[Wagne County]
[Oak Town]
[Majia Manor]
In the evening, the "Wolf Cavalry" briefly visited Ma Jiya Manor.
Before it got dark, another rich man from Oak Town, the potbellied timber merchant Mikhail, held up his belt and ran into the gate of the Matiya Manor, crying and shouting.
"Hey, you..." Mikhail, who has reached middle age, burst into tears and held old Ma Jia's hand without dignity, and kept howling: "What should I do now! Hey, you !」
Ma Jiya's family looked at each other, but they didn't know how to comfort each other.
Because as a "free man", old Ma Diya also encountered everything that Mikhail Yin Er, as a "free man", encountered.
The wolf cavalry, representing the will of the blood wolf, came and asked Mattia Milok to fulfill the glorious obligations of being a "free man" - but it was an obligation that had never been fulfilled; at the same time, he could enjoy being a "free man" ” rights—of course, rights that have never been enjoyed before.
They asked old Ma Jiya: leave as soon as possible, and be sure to arrive in Maple Stone City before the last day of June to attend the meeting of all free people.
"Create evil! I really make evil! Ghosts are fascinated by my heart!" Miha Yiner, who was also asked to participate in the meeting, cried and regretted: "Why ... why did I spend money to buy this free man's high hat ! Now this breaks! But it's going to kill me! Ah! "
"Uncle Mikhail." Xiao Majiya deliberately pronounced "uncle" very harshly. Seeing that the usually arrogant black-hearted timber merchant was so rude, he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You have just become..." When you are free, you do n’t say that, but you show off with my father at the town conference! "
Miha Yiner heard the words for a moment, and then hugged Lao Ma Jiya's thighs, and he was louder.
Lao Ma Jiya used his eyes to stop his younger son's behavior on the wounds of wooden merchants, and then waved his hand to signal others to leave the living room.
The old servant Tasuo was the first to leave. He looked at the last glance at the wood merchant, and then took a sip towards the ground, and left the room without returning.
Little Martiya also imitated Old Tasso's actions, clumsily spat out of the carpet and ran out after Old Tasso.
After Mrs. Matiya brought a glass of calming wine to the lumber dealer, she glanced at her husband worriedly, then wrapped her shawl tightly and returned to the second floor.
Miha Yiner drank the wine in the cup, and after the others left, they said real intentions.
"Brother Majiya...Brother Majiya..." Mikhail asked with sobs: "You! You are the person I respect the most. What do you think...what is this meeting? We are going ?Still not going?"
"The Free People's Congress." Old Majia paused, his expression still as emotionless as granite: "Every "free man" must go. "
Mikhail said with a sad face: "There is always someone who can't go, right?"
"This is a meeting of free people in the newly reclaimed land. I'm afraid all the "free people" in the entire province have been notified. What needs to be done must be major events related to the entire province. "Old Ma Jiya asked: "If you don't want to go, why did you spend money to buy this title?"
In the Republic of Plato, free people do not refer to "free people", but people who have the right to vote and be elected. Free men could hold public office, be the first to speak at town and village meetings, and become members of local or even higher-level parliaments.
But becoming a "free man" is not an easy thing. Unless you have achieved military merit, you can only buy it with money.
Old Ma Diya's free man status came from military merit, and the timber merchant Mikhail spent a lot of money to get it.
"How did I know that this would happen today?" Mikhail regretted it and asked tremblingly: "All the "people" from the new land are going to go? Then... how many people are there? "
"A few hundred people." Lao Majiya answered unexpectedly: "There will be no more than a thousand people in the newly cultivated land."
Knowing that his title was rarer than he thought, Mikhail felt inexplicably proud and happy.
But when he thought that it was this title that made him want to commit suicide, Mikhail couldn't help but feel sad.
"Don't go." Miha Yiner asked tears in tears: "Can you do it?"
Old Ma Jiya thought for a while and replied seriously: "This is not what I said."
"That's that... I'm sick!"
Miha Yiner suddenly came. He pulled up his trouser legs, revealing short thick calves, looking around in the living room, and finally selected a vase.
He picked up the vase, gestured to his legs, and shouted with a pale face: "I, I, I... my leg is broken! I can't get out! Isn't that okay?"
"Yeah." Old Ma Jiya responded with only a nasal sound.
Mikhail gritted his teeth and made gestures for a long time, but still couldn't make his move. After several repetitions, his full emotions disappeared in an instant. He fell softly and fell to the ground, just like a pumping skin.
