Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

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At this time, the night was deep.

Filled with exhaustion and displeasure, Count Drout finally returned to his mansion from the Iron Radish Mine.

"Sir, you're back, it's so late, do you need me to let my subordinates order you to cook some meat and beast soup to drink?"

"Ah, your clothes are also dirty, take them off quickly, if this mud is dry and washed, the fibers that have fallen off this dress will be enough to weave into a sweater..." He

had just entered his house, and a beautiful woman who was not extravagantly dressed but still exuded nobility in plain clothes welcomed Count Drout in.

This is the wife of the Count of Drout.

In fact, once the Victorian nobles lost power, their wives always ran as fast as the wild Kuranta out of control, which shows that this woman is very loyal.

"No need, I'm full of anger today, and our pack beast actually vomited blood and fell to the ground and died halfway through, thinking we were attacked."

Count Drout hummed angrily and took off his coat, and said while handing it to his wife:

"As a result,

my entourage actually said that this beast of burden died of overwork!" What do you call it! I feed it the best forage every day and ride for no more than six hours. The

lady of the Count of Drout said with concern:

"Sir, a pack of burden is a small matter, if you are fine."

Count Drout shook the small rubble and mud on his clothes, and then said:

"I have heard a quarrel in the rooms of my sons from far away, and are they discussing how to divide my property?" My second son dared to directly take the sapphire set in the corner of my portrait, what a long skill.

His tone sounded annoyed, but her wife knew it better.

"Yes... Master. The

Count's wife of Droeter had a little sadness in her eyes, but she still told the truth.

"[Victoria foul language], Lao Tzu is not dead yet, these bird cubs who have not grown feathers want to rip off Lao Tzu's skin as a gorgeous coat... One by one, I really don't have patience.

Count Drout let out a heavy breath, but could not hear how angry he really was.

"Sir... Alas...... You doted on them too much before, and so do you now, but I can hear that you don't really resent them. Count

Drout sighed and replied

, "Who let these people be my own flesh and blood, to be honest, I am greedy for money, but after I die, I will not be a miser to take gold as a tombstone,

I am afraid that my grave will be dug up the next day."

"These things were theirs after I died, but they behave like this now... I really feel that our family will not be able to go back to the upper echelons of Victoria at all, and will rot and die in the mud of Rembito. The

Count's Lady of Drout replied:

"... Alas, but I can't really help you, I'm just an ordinary woman after all. "

Now that the survival of the Drout family is on you, I heard news from the daily Clarion on Victory's side saying... The Iron Duke spoke.

Count Drout asked in a somewhat sluggish tone:

"The Iron Guard of Wellington? Did the Iron Duke speak? The

Count's wife of the Count of Drout nodded and replied:

"Yes, he is recently shaping Victory's new order demeanor, uniting other nobles... And clean up some ... Some..."

Count Dlauter's lady actually chattered her teeth and continued:

"[Scum among the Victorian nobles]."

Count Dlauter's pupils shrank, and he said in a very fearful tone:

"This is trouble."

You know, even if the Iron Duke looks at the entire huge Victory, he can be said to be a figure at the top of the pyramid in terms of military strength and reputation.

When the Lion King was still alive, the Duke of Iron led enough seedlings to cultivate tower knights and steam warriors who accounted for fifty percent of Victoria Capital.

Even now, with Tracys leading the Sakatz to the Lentinium and Victory's throne hanging vacant for a long time, the Iron Duke's power is still as strong as ever.

Is Count Drover considered [scum among the Victoria nobility]?

That depends on how this scum is defined.

If squeezing his subordinates to earn blood money and ignoring the lives of commoners is even scum, then at least seventy percent of the nobles in the entire Victoria must wear this black hat.

His time is also getting tighter.

In Count Drout's thoughts

, but they can only change this plan now, because of the words of the Iron Duke, those nobles will definitely look for themselves like chicken blood,

and Rembito is still too close to Victory.

Therefore, Count Drout is now planning to kill chickens and get eggs, find a way to quickly squeeze the value of the steel radish mine, and run to Columby with a large amount of money.

In this country, the capital is extremely prosperous, as long as there is money, almost ninety percent of things can be easily leveled... The remaining ten percent may just not have enough money.

The Count of Drout thought that his wealth accumulation was not bad, and as long as he had start-up capital and a certain reserve of upper-level knowledge, the city of Columbi was full of opportunities.

As long as you have money and knowledge and culture, it doesn't matter what kind of Victorian, Yanguo, Sargon and Casimir you are, you can mix very well.

Even if you are a gangster who has just been killed in blood from Syracuri, as long as you have a little money, you can go there and open a car wash there.

"Damn, I hope Fick can give me a satisfactory answer tomorrow, otherwise I can only slaughter him, recycle my machines and workers, and then go through private channels to quickly sell the steel radish mine to the black market."

Count Drout said to himself indignantly.

"Sir, if we really can't hold on, let's run first, there is an old saying in Yanguo, so that the green mountain is left without worrying about firewood, and we have saved a lot of money now."

The Count's wife said softly.

"Tomorrow! Just tomorrow! See what Fick's little bunny says tomorrow! Anyway, now that our entire family knows his handle, he can't run! Count

Drout got a little irritated and touched his waist, but he touched it empty, and he looked down to see that the slot that originally contained a dark gold immortal bird was empty.

"[Victory foul language] ... It is estimated that it fell somewhere, and I have to go to the basement to get another box up.

Count Drout scolded and muttered to himself.

He is a big smoker, and he has to smoke at least seven or eight cigarettes a day for nobles such as the Dark Gold Immortal Bird, so he has a full ten boxes of these cigarettes in his basement.

During the emergency retreat from Victory, even some valuable gems, jewelry, and cultural relics were abandoned, and all the inventory of these dark gold immortal birds was replaced.

"Sir, don't smoke today, rest early, you still have to do things tomorrow."

The Count's wife said softly.

"I-

" Count Drout was about to say something, but suddenly he only felt a tingling sensation in his lungs, and then covered his chest with one hand and coughed loudly:

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Ahem!! Ahem!! Count

Dlauter's wife immediately took Count Dlauter's arm with concern and said,

"Sir... