December 25th is approaching the New Year.
When the night faded, the city woke up, and the bright morning light gave Merova City, a city that has stood on the earth for thousands of years, a breathtaking glow.
At the dawn of dawn, workers, vendors, and office workers gathered their energy and left their warm beds.
As usual, a busy day begins again.
Although according to the tradition of the kingdom, the holiday started yesterday on the Holy Fire Festival and will last until January 8 next year... but a holiday that lasts for half a month is impossible even if you think about it.
Industry has sprouted, and this is no longer the pastoral era of the Third Age.
Don't even think about taking a break even in winter. In cities, let alone half a month's holiday, many factories and companies of black-hearted capitalists have to work overtime even during the New Year...
Mr. Pat is a hard worker who has to work overtime.
As a project manager of the Orchid Ceremony Company in this city, he was recently assigned a task - to hold a birthday party for Sir Ackerman.
The banquet was small in scale but high in standard, so there was still some profit in between.
Sir Ackerman, a very popular figure recently, cannot be ignored.
So, Mr. Pat got up early in the morning, took several employees with him, went to the market to buy the freshest ingredients, and prepared a bonfire party for Master Ackerman.
On the south side of Roman Square, Mr. Pat and his party got off the public carriage.
There was still a long time before evening, so there was no rush. Mr. Pat planned to have breakfast first. He bought a newspaper, found a noodle shop, and ordered a bowl of beef noodles.
As soon as he sat down, the content in the newspaper made his eyes widen:
Shock! Last night, a fierce bloody conflict broke out between a group of native Kangao and the guards of the Ange family under the castle of Count Ange, resulting in hundreds of deaths...
Count Ange and the leader of the Raw Stone Tribe, Zaro, fought hard. In the end, Inspector Omar stopped both parties in the 7th game...
'A group of indigenous people attacking an earl's castle? '
Mr. Pat was surprised and other people in the store were talking about it.
"Damn it, these native Kangao people are so powerful. They don't even look down on a noble count. They dare to trespass on private property and even try to attack the castle. They are so lawless!" A citizen exclaimed.
"Haha, what a noble earl, they're just a bunch of dressed-up beasts! That earl's youngest son bullies men, bullies women, does all kinds of evil... he's just a scumbag, he deserves to die!"
A young worker held a copy of "Thorns" in his hand and sneered.
"Young man, I tell you not to buy tabloids. The news in them is unreliable. The nobles shouldn't be so miserable."
Someone next to the young worker's seat couldn't help but retort.
Perhaps due to his inherent impression, he felt that the nobles of the kingdom were still well-educated and graceful and worthy of respect.
"What about the tabloids? Scum is scum! Aren't those pictures in the newspapers some time ago evidence?"
The young worker sneered and said that he liked "Thorns" the best.
In recent times, this newspaper has often published a lot of explosive information, and it has also focused on the aristocracy and the upper class...
This greatly satisfied his petty citizen's gossip and hatred of the rich.
Of course, the one he couldn't put down the most was the one serialized above - "I Moved Bricks in Bu Shen City"!
The protagonist is Renn. His parents died when he was young. He is an orphan with an unknown surname and a somewhat mysterious identity.
Of course, none of the above information is important. Ever since the protagonist Ren left the orphanage and started moving bricks at a construction site in Bu Shen City, he has had many romantic encounters.
He first pushed down a co-worker's sister, then slept with the foreman's wife who had a weak kidney, and one night he heroically saved a beauty and met the daughter of a gang boss...
Recently, Wren has had a relationship with the sister and wife of the construction company boss, and also with a lonely baroness.
The author Wen Xi also knows what people like to read, and he never engages in vain things such as humanistic care, artistic philosophy, and connotative thoughts.
Just get on with the practical stuff and just do it.
His "I Move Bricks in Bu Shen City" is huge in scale, exciting in content, explicit in description, and full of love, action, romance, gestures and other elements.
In other words, since subscribing to this newspaper, the young worker feels that his nutrition is a bit behind...
