At Jiao Lan's night banquet, Yang Zheng finally met a group of well-known figures in Jiao Lan City.

In fact, they are the real masters of Jiao Lan. The lord Yang Zheng is just an alien strong dragon, but this group of people are local snakes. Their ancestors have lived in Jiao Lan for dozens or hundreds of years and have long been deeply rooted here.

In addition to Jiaolan, there are such a group of local snakes in every area of ​​Weigulan land.

In name, Yang Zheng is the owner of this Vigolan, but he knows very well that if he does not use or destroy this group of people for him, he will be just a puppet with a good reputation in Vigolan.

He can't control Wigolan.

Yang Zheng talked and laughed at the banquet, and had a very "pleasant" conversation with every celebrity attending the meeting, at least on the surface.

His elegant conversation and elegant temperament are indeed an impeccable standard template for aristocratic.

At least in this regard, Jiao Lan's "landbusters" have to admire or be subtle jealousy.

They may be very rich and powerful in secret.

But no, they are of poor origin.

They will never be able to enjoy the education that the lowest nobles can enjoy.

Some things, such as temperament, cannot be bought by money.

Out of a natural and inexplicable pursuit of the nobles, these gangsters are always uncontrollable. They want to imitate the words and deeds of the nobles. They want to try not to make themselves look too "rustic", but they can't do anything and do things without "rustic".

Of course, Yang Zheng would not expose their ridiculous words and deeds and their poor self-esteem.

On the contrary, he was patient enough, and even saw their occasional actions of one or two qualified nobles (such as taking the right knife), he would still praise them without a trace. Oh my god, this definitely made these "landbusters" more excited and grateful than praising them for being rich.

"Lord, you are definitely from an ancient aristocratic family. I have never seen a young man with more grace than you." Jiao Lanhui exclaimed with a big belly with a big belly before, because Yang Zheng said, "Your bow tie is really good, I once saw Speaker Sean use this style too", which made this big belly feel that he is very proud. Invisibly, he thinks this young man is really good, definitely not the kind of rumored outside.

"Oh," Yang Zheng shook his glass, raised his glass slightly toward the big belly, took a sip of the wine in the glass, smiling but not answering.

At this time, someone patted his big belly on the shoulder and said, "Don't you know? Our Lord is the queen's cousin."

The man's voice was not loud, but it suddenly calmed down the audience.

This strange silence lasted only for a second and was broken by Yang Zheng first.

Afterwards, the atmosphere of the banquet became a bit strange.

Because Yang Zheng is the queen's "cousin", it is not too much publicized, and it even has a little secret.

Therefore, it is normal that Jiao Lan has never heard of this group of local snakes.

In their capacity, the true nobles were not willing to date them in person.

When the identity of the royal relative of Yang Zheng was exposed, it was ten thousand times more than the title of Earl of Nihua, the group of demon generals.

Yang Zheng discovered that the eyes of these local snakes had completely changed when they looked at him.

It was not just a deliberate compliment, but a real look of admiration. Even if this admiration cannot withstand the test of interests, at least, Yang Zheng's identity attracted enough attention from local tyrants.

After the banquet, Yang Zheng refused the beauty presented by the local snakes.

It’s not that he doesn’t need a woman’s body, but that he has something to do. Jiao Lan’s night is destined to be uneasy.

The next day, Yang Zheng, who had just sniffed for a while, soon appeared in the yard.

After meeting the jolanda tyrants again, he prepared to set off for the Decland Iron Mine.

The three major iron ore veins were the focus of Yang Zheng's inspection, so he had to go on a field inspection. There was another reason. The woman who was still in Vigolan gave him a headache. His plan did not mean to be a Hongmao, but Hongmao was indeed the best choice, so Yang Zheng deliberately avoided Hongmao who was in a bad mood, in order to give her some space to consider.

Moreover, Yang Zheng left without saying goodbye, and only when Hong Madam stayed in Vigolan would feel unrestrained, showing Yang Zheng's sincerity to let her leave.

This method of playing hard to get is sometimes most useful for women like Hong Niangzi who have a arrogant and bad personality.

The only thing I don’t feel very worried about is the monk with silver sticks.

Yang Zheng has not yet figured out the background of this guy, but one thing that made Yang Zheng very moved. The silver-staff monk is a very strong existence, while Russell is only one line weaker than the golden-staff monk. What is the concept of the golden-staff monk? It is the level of the great sorcerer and the sword saint. It was not unfair that Yang Zheng almost fell into Russell's hands. No wonder he tried his best to keep him.

No conspiracy is as reliable as strong strength.

So Yang Zheng wanted to take a gamble.

He was not as unaware of the hatred between the monk and the Black Mage Tower as he seemed to be.

In fact, he heard a lot from Rachel, and pretending that he didn't understand was just to reduce Russell's vigilance.

And Yang Zheng is now very doubtful whether his psychic skills have influenced Russell.

Perhaps only two people with different ulterior motives know the best in their hearts.

Watching Yang Zheng board the six-masted ship prepared for them by Jiao Lan Ironware and go along the river, watching them leave with their departure, the Jiao Lan Di-headed snakes fade away their cheerful disguise, and everyone's faces were filled with a gloomy and slightly worried look.

Even the white-headed man who killed without blinking his eyes lacked the coldness of his past.

The group quickly returned to the secret conference room of the blacksmith shop in Jiaolan City.

"Damn, what should I do?" Captain Irving cursed before he sat down, and waved his hand on the chair with one foot.