"How can we live like this!" The lumber merchant covered his fat face and cried sadly, "I just gave birth to a daughter! How can she live without me!"
Old Ma Jiya silently took back the vase that Madam loved so much from the lumber dealer and carefully put it back in its place.
Mihayin suddenly hugged old Ma Jiya's thigh again and asked incoherently: "Xue Lang... Xue Lang doesn't want to kidnap us, does he? Call all the wealthy households in the new land over and have a spoonful." Ouch! I heard that he was subjected to all kinds of torture! Ahhh! Why is he so cruel! How can I endure it!"
Old Ma Jiya asked in confusion: "How do you know that Mr. Xuelang has various torture methods?"
"I... heard what someone said." Mikhail sniffed hard and added: "But the person who told me had seen a blood wolf with his own eyes. He said that the blood wolf had a green face, fangs, and a ferocious look..."
Old Ma Jiya tried hard to remember the young face who sold him the new plow, but she couldn't associate it with the green face, fangs, and ferocious look.
"Your Excellency Blood Wolf." Old Majia instinctively corrected the timber merchant: "It's not what you said."
Miha Yin'er suddenly became energetic: "Brother... you... you have seen the blood wolf."
Old Ma Jiya nodded slowly.
"He, he, he...how is he?" Mikhail asked hurriedly: "Is he just? Is he merciful? Is he as cruel as they say?"
At the end of the question, the timber merchant was already crying: "He... did he kidnap someone..."
Old Ma Jiya thought for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable word to describe the blood wolf. Although I just met for a short time, the young leader conveyed to Lao Ma Jiya is not simply using a word or a sentence to explain that the old Malaysia Jiya does not know how to ask Miha Yiner to Miha Yiner. illustrate.
After thinking again and again, Lao Ma Jiya said solemnly: "I will go."
Miha Yinldo whispered for a while before reacting what Lao Ma Jiya said. In a moment, all his tears nose and snoted back: "What are you talking about?"
"I will go to the meeting of all free people." Old Martiya paused: "I want to hear what Montagne wants to say."
Mikhail froze on the spot.
At this moment, another voice floated miserably from the direction of the manor gate: "Ah ah ah! Brother Ma Ji Ya! What should I do! I can't survive!..."
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[Maplestone City]
[officers' quarters]
Some people are unwilling to go, but some are willing to come.
After receiving the notice, Gillard Mitchell and Ellen Mitchell, who were far away from Wolf Town, set off for the first time, even reaching Maple Stone City earlier than many "free people" near Volne.
Right now, the Mitchells are visiting Pierre's residence.
The officers' apartment of the former headquarters of the New Reclamation Corps is located in the best area of Maple Stone City. Standing at the door, you can see the bell tower of the Maple Stone City Cathedral. When you open the window, you can see the quietly flowing Anya River.
The building group co -med by the apartment itself is an independent community, guarding the walls and guards, and is private and quiet.
The construction of each apartment building itself is also very costly.
Old Mitchell looked at the entire apartment inside and out, and finally came up with only one word: "Not bad."
Then, he glanced at his son again, hummed softly, and said, "It's better than our house."
"You are joking, Dad." Pierre surrendered quickly. He looked at his mother for help: "Mitchell Manor is always the best."
Mrs. Mitchell, who was holding Pierre on her arm, looked at her husband tenderly and smiled, and Gilad Mitchell stopped playing tricks with her son.
"Thank you for your hard work along the way." Pierre, who briefly escaped his father's attack, opened the cupboard and hurriedly searched for traces of the wine bottle: "It must not have been easy to come here so quickly."
He had just moved into this house not long ago. He had never lived here for a few days because he was always on the go, and he lacked the consciousness of being an "owner".
"It's not hard at all. It's easier than when I traveled far away when I was young." Girard carefully sat on the crocheted soft chair and looked at the furnishings in the living room: "We came here in the government's new carriage. , everyone will arrange food and lodging along the way, and we will arrive at the place just like having fun.”
Pierre finally found his target. As he walked back, he asked his mother, "Is that so? Mom."
Mrs. Mitchell smiled and nodded.
"That's good." Pierre introduced while pouring wine for his father: "These houses originally belonged to the officers of the New Reclamation Corps. After taking over Maplestone City, Monsignor Montagne redistributed them to us."
Gilad took the glass but did not drink it. He asked with concern: "So, you are finally a real officer?"