"Perhaps the nobles are not good people, but the native Kangao people are not good people either. They are just dogs eating dogs!"
Someone in this noodle shop said disdainfully.
Someone echoed:
"That's right, dog bites dog! The count's youngest son died, the guards suffered many casualties, and hundreds of natives also died...
Hehe, this feud is huge, I look forward to a fight between them! "
Some time ago, Thorns Security Company continued to release dirty information, which resulted in the murder of the noble families in the south.
Nowadays, few people sympathize with the murder of Earl Angle's youngest son. Of course, people also hate the natives.
"However, this article "I Have a Dream" is quite interesting. It is not only brilliant in writing, but also catchy to read... The author is Karen Reinhardt. Do any of you know her?"
Someone asked curiously.
"do not know."
"never heard of that."
Everyone in the noodle shop shook their heads.
The recent period has been turbulent, with breaking news constantly happening, and all kinds of monsters and monsters appearing.
Still, no one knows who Karen Reinhart is.
Listening to everyone's discussion, Mr. Pat from Lanxiang Etiquette Company finally finished eating.
He held a newspaper, lowered his head slightly to read the unfinished content, and walked towards the door, but accidentally bumped into someone.
"Sorry, I..." Mr. Pat apologized immediately.
When he raised his head, he saw an ordinary face.
"fine."
The voice of the person who was hit was a bit low, and his appearance was very ordinary, but his eyes were like a whirlpool swallowing light and temperature, dark, deep, and cold and ruthless.
"You're okay...that's good..." Mr. Pat murmured softly.
Being watched by him, Pat felt as if his body was cold, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar, the blood in his limbs seemed to be frozen, and his spirit became a little trance...
………
Outside the city, Baisha Military Camp.
Wisps of brilliant golden morning light were gathered by the rune array underground, dyeing the white sand on the ground with a golden glow.
As a fourth-level transcendent, three or four hours of sleep a day is enough.
Therefore, King Da Mao got up early.
The girl sat cross-legged in the tent with a calm expression, holding two tubes of magic potion in her small hands. Inside the glass tube was a translucent liquid that exuded a little cyan fluorescence.
This is [Wind Potion], a magic potion that can make people faster.
Only some large tribes of the indigenous Kangao people can make this potion.
Because of the relationship of cooperation and the plastic brotherhood between his subordinates and some natives... Renn has a lot of this kind of magic potion in his hands.
Arturia unscrewed the stopper and drank two tubes of [Wind Potion] in one gulp.
Recently, she has finished taking magic potions to strengthen her mental power and mental resistance, and it's time to use these functional potions.
It didn't take long for her body to light up.
Suddenly, her whole body floated up without any warning, and balls of wind-attributed force emitting a rich cyan light surrounded her body.
A misty green light enveloped King Da Mao. She could sense it through her inner vision through her mental power. Countless green thin lines centered on her stomach, spreading to her whole body like a spider web.
Just like ripples in water, they spread outward in ripples.
At this moment, her snow-like porcelain body was almost translucent, and her internal organs and heartbeat were very clear. The power of the Holy Dragon contained in her cells also reacted, and a golden thin line of Holy Power also appeared. Stimulated by the thin cyan spider web, they also began to organize, entangle, and even fight.
These processes were intense and fast, causing King Daimao's body to tremble slightly in the air.
For a long time, the golden net of holy power gradually covered, swallowed, and transformed the cyan wind-attributed force net... The brilliance of her body slowly disappeared, and her body returned to its original form and fell down.
Her eyes were originally green, but they shone with brilliance, deep and bright, like stars in the night sky.
The rhythm and energy of the wind seemed to be singing around her.
When the light in her eyes dissipated, Artoria blinked.
[High Wind Potion], it can effectively improve a person's nerve reaction speed, increase limb flexibility, and enhance night vision and dynamic vision...
The strength has become a little stronger.
The girl put away the empty glass tube, but she was in a good mood.
It took a while to take and digest the potion. When Arturia left the tent and came to a place in the military camp to line up for breakfast, the students were already eating.
