Chapter 331: feast

The lights are faint.
Mo Lin crossed his fingers, but the look on his face was extremely quiet, and it seemed to be dark and bright in the dim lights.
"Master, since you left for some time, the income and expenditure of your enclosure is as follows, mineral products ..." Dris, holding a book in his hand, bowed, and said something respectfully to Morin.
Mo Lin's gaze turned slightly, and he took back a little thought.
"Okay, Dris, you needn't say it." Morin waved his hand slightly.
His hand made a slight move, and immediately, the account book in Dris's hand fluttered into his own hand, and Morin opened the account book and began to read it carefully.
He glanced casually at the ledger in his hand, and a faint blue shimmer flashed in his eyes. This was the interpretation of the information and information of the chip in the opponent's ledger.
"The person responsible for the pink powder ore, the person responsible for the feathers of the black bird, and the person responsible for the purple orchid were arrested and killed. The logistics officer of the team grabbed a hundred whips and then drove him out." Mo Lin said lightly , He raised his eyes and said, "Oh, you are not well monitored, go get the fifty whip."
"Master ..." Dris was surprised and wanted to say something.
But he raised his head slightly, and after seeing Mo Lin's calm and even indifferent eyes, his body shivered, and the whole person calmed down immediately.
"Prepare a carriage for me."
Moline looked at Dris again, and then Moline stood up and strode forward.
Dries agreed respectfully, and his body shuddered, almost soaked in cold sweat, Dris had a feeling that if he had some objections, Moline would definitely kill him. If you drop it, you should know that the royal family may lack a lot of things, but for the subordinates who are vassals, they are not lacking at all.
The sparkling carriage sounded, and Mo Lin sat on the carriage and was heading to the Wangcheng.
The coachman was a strong werewolf guard. His skill was very good. The coach was stable and stable. There was no slight bumps and shaking. Moline's eyes looked out the window. He couldn't tell the other beauty, his eyes moved, a little fascinated.
On Morin's palm, a black mark was flashing non-stop, emitting a gleaming black shimmer, which was a sign of Asmon Lei's contact.
Moline stayed in the castle for a few days. He received the mark of interconnection, and after thinking about it, he came over.
Soon, when he got to the place, Morin got out of the carriage. He gave a few words to the driving werewolf guard, and then waved his hand to let the werewolf guard leave.
Aside, Harman came over, he saw Mo Lin, exclaimed in a low voice, a hint of surprise appeared on his face: "Mo Lin!"
"I'm very happy to meet you. Oh my god, you're okay and you didn't get a little hurt. Thank you very much."
Harman looked at Morin and wondered.
Morin smiled. He turned around and walked into the hall with Harman.
On the way, they met a lot of Asmonley. Morin greeted them. The attitude of the other Asmundles towards him was very unusual and very warm.
"What happened?" Morin asked. He felt something was wrong when communicating with other people.
"It's something we went to explore in the dead city."
Harman sighed and said, "Too many people have died, really, too many people have died."
Morin frowned, waiting for Harman's following.
"After the White Mist, all the people were separated. We entered the maze alone. In the maze, our tribe suffered heavy casualties in the maze. After that, we went to the dead city, and the same was true. "
"This time, we, Asmund, have really died of too many people."
Harman sighed softly, with an unspeakable sigh in his voice.
Morin did not speak, but frowned slightly.
"The losses this time are too great for us all to bear. Since the last disaster in Purgatory World, we have never experienced such losses in Asmon Rai." Harman looked at Mo Lin, said: "Not only the ordinary Asmunde died, but also the son of the three elders, Green, and the Asmundle who followed him and the strong men of the lower race."
Harman let out a long breath and said, "It's unimaginable."
Moline's eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't speak. Green killed him, but he couldn't say it. After all, Moline was not an idiot.
Moline and Harman walked into the hall. They waited for a while, and the elder Haslingen summoned Moline and Harman himself.
"I'm glad you are none, Asmonle's children." Haslain whispered, his voice was old, revealing an unspeakable fatigue, but at this time, he looked at Morin and In Harman's eyes, there was an unshakable look of relief.
"Especially you, Morin." Haslain's voice came over and said, "You are fine, very good, very good."
Several other Asmenlays standing next to Haslein also showed their identity. Morin is a pure-blooded species. For Asmonle, it has an extraordinary meaning. He is fine, right Asmonley, who has suffered heavy losses now, is somewhat comforting.
"Okay, Maureen, I called you this time. On the one hand, I want to see you, and on the other hand, I actually want to tell you. Do n’t fight, do n’t let us Asmon Rae. Hurt each other. "
Haslan said these words, revealing a deep sense of exhaustion and sentiment in his voice, saying: "We, Asmund, can no longer afford the casualties of our members."
Morin and Haman were stunned. They looked at each other and bowed to Haslan.
"Okay, elder." Morin said.
They meant that the elders understood, and obviously, the elders certainly said more than the two of them.
After briefly saying a few words with Moline again, Haslin asked Moline to retreat. He said that in the evening, the Asmunds would hold a banquet for Moline and Haman. Go to participate.
Morin put on a black dress. The black-gold pattern on the dress was shimmering, and it seemed to have a strange mystery that could not be said. At night, he got on the carriage driven by the werewolf and came to Place for banquets.
"Hey, Moline!" Harman found Moline, and they waved and motioned to Moline.
Moline walked over, and not only Haman but Lenny came over this time, but Moline did not see Hughes.
"What about Hughes?" Moline frowned and asked.
"Hughes, he is dead."
Lenny's voice was hoarse and he looked very low, saying: "We met in the dead city and experienced several fierce nights together, but one night, the corpses finally rushed in, and I desperately fight with those monsters, But I can only keep myself. At the end, I can only watch Hughes be killed alive by those corpses in front of me. "
Morai and Harman were silent, and after a while, Harman stepped forward and patted Lenny on the shoulder, saying: "Look away a little."
"nothing."
Harman shook his head, but there was still a sadness on his face that could not be concealed.
The atmosphere was inevitably depressed, but after a while, Lenny finally recovered, and he apologized to Moline and Harman, and begged them to forgive their previous gaffe.
The banquet started. This time, a lot of Asmonleys came to gather and several elders appeared. They said to Asmonlays that although they suffered a great loss this time, everything will happen. Okay, everything before was an accident. After that, they went to the core layer of the world ’s original force, and were infused with the world ’s original force. Asmon Rae rushed into the seal, and the other sealed people returned to the world. By then, everything will be fine.
A large number of Asmunds were listening to them, their voices were warm, and a lot of morale was restored.
Gradually, the crowd dispersed, and Moline and Leni were talking in a whisper. At this time, Haslan suddenly came over.
"Moline!" Haslan yelled at him.
Moline turned his head and was surprised to find that several elders were coming, the elder Hasling, the elder Monsieg and the elder Bartoya.
They brought a young boy over to be Bernice. At this moment, Bernice looked at Moline and shrank back involuntarily. He seemed to be afraid of Moline.
"Molin, both you and Bernice are pure-blooded species, which is of great significance to us Asmon Rai, you have to be close to each other." Haslan said, Mons yig showed a positive expression on his face, and The expression on Bartoa's face was faint, with no other look.
Haslane beckoned to Bernice, who had a struggling look on his face. He hesitated for a long time before speaking to Moline, saying: "Mo ... Moline, I ... I'm Bernice, before we Those unpleasant things, that's it ... just pass by. "
"Of course." Mo Lin smiled slightly.
He turned his gaze slightly and found a woman standing next to Bernice.
The woman is very beautiful. She is holding Bernice's wrist, her face is exquisite, her skin is better than snow, as if a blood rose is blooming, the beauty makes people feel that their breathing starts to hurt.
Morin felt that the woman was familiar. He was a wizard and had a good memory. Soon, he thought of who the woman was.
Crea.
When he first came to the world of purgatory, Feline saved him. While on the road ~ EbookFREE.me ~ he had seen Kleiya and a rather arrogant young knight named Oren, but only later, He has been healing, and then he has become a holy lord, and he is not concerned about the ordinary noble teenagers and girls who have had a relationship with Feline. I did not expect it to be seen now.
"She ... she is mine ..." Bernice looked at Moline and looked at Kleiya. The whole person started to panic. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't stutter because of the tension.
"Let me introduce, she is Kleiya, from an unknown and strange race, human." The three elders Bartoya suddenly said, "Kleiya is Bernice's fiancee."
fiancée?
Morin raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised.
"Hello, Mr. Moline." Kleiya stepped forward and bowed slightly towards Moline. Her body was beautiful, and the white dress seemed to bloom on the ground like a white poppy washed out of blood.
She raised her eyes, and the voice passed quietly, saying, "I am Kleiya."
"Nice to meet you here."