"We... we, His Excellency Montagne's subordinates, are in a somewhat special situation right now." Pierre explained patiently and restrainedly: "As far as I know, you are discussing with other "Reconstruction Preparatory Committees" how to transform our Military ranks and positions were merged into the original system. "
As he said that, Pierre smiled sheepishly: "But, you know, if we just follow the old rules, many of us can become "school officers." So...this matter is still under negotiation. "
Hearing his son's words, Gilad let out a long sigh, half relieved and half disappointed: "It seems that it will be my turn to salute you from now on."
Pierre quickly propped up his old father's pride: "How could it be!? Dad, you will always be my "chief". "
"Let's have a drink." Gilad picked up the bottle and poured some wine for his son: "Pierre."
"It's an honor." Pierre took the wine glass respectfully.
Gilad and his wife looked at each other and replied seriously: "It's also an honor for me."
At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs, and Scarlett with short hair ran into the living room from the second floor like a gust of wind, announcing loudly: "I want to live in the second largest room!"
Little Mrs. Mitchell - Pierre's new wife - followed slowly down the stairs with her daughter in her arms and a smile in her eyes.
On the way here, the Mitchells picked up their daughter-in-law and young daughter who were in Gevaudan.
Pierre replied without mercy: "You live in the smallest room."
"Stingy." Scarlett made a face and said contemptuously: "I knew you would definitely keep the good things for yourself."
"The second bedroom is for my sister and brother-in-law, and the master bedroom is for my father and mother." Pierre glanced at his parents, then at his wife: "Amélie and I will live outside."
"Will Fanny and Alex come too?" Ellen unconsciously covered her chest.
"Yes." Pierre held his mother's hand: "My brother-in-law will be here. I asked someone to send a letter to my brother-in-law, asking him to bring my sister with him."
Gilad was silent for a moment, then quietly wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand: "Then our family will be reunited again."
"Yes," Pierre replied with a smile.
After a brief absence, Ellen became concerned about her son again: "We can squeeze in with Scarlett, and you don't have to find a place to live outside."
Hearing this, Scarlett
Rei showed a very reluctant expression.
"Don't worry, Mom." Pierre gently shook his mother's hand, then looked at his wife with a smile: "There are many bachelors here, and the most indispensable thing is empty rooms."
"But there's no ashes in the hearth." Amelie Mitchell held her sleeping daughter in her arms and asked timidly, "You didn't eat well either, did you?"
"That's because I spend most of my time outside." Pierre walked to his wife, rubbed his stepdaughter's hair, and explained gently: "Even if I come back to live occasionally, I always go to other people's places to start a business. Don't worry, I'm eating well."
Amelie nodded shyly. For this newlywed couple, although the wife is three years older than the husband and is remarried, it is strange that the latter is the dominant one.
"By the way." Pierre turned to look at his parents and pointed in the distance: "Your residence is over there. You can see it after walking a few steps."
Hearing this, both Girard and Scarlett became visibly nervous.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Gilad stood up abruptly, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes quickly, and taught his son a lesson: "In this case, we should thank you as soon as possible. How can we know that others are doing this? It's right in front of you but you don't say hello, why have you forgotten the rules of the Tusa people?"
"Don't worry." Pierre pressed his father's shoulders: "Your Excellency is definitely not at your residence now."
"Then...where is your Excellency?"
"Now." Pierre thought for a moment and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile: "It should be in the siege camp."
"Siege the camp? Attack what? Maple Leaf Castle?"
Pierre nodded.
"I heard." Gilad slowly sat back down and asked curiously: "I heard that it has been around for more than a month and it has not been taken down yet."
Pierre didn't know how to explain it to his old father for a while: "The situation here is a bit complicated... Anyway, you don't have to worry about being rude to Your Excellency. Your Excellency also said a few days ago that when you and your mother arrive in Maple Stone City, you will come to visit in person. and you."
Gilad let out a long "Oh."
After a while, Gilad asked thoughtfully: "What are you going to do with such a big battle this time?"
"You don't have to worry about that." Pierre replied without hesitation: "You can do whatever your Excellency asks you to do."
Gilad frowned.
…
At the same time, at the siege camp outside Maple Stone City.
Winters and Mason squatted side by side in the artillery bunker, staring ahead distressedly.
In their field of vision, the behemoth-like Maple Leaf Castle was quietly entrenched on the hill.
Although the surface has been mottled by cannonballs and the wall fortifications have been knocked to pieces, this giant stone fortress built by the New Reclamation Corps with twenty years of hard work is still standing.
On the triangular fortress facing the siege camp, a military flag belonging to the red rose was swaying feebly in the wind.
