (Italian: Damn. Bad day. Damn weather)" muttered the man who was thrown on the street.
Someone mysteriously replied: "Stai_bene. (Italian: Are you okay.)"
…
Italian?
The people in the car and the people on the ground looked at each other, speechless.
The person on the ground suddenly jumped up, and a string of vague Italian words came out. They clung to the side of the car, face to face, spitting like stars, extremely excited.
Unfortunately, not many of this long string of Italian words can be recognized by the translation system. This set of translation programs engraved on the Dream Tower can not only translate dragon language or animal language. It was originally established to facilitate conversations with the Silverbeard dwarves. I don't know when, as long as you have some basic knowledge or have established dictionary data for the language, you can quickly judge and translate it.
As for Italian, someone has not studied it systematically. The only sources of contact were probably watching some Italian movies and listening to some dialogues and translated subtitles in computer games. I never thought that this language would be parsed by the Dream Tower's translation program.
But obviously, the foundation is not good enough, so not many parts can be translated. Even when it was translated out, it didn't convey what he meant, so someone could only be blinded by what this 'fellow fellow' said in a furious and frothing manner.
"Scusi, amico. (Italian: Sorry, friend.) My Italian is not very good. Do you know the Italian lingua franca?" Someone switched between two voices and stopped the man in front of him, who was wearing a beard and draped hair. A young man wearing a magician's shawl, but still looking quite immature.
"Yes, friend, I understand Midi Common. Why do you speak the language of Florence? Are you from the same place as me? Who are you?" The young man also switched to Midi Common and asked.
A series of questions were thrown out, and before someone could answer them, a sudden stomach rumble interrupted their mood. The young man looked embarrassed. Lin pointed to the room where he was thrown out, which was a tavern, and asked: "That was just now?"
"I owed the shopkeeper a lot of money and was kicked out. But, I have a good idea, I can make money, and I can pay him back then." The young man breathed in the heat on a winter's night. He blushed and said slightly excitedly.
It seems that he is really a time traveler, and his life is really miserable. Looking at the golden thread on his chest, Lin felt a little confused. Although they are not serious fellow villagers, they are from the same place at least, so it would be unreasonable not to help them. Lin said: "Wait for me first." He motioned for the other person to move away, and after he parked the car, he took the young man into the tavern, although he was a little reluctant.
Winter guests always make people love and hate them. What I love is that I can make a lot of money for drinks, but what I hate is that when the other person walks into the pub, he will inevitably open the door and be flooded with cold wind in the room.
The fat shopkeeper forced a smile on his fleshy face and planned to greet the guests. But before he could say anything, when he saw clearly the man hiding behind a well-dressed magician, his whole face fell again. He cursed and said: "Get out! Get out! You are not welcome here." After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves again and prepared to throw the person out.
Lin stretched out his hand to stop the person, causing the fat shop owner to stop in his tracks. This is not so much about how majestic or threatening he is, but more about the effect of the few gold coins in his hand. He said: "Shopkeeper, how much money does this friend owe, I will pay it. Is this enough?"
The fat shopkeeper looked at the two magicians who had just entered the door suspiciously. In terms of magnanimity, they are indeed not on the same level, and there is a gap in age. They also seem to be wealthy, at least they don't look poor. Is this the young magician's friend?
After taking the gold coin, he didn't just put it in his mouth and bite it. The coins of the Mysterious Land are exquisite and different. Coins as round as the five empires and with double-sided printing cannot be made by everyone. Such casting technology can be regarded as an anti-counterfeiting technology. After thinking about the young magician's past credits, the fat shopkeeper said, "That's a lot."
