Chapter 209

Griffin Province.

An ordinary but poetically decorated carriage slowly drove into the sunny Serin Manor.

The horses pulling the carriage were tied with copper bells, which jingled and attracted the attention of the servants of the manor.

"It's Miss Mary Ruth."

The housekeeper immediately stepped forward to greet her and performed impeccable etiquette at the carriage door: "Welcome to the distinguished Miss Mary Ruth."

"Hello."

The carriage door opened, and a pure and gentle woman smiled and waved, exuding elegance and whiteness. She picked up a thick book.

"The Poems of Everec"

"I came to Miss Shirley to share some of my reading experience and return this book. I really benefited a lot." Mary Ruth held the book in one hand, stretched out her right hand, put it on the maid's wrist, and got off the car gracefully, "I also brought a painting for Shirley. I painted it when I went to White Swan City. Please take it."

"It's an honor."

A smile appeared on the housekeeper's usually serious face.

Mary Ruth hurried to the left hall of the main building of the manor without even leading the way.

Shirley has been recuperating in the family manor since investigating the corpse tide in the northern province. She leaned against a huge long table and looked at the map on the long table with a serious expression. The map was full of small flags and various chess pieces were closely placed.

"I knew it."

Murmuring, Mary Ruth did not rush forward, but waited quietly with the book in her arms.

"There are too many displaced serfs and freemen, which is not a good thing."

"In addition, the three western provinces suffered from locust plagues last year and beast tides this year... Will the peasants be restless?"

"Probably not, after all, they are unarmed, and the subhumans in the northeast and the elves in the northwest are more threatening."

After talking to herself for a long time, Shirley felt hungry. She looked up and was about to call the maid when she saw Mary Ruth waiting at the door.

"Hmm? Dear Miss Mary Ruth, no wonder the blue tits kept chirping yesterday, it turns out you are coming."

Shirley walked forward happily and took Mary Ruth's arm: "Next time, don't just wait, call me directly. Look how tired our lovely lady is. It's all my fault."

"I don't want to disturb you. After all, you are responsible for protecting the empire." Mary Ruth said seriously, and then changed the subject, "Let's go to the opera performance."

"No, I still have to sort out the relics of the Survey Corps and send them to their families."

Speaking of this, Shirley's smile disappeared, and her eyes were a little dull, as if she was lost in memories.

"I remember. Didn't you say the relic was lost in the North? It's back."

Shirley smiled and said, "Yes, Field of the Ross family found it for me and sent it back."

"Oh~" Mary Ruth made a look of realization, "A knight who would go through fire and water for you?"

"A baron."

Shirley waved her hands with a helpless expression: "I get angry when I talk about him. The letter he wrote to me almost pissed me off. What I want is the situation of the rotting corpse. He was wasting time and writing me a bunch of fancy and gorgeous words. Although it's right to pursue me, but... you know."

"You are such a workaholic, I don't understand."

Mary Ruth was embarrassed. She was inexplicably fed a mouthful of dog food.

This sounded very Versailles. Mary Ruth sighed, "I envy you for having a baron pursuing you. If I had this opportunity, I would always wait for the message from the carrier pigeon. At the ball, I could only meet nobles without fiefs. Even if they had fiefs, they would be knights at most."

The offspring of nobles, if they are not the first heirs, may not have a good life in the future.

Especially when the resources in the hands of their fathers are already scarce.

Their own children may not even be able to become knights. They may become knights' squires, and finally become freemen when they are getting younger and younger.

"Don't be so pessimistic. You are so beautiful. Are you afraid that you can't find a good husband?" Shirley patted Mary Ruth's hand, "Don't worry. Besides, Field doesn't have a fief. Is Nightfall considered a fief? Haha."

"Uh, Nightfall? I've heard of it, but I haven't been there. Is it as scary as described in the poems?"

Shirley rolled her eyes and stuffed the letter into Mary Ruth's hand.

"Show it to you, you'll know after you read it."

Mary Ruth refused immediately: "Ah? This is not in line with aristocratic etiquette, please don't play tricks on me."

"Hehe, there is not much actual content, and I just need your help to think about how to reply."

Shirley was interested in the war in the empire, and she really didn't care about other things.

"Okay."

Mary Ruth picked up the letter, read it over and over again, was silent for a long time, and finally said sadly: "He must love you very much, look at the affection between the lines, he must be crying whileWhile writing. The Night Territory must not be as bad as you say, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write such words. "

She didn't know that the content of Field's letter was just an adaptation of European poetry from her previous life.

Shirley scratched her head awkwardly. What she had just boasted about about her suitors was purely made up by her. After all, this time it was really disgusting.

Field didn't even look at her at the beginning.

"Give me some reference on how to reply. My request is to tell me the direction of the zombie tide and all the situations in the Night Territory, which are crucial to the future of the empire."

"You are so rude." Mary Ruth rarely showed a protest. She held the letter to her heart, "At least give a little emotional response. The other party is a baron, although the fiefdom is terrible."

"Not so good, and I can't say I like him. I just want to maintain the prosperity of the empire." Shirley hesitated, "Don't be affected by the stories in the poems. Reality and imagination are always very different. Field is one of the most standard nobles I have ever seen. He is greedy and stubborn, but he is just a little disgusting. "

"Why are you scolding him!"

Mary Ruth was anxious.

"Okay~" Shirley rolled her eyes, "Come and help write the letter, in the form of poetry."

The breeding farm of the Night Territory is located in the northwest of the manor. As the scale expanded, it has been relocated twice.

The most are war horses, the number of which is more than the sum of other livestock. Among them, no more than ten war horses were bought, and the other more than 200 were robbed. This astonishing number can even shock many nobles.

You should know that the price of a qualified war horse will not be less than 25 gold coins, and ordinary people cannot save that much in their lifetime. It is dozens of times more expensive than slaves, and it can be regarded as a model of people being inferior to animals.

Although some lame horses were killed, the daily consumption of grass and fodder is a heavy burden for the Night Territory.

"It turns out that the giant wolf looks like this, not majestic at all, just like an enlarged Keshi grassland sheepdog."

Charlotte pointed at the new giant wolf, her eyes wide open, and muttered the homeland of the Purple Gold Empire.