"It's rare, Kate, that you are late for breakfast."
Looking at the girl hurriedly running over, Misha, the roommate of King Da Mao, joked with a smile and handed her a breakfast.
"Something delayed me."
The girl said something perfunctory and did not explain about the potion.
In fact, those who are not high-level extraordinary people would not dare to take two potions with the same effect at the same time. It is very dangerous and may cause internal injuries if they cannot be digested.
Bread, milk, cheese... King Daimao was eating breakfast, but he heard the classmates discussing something.
"Hey, tell me, who is the author of "I Have a Dream"—Karen Reinhart?"
"God knows, could it be related to Kate?" A male student glanced at King Da Mao with fascination.
"Don't be stupid, it's just the same last name. There are quite a few people named Reinhardt." Someone sneered unceremoniously.
"By the way, this article is really well written. It's catchy and passionate... I don't think those young people in the liberal arts academy may have this kind of literary talent."
Holding a newspaper, someone was filled with admiration.
"Haha, if you have such literary talent, why do you want to speak for the indigenous people? A writer with cerebral palsy!"
Some students are very disgusted with the aborigines, and they also hate those who speak against the aborigines.
"That's right, someone with cerebral palsy, or in other words, Karen Reinhardt is a Kangao person who just took a pseudonym to hide her indigenous identity..."
Many students, including many instructors, have a negative opinion of indigenous peoples.
Karen?
The green eyes of the Da Mao King lit up slightly. The Border Knight──Karen Reinhardt, isn’t Renne’s vest, or one of his past identities?
That guy is causing trouble again...
The side of the military camp.
"Haha, I'm willing to admit defeat, Bishop Trombo." The strange hero Zolo held a cigarette in his mouth and stretched out his palm.
"The Earl Ange family actually had a conflict with the indigenous people, and so many people died... I always feel that there is a lot of inside story."
The bearded bishop sighed, then took out a few banknotes from his pocket with an unhappy look on his face and handed them to Zoro.
"Whether or not Ren is behind the scenes, but after this incident, the Southern Nobles Alliance will not be able to deal with those troublesome indigenous people within a few months."
The strange hero Zolo shook his head slightly and accepted the bishop's salary for one month.
"Yes." The bishop nodded in approval.
The native Kangao people are not weak at all.
The so-called alien races are actually extraordinary alien races. The population of the alien races is far smaller than that of the mainstream ethnic groups, but among them, there are not many totem warriors, witch doctors, priests and other people who have extraordinary powers.
In this world, every wave of era is filled with wars.
The slightly weaker alien races have long been exterminated.
The Earl Ange family is not a royal family and cannot suppress the entire Kangao people.
This time, they were dealing with only the relocated natives from Dilamo City, which was less than a quarter of the Kangao ethnic group, so it was a bit difficult.
If the strength of the Southern Noble Alliance is added, it can be contended.
However, facing the threat of demon descendants, it is impossible for the royal family to let the Southern Noble Alliance and the indigenous people go to war, but it is not easy to mediate the conflicts between them...
After breakfast, the students started training again.
"Kate, what's wrong with you?"
Misha, who was rushing to the training ground, glanced back and looked at King Da Mao who suddenly stopped behind her and looked into the distance.
"nothing."
The stupid king withdrew his gaze and followed his roommate.
Just now, there seemed to be something wrong on the small slope covered with weeds outside the military camp on the west side. Is it an illusion?
hundreds of meters away.
The sun shines on a lush green shrub, coating the green leaves with a golden glow. A colorful butterfly flutters its wings and flies among the branches and leaves...
………
Xianyue Street, inside the villa.
Ren was lying on the sofa leisurely, his head resting on Kesha's long, white and warm legs, one hand stroking her legs, and the other hand holding the microphone.
"Boss, everything has been settled. That old guy Count Ange won't be able to get out of trouble for at least four or five months."
Cowgirl Susanna's voice was filled with schadenfreude.
The corner of Ren's mouth rose: "Very good, give Wen Xi, Xige and Bessie each a reward of 300 gold coins and three days off."