"The Queen's cousin, such an important information has been missed... I really can't figure out how such a person could come to our Wigolan."

Maxim was also a little surprised, but he was more restrained and said gloomy: "Captain Irving, sit down first."

"Are you still in jail now? Who knows what the superior means? If this guy dies here, we may be in big trouble." Captain Irving said impatiently.

"This is not that simple, you sit down first!" Maxim raised his tone and stared at him.

Captain Irving was shocked by the sound. Seeing that everyone around him looked at him silently, he wiped his nose, hummed a few times in dissatisfaction, and finally sat down.

Maxim took out the small bottle, put it on his nose and sucked it, slowing down: "The things we have done over the years are shameless. Since the new lord is so famous, we cannot offend it easily. Let's observe it for a while. If he is just a person sent by the top to make a transition and has no ambitions, we might as well bring him into the group. How to distribute the interests can be negotiated..."

"If he has a big appetite, he will swallow us." The sinister sound like a snake spitting a letter, you can tell that it was made by the white-headed man without looking at it.

The Baitou Weng's words immediately touched the bottom line of everyone present.

Everyone's breathing suddenly became heavy, and there was a strange cold situation in the room.

No one wants to be the first to break the worrying quiet. Finally, Maxim took out the small bottle and took a few sips before calming his breath. He said in a hoarse voice: "I hope he doesn't force us..."

The six-masted ship was passing through the flood and encountered a thief of about a hundred people on the way.

The three thieves of the water thief were hovering on the side of the six-masted ship, and Yang Zheng ordered the ten personal guards on the ship to be careful.

The water pirate stayed for a while, but did not launch an attack and went straight.

Yang Zheng didn't care too much, because it was on the way. After only two hours, the six-masted ship had stopped in a small village near the Decland Mine.

Declan originally belonged to Longqin County, but Longqin County has now been completely submerged at the bottom of the water.

A dam was built halfway up the mine, which was connected to a village outside with a floating bridge.

Yang Zheng is the boat that took off in this village.

The village is not large in size, but there are many people, mainly under the obsidian family in Longqin County. They run the ironware business. After the death of the former lord, this family has always helped manage the Declan mine. Although Declan has the richest amount of the three major mine veins, it is also the most severely affected by the flood, so the yield is the lowest and the environment is the worst.

The Obsidian family is a powerful family, and their ancestors were once the lords of Wigolan. However, in recent generations, their titles have long been deprived of, and they can only survive by relying on mining resources. Without Jiaolan's geographical advantages, they will not be able to grow and grow.

In this flood alone, four-fifths of the Obsidian family moved away from Longqin County.

The remaining one-fifth is in a small village.

What welcoming Yang Zheng was the leader of this generation of Obsidian family, Obsidian Hua.

Obsidian Hua is a tall middle-aged man with a square face in Chinese characters, a pair of bright eyes, resolute and steady, with wide shoulders, and two beards that make him look elegant.

Although the Obsidian family declined, the fine traditions of the ancient families did not disappear from him. Compared with the "landscape" of Jiao Lan, Obsidian Hua had an innate noble spirit. When he met Yang Zheng, his elegant etiquette and good conversation made Yang Zheng secretly praised him.

"Sir Lord, welcome to the Decland Mining Vein."

Obsidian Hua led Yang Zheng into the village.

There is no prosperity here, but the order and the rare and peaceful smiles on people's faces all surprised Yang Zheng.

As the leader, the Obsidian family did not receive special treatment. Yang Zheng saw that food, drink, clothing and use in the village were basically the same, even Obsidian. Hua was wearing the same marinade as other civilians. Yang Zheng noticed that there were thick cocoons on his palms at the edge of his palms. Although his nails looked particularly clear, some vague traces still revealed Obsidian. Hua should have been a person who worked for a long time.

All of this is contrary to Yang Zheng's perception.

When Yang Zheng arrived, he chatted with Hei Oshi Hua for a few words, and under his leadership, he prepared to have a meal at Hei Oshi Hua.

The houses of the Obsidian family are made of stones, and they are built together to form a fortress.

According to Obsidian Hua, this is to resist the invasion of water theft.

After walking for a while, Obsidian Hua led Yang Zheng into a slightly larger house.

Inside are some simple stone-hewn tables and stools. Except for some daily iron tools to visit the corner of the house, the whole house is empty.

There are also two men and women, seven and eight years old children snuggling in the arms of a young woman with a pretty appearance.

The young woman was sewing a rainproof leather in her hand. When she saw Yang Zheng and others coming in, she quickly put down the needle and thread in her hand and stood up. After hearing Obsidian Hua introduced Yang Zheng's identity, the young woman was slightly blessed and showed a gentle smile: "Hello, Lord Lord."

The young woman's good demeanor and gentle temperament made Yang Zheng very fond of her. He stepped forward and picked up the young woman's right hand, bent down slightly, and gently warmed her back: "Hello, Mrs. Obsidian."

Although Yang Zheng's actions were normal, they still made Obsidian Hua and the others a little flattered.

but.

When Yang Zheng saw the food on the table clearly, he was surprised.

It’s not how exquisite the food is, but... it’s too simple.

There were only three very ordinary dishes, two wild vegetables that didn't look very fresh, and one looked like a pot made of pheasant. The rest were bread with some butter on some staple foods. Because of Yang Zheng's identity, it was impossible for those guards to come in and eat with him, and only the blood wolf followed in.
To be continued...