The evergreen broad-leaved plants shaking their branches in the wind that still has residual heat. Amasil was hotter in September this year than in previous years.

The carriage window was open, the girl held her side face with her hands, her cheeks were half-blown, and her long brown hair was fluttering in the light wind, and from time to time, a few light notes leaked from her lips.

Opposite her was a woman with long fluffy hair, wearing luxurious clothes, but rolled up her sleeves randomly, and kept lowering her head and writing on the book on her legs, without any awareness of the behavior that should match her outfit.

Beside her, a smaller girl was sitting upright, wearing a big white lace hat, an equally luxurious skirt, and delicate leather shoes. She couldn't reach the floor of the carriage and could only shake her legs back and forth as the carriage swayed.

"Sorconan doesn't have such a thing as such a long carriage." The girl said quietly, while looking back and forth curiously, "Did he come up with it?"

They got into the carriage leading to Siliki in Mandexburg, central Amasil. The carriage was long and wide, with eight wheels, which could be used for nearly twenty people. The magic circles inlaid on the carriage made it easy to drive the carriage forward with only three horses.

This is a special carriage issued by the "Boyle Chamber of Commerce" in Siliki. There is no version in circulation elsewhere. Currently, it seems that only the route from Mandelkesburg-Siliki is opened.

"I think it must be." The girl said, unable to help but curl up the corners of her mouth, put her other hand on her chest, and stroked the blue jade pendant through her clothes.

However, the carriage was not full, including only seven of them, three of whom were their own merchants of the Boyle Chamber of Commerce, while the remaining one was a passenger like them. Wearing a simple black cloak, holding our arms and lowering our heads to the window, our black hair was erected unruly, and when we raised our heads slightly, we could see the messy stubble.

And the merchants seemed to be talking about him, and from time to time, voices came from the seats in front: "Look, is our Siliki name so loud that the homeless people have come to join us?"

"I think more people will come to our Siliki soon!"

...Although it is very impolite, his appearance does not look much different from a homeless man.

But even though the businessmen's comments were so unblocked, the person dressed in a homeless man still never said a word.

The carriage was moving smoothly towards the northeast. When he was in Phil, he had to slow down due to the muddy road caused by the heavy rain in the past few days. However, after not long after, the carriage moved smoothly again.

The ground at my feet became a flat road at some point, and there were neat street trees beside the road. From the gaps between the trees, you can see the farmland in the distance. The golden wheat waves swayed in the wind, which was obviously a sign of a bumper harvest.

"Why is it still wilderness outside just now? Now it's all farmland? Where are we?" the girl asked the merchant in front, who laughed and replied in a kind and light tone: "It was the territory under the rule of Duke O'Connor's third son, and now it is the territory of our lord, Earl of Celic! Can that be the same?"

"I think so, so it is possible to make the territory so beautiful. I think this lord must be very impressive."

"Beautiful lady, you are so good at speaking-haha, of course, it is true. If you want, I can tell you about his deeds..."

The heroic deeds of a young lord were heard in the carriage, such as the wisdom of taking Mufeng Festival, cleverly breaking the people of the northern border, and subduing the elves to recruit dwarves...

The girl secretly looked at the girl by the window, but saw that the corners of her mouth curled up again, and her eyes seemed to be shining.

The flat road allows the carriage to speed up recklessly, and it doesn't take long before the carriage arrives at their destination—

Silicia.

The city wall is surrounded by a moat river, and the suspension bridge is built on the river channel. The city gate at noon is open, and people busy entering and leaving the city are everywhere.

The carriages of the Chamber of Commerce seemed to have a special passage, but were not blocked by the people at the city gate, and drove straight into the city. The bustling streets were full of the aroma of food, and now it happened to be the meal time for lunch.

The girl's stomach suddenly started to growl and licked her lips greedy. The girl looked at it and thought for a while, so she said to the businessman: "Let's get off the car here, my sister is hungry."

"Okay, have fun in Siliki. If you have any trouble, you can come to our Boyle Chamber of Commerce, beautiful lady." The merchant replied with a happy smile.

"Then... I want to ask, where is the city lord's mansion?"

"Do you ask the Lord's Mansion or the service hall?" The merchant pointed to the north: "The latter has a huge tree in the yard, and the former is a manor. You keep walking there and you will know it when you see it."

"Thank you." The girl smiled sweetly, and said to the woman opposite: "Teacher Lydia, we are going to get off the bus."

"So quickly..." the woman muttered dissatisfiedly. As she waved her hand, the things that had just been placed on her knee disappeared, leaving only a book that was stuck under her armpit. "Then go quickly, don't waste time."

The girl took the girl out of the car first. When she was about to get off, she heard the homeless man behind her suddenly speak, her voice was low and feminine:

"Miss, I'll advise you one thing."

"Hmm?" The girl turned around and looked at him in confusion, but saw an icicle in her hand, which she took out from.

"Don't make a conclusion about a stranger just because of someone else's words, and learn more about it yourself."

She frowned, and before she could reply, the man had already gotten out of the car door on the other side and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Freak." She muttered softly, then went to see the girl beside her, "What do you want to eat? But you can't eat too much, I'll go and eat with him later..."

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For Cyril, this day is not much different from other days. The people under his command are so outstanding that he feels that as a lord, he is really too fucking.

He yawned and listened to the meeting between Atsk, Gene and the merchants of the Boyle Chamber of Commerce, which mainly focused on the deployment of new carriages, the inflow of outsiders and the use of new roads. He didn't need a word to interject throughout the whole process.

The results were gratifying. The new carriage built by Cyrill casually mentioned has been recognized by many other chambers of commerce, and even merchants from Mandelkesburg wanted to order such long-carriage carriages. The inflow of outsiders has also increased. Baron Gene has also specially recruited some people to register houses and populations to facilitate the statistics of Cyliki personnel.