Four or five months is enough.
At that time, the system's copy task should be released.
After he comes back and upgrades his strength and equipment, he should be nearly invincible under the sanctuary, and maybe he can even try to step into the fifth level.
When the time comes, it will be a matter of debate who will deal with it.
If the other party still dares to cause trouble, hehe, he doesn't mind letting Count Ange know why the flowers are so red!
"Suzanne, is there anything else?"
"Boss, New Year is coming soon. How many days will our company have holidays?"
"What? It's a holiday, what kind of holiday? Of course we can work overtime happily together."
Renn soon exposed his ugly capitalist face.
Suzanne: “…”
"Boss! The Fire Festival has already begun... Doesn't your conscience hurt if you work overtime every day?" Over there, the cowgirl's voice was full of resentment.
Conscience, is that a magical thing? Can it be eaten?
The boss of Rennes smiled disdainfully: "Work overtime until the day before the New Year! Then take three days off. Come to work on time on January 2, otherwise your salary will be deducted!"
"What, just three days? It's obviously half a month..." The cowgirl planned to argue for more vacation.
"If you keep yelling, everyone will celebrate the Chinese New Year in the company!"
Suzanne: “…”
"Suzanne, is there anything else? It's okay. I'll hang up."
"Boss, our company's "Thorn Tabloid" was warned by people from the Public Security Bureau today, saying it was spreading obscene, pornographic and other vulgar information..."
Renn: "..."
The sales of "Thorn Tabloid" have soared recently and the income is huge. Naturally, he is reluctant to give up: "Ignore their group of artless vulgar people and continue publishing it!"
"But, boss, if you continue like this, you will be banned... Also, Wen Xi's book "I Moved Bricks in Bu Shen City" is full of rubbish... I don't understand why you still let him continue. Serialized.”
"Continue to serialize!" Renn said with certainty.
Without pornographic articles, how can newspaper sales increase? Besides, he is also one of the loyal readers, especially since the protagonist is also named Ren, so he has a strong sense of immersion...
Of course, there is no need to say this out loud, as it would be detrimental to your character.
Ren raised his head and glanced at Kesha's beautiful, flawless face, and sighed in his heart.
Valkyrie is good at everything and is suitable as a wife. He also likes her very much, but she is so strict that starting a harem is basically a no-brainer.
The dream can only be realized indirectly through "I Move Bricks in Bu Shen City"...
"Boss, if this continues, Thorn Tabloid will be banned by the Public Security Bureau sooner or later!"
"Don't be afraid. If the worst happens, just change the name to "The Thorn Daily", "The Thorn Observer", "The Thorn Evening News"... and then continue to sell and distribute it.
In short, continue to serialize, must continue to serialize! "
Suzanne: “…”
How obsessed is the boss with that piece of trash?
After chatting for a few more words, Ren hung up the phone.
"What, you think I'm too strict?" Valkyrie pouted her little cherry lips and pinched her boyfriend's cheeks with a few jade fingers.
She knew him so well that she didn't know his little thoughts.
"I don't dare, I don't dare to dislike Her Highness the Princess." His fiancée's gaze that seemed to see everything made Ren a little embarrassed.
Seeing that she still wanted to ask, he stood up, immediately pushed her down on the sofa, and kissed her red lips...
The two inevitably made out.
Valkyrie will return to the empire tomorrow, and Renn doesn't want to restrain himself at all. He does it on the sofa, bathroom, stairs, bedroom... whenever he feels like it, regardless of occasion or time.
Kesha, on the other hand, is still easily shy, but she basically won't reject him.
After having fun for once, the two finished lunch together.
"Ren, do you really want to do this? Can't you find another way?"
Kesha put on a plain white dress, revealing a section of her pure white legs. She was about to go out, but there was worry in her beautiful eyes.
"Well, I don't have time to waste with him anymore! Let's settle it!"
Ren said firmly.
Let's see who can kill whom... He took out a pen, looked indifferently, and crossed out a certain name on his notebook.
