Chapter 109: Changes in Angra

The town's lord's house is just like the other buildings in this town. The white, simple stucco walls are clean and beautiful, and they match the light red roof tiles that still have some fire-like corners even if they are covered by heavy snow. They match the evergreen in the courtyard. Plants, the entire small villa is as small and exquisite as a fairy garden, completely without the flashy and extravagant feeling of other noble houses.
After I entered the room, I didn't have a lot of holes.
The black and white marble paved floor is constructed into a simple but extremely beautiful pattern; in the royal capital, extremely rare and slightly luxurious gold-rimmed tiles are spread throughout the room, which is as bright as a mirror and rubbed like marble.
The furnishings in the room are also very stylish, with soft and comfortable gray-black sofas, gorgeous and thick soft cotton fleece blankets, flamed black alder wood-carved fireplaces, and crystal chandelier hanging high from the ceiling. There is nothing special about these things individually. Yes, but when put together, they complement each other and give birth to a different kind of classic charm.
薇 Under Willa's leadership, in the study, Milary met the town's lord, the youngest son of the Duke of Ponrein, Angela Fat.
This is not the first time Mirari has seen Angela.
Twenty-two years ago, during the harvest festival, when travelling, she received a letter from her father, and when she rushed home to the celebration, she saw the younger son of the Lord Duke.
However, at that time, the other party was still a child who could only hide behind his father. Although his behavior was fair, his personality was very sloppy, and he had no aristocratic temperament at all.
This made a lot of the nobles who wanted to invest in him and see if they could beat the duke's position, so that later the grandson Pompeid won the support of almost all the big nobles in the Principality with an overwhelming advantage. And Angra also ended up being assigned to such a border town ... Although it may be mixed with the name of a lord, it is almost the same as exile.
In the end, I didn't expect this man to be able to mingle with wind and water in such a corner place, which is quite incredible.
At this time, Angra was sitting behind the large walnut boss's table, her hands resting on the table, her fingers intertwined against her chin, and she seemed to be looking at him with scrutiny.
I used ‘seems’ because Angla was behind the window. Under the backlight, Mirari could n’t see the expression on the other side.
This gave him a sense of being oppressed by the momentum of the other side, and the cold sweat on his forehead also kept coming out.
Damn, is this guy really the innocent little boy two years ago?
When Mirali was a guest at an orc tribe on the border of the Grand Duchy of Romero, the tribal shaman once said to him, 'There is no natural hero in this world. All people who become heroes, except for their own certain Beyond qualifications, more are pushed to that position by the tide of the times and the surrounding environment '.
He originally scoffed at this argument: besides that, the existence of the Chosen One and various sages and virgins almost completely denied the words of the great shaman.
But at the moment of seeing Angra, he was a little shaken: could it be that the environment and experience can really make a person change so much?
"I seem to have seen you," Angela said.
"Yes, Mr. Fat, we have met at the Harvest Festival celebration."
"Say so, say hello to your father's military secretary for me."
"Uh ..."
"What's wrong? Anything you want to say can be said directly. I'm not a duke like my father. I don't need to be so nervous," Angra smiled. "After all, after you have a job, the title will not be much lower than me. "
"That ... my father is the finance minister ..."
"..."
"..."
咳 "Ah, say hello to the Minister of Finance on my behalf." Angela corrected his mistake just now.
The intangible sense of coercion suddenly eased with this sentence.
After a sigh of relief, Miralli gave her the purpose of this trip, a letter from the silver eagle Archduke Ponlein Fatt to Angra.
"Master Duke hopes that you can return to the capital during the sowing festival, and he misses you very much," said Mirali.
"I miss my father, too," Angela casually persuaded. After confirming that the wax seal was intact, he opened the letter and looked at it. "Unfortunately, the affairs in this small town are relatively heavy, and I cannot leave."
Yu Xin first expressed his feelings and comfort to Angra's previous letter in her father's tone, and then mentioned the news of his second brother's death very politely, and told Angra to be careful. In addition to what Mirali said just now, I hope that Angela will often go home and take a look at the sowing festival.
Angela certainly will not go back. After all, he is not sure if he can resurrect like other players. It is obviously safest to stay in a town where other players can defend himself ...
He had been assassinated once when he was in office, and he was already 120,000 vigilant about such things ~ EbookFREE.me ~ he never wanted to re-experience the feeling of putting his life and death in the hands of others Already.
What's more, maybe there is a guy staring at his life secretly at this time, and of course it is impossible to go back.
In addition, if you think about it, in fact, his situation is a bit awkward:
He was inexplicably focused on his life, and until now he did not know who the black hand was behind the scenes, and the only brother who had mastered the truth was dead. In this case, Angra couldn't say it at all. Brother hired someone to engage in me, but he was killed by that person first, even if he went out, no one believed it ... not to mention that even the guy who killed the second brother has been smashed by the players. This time it is completely dead.
What's more troublesome is that from the perspective of his elder brother, maybe he thought he had killed the second elder brother, and by the way, he must also be killed together, and the duke's inheritance or something will definitely be prepared , If you are not sure, you will start by killing yourself for the wall ... After all, the brotherhood of the aristocratic family is not as good as plastic, at best it can be regarded as a bubble brotherhood ...
Going back silly at this time, didn't you add a block to yourself, after all, now I don't have the convenient body protection props of the 'Didi Daren' series.
也就是说 "In other words, can't you go back? That's really a pity." Mirali looked slightly disappointed.
"It's hard for you this time. Let's live in the town for a day and then go. I have a lot of things lately. Go back ..."
[Ding, trigger new publishable tasks-[find a test knife]]
[Completion reward: Didi hits the wand X1]
"... It's not impossible."