After seeing off the merchants, Cyril stretched and was about to go to Caroline for lunch when the door of the conference room was pushed open. The guards came in and said, "Lord, someone is looking for you."

"Look for me?" Cyril was stunned for a moment.

"It claims to be from Solconan."

"Solkonan?" Atsk and Gene's eyes were on Cyril at the same time. Cyril pondered for a moment and waved his hand to signal the guards to retreat.

"It seems that we are busy again." Cyril sighed, "I don't know who Solconan sent to supervise us."

Then again, they had to go back to the previous Mufeng Festival - their swaying actions at Mufeng Festival made Duke O'Connor notice them, so they wrote a letter to Solconan and asked Solconan to send people to deal with the "disruptive people" of Siliki.

The Boyle Chamber of Commerce has recently received news that the so-called "Siliki Special Supervision Envoy" is about to arrive, and Cyril and others have already made preparations for this.

Mainly in terms of urban construction, we must be prosperous. We are definitely not the way a group of rich nouveau riche will look like, giving the first impression of the supervision and make the best. No matter how poor Duke Ren O'Connor described them, he would definitely give them points in his heart when he saw such an excellent development of a small border town.

The second is how to express the potential troubles of Northern Palania in a tactful way - as for this, it depends on Mrs. Peg and the barbarian Beowulf to testify.

Of course, the more important point is who the supervisory envoys sent were. Logically speaking, the candidates in the kingdom responsible for this aspect all had certain strength, but occasionally there were some pure civil officials. I don’t know if the kingdom would send all the supervisory envoys who could fight to the north and transfer a civil official to check the accounts in the current turmoil in the north.

Although Cyril has now broken through to the profession level, he is not so afraid of the Cangyi Mage Group, and he can solve it by himself alone.

Of course, one thing to worry about is whether the other party is pro-Southern or pro-Princess Sect. Everyone knows that Solconan is Cyril Adrien, and the youngest Earl of Ciliki is the Princess.

If he was sent to him to wear small shoes with his pro-South Korea, even if there was an external crisis to alleviate it, trouble would be inevitable.

"Prepare to welcome guests." He said in a deep voice, then quickly walked into the empty room next door, thought for a while, and picked out the dress Miss Mia had bought him.

This was his most promising dress to welcome the guests. The other party was the supervisor of Solconan, who was most likely a nobleman, and he could not leave behind in terms of etiquette.

The person who entered the cloakroom was still a dressed lord, but when he came out, he turned into a beautiful young man in graceful clothes. His tight clothes outlined his figure, straight and slender, and with his handsome face, no girl wanted to put on his shoulders and dance with him.

"Okay, please come in." He returned to the conference room, greeted the guards, and then stood at the door to prepare to greet him.

Not long after, he heard footsteps sounding from the stairs. Cyril had a relaxed smile on his face, while Baron Atsk and Baron Gene behind him were cautious as if the footsteps were not visitors, but where did the beast come from.

But as he listened, Cyril suddenly felt something was wrong.

The sound of footsteps was not as he imagined. First of all, there were two different footsteps besides the guards. Secondly, the footsteps were too light and I really couldn't hear the pace that a warrior with enough strength should have-

Could it be that Solconan really sent someone to check the accounts for me!

He was whispering in his heart, and the guards had arrived at the door and bowed to him, "Lord, the distinguished guest has been brought here."

"Okay." Cyril took a step forward and was about to meet him, but the footsteps suddenly became faster, and then a soft and warm body had already pounced on his arms-

His body suddenly stiffened, and he could feel the softness of his chest under the thin texture of the dress. What he could smell was a strange but familiar, faint fragrance in his nose, which was a smell he could smell often.

Cyril turned his head slightly and saw the familiar long brown hair.

Ah, it's her, it's her-

Mia Christian, I finally see you again.

"Mr. Wei, I finally arrived by your side."

The girl's voice in her ear was a little excited crying. Cyril's hands, which were stiff in the air, finally reacted at this moment. He gently hugged the girl's body, and his pointed ears turned slightly red under the girl's warm breath.

He pressed his cheek against hers and shook it back and forth, without going further, but just hugged her warmly.

The Baron Atsk and Baron Gene behind them were completely stunned. They looked at each other, but no one with a little brain would disturb the Lord at this time. They turned their eyes to the door, but saw a petite girl snatching the door and looking carefully inside. When they saw them, they immediately shrank their heads back.

The expressions of the two people became more and more strange, and they communicated with their eyes and mouth:

"How old is Lord Lord?"

"I remember it seems like... fifteen years old? almost sixteen?"

"Why are my daughters so old?"

Mia kept her eyes closed so as not to burst into tears of excitement. In the warm embrace of the boy, she finally suppressed the scorching desire - God knew how long the short staircase to the second floor was. She felt that every step before she was about to see Cyril, she would have to fall into the deep valley at any time.

But I finally saw it now, and finally saw it-

She opened her eyes and suddenly realized that there were outsiders watching - the two behind Cyril were obviously thinking about her relationship with Cyril, which made her blush and she quickly let go of her hands holding Cyril's neck.

Mia then realized that Cyril seemed to be taller. When she approached him, the air seemed to be much fresher, and she felt refreshed every time she took a breath.

Cyril also realized that there were two people behind him who were in trouble. He let go of Mia's hand, coughed twice, turned around and introduced to the two people behind him:

"This is Mia Christian, a very important partner of mine. She came from Solconan to help us."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all understand." Atsk and Baron Gene looked at each other, then nodded wildly, "I didn't expect that the Supervisor would be known to the Lord Lord."
Chapter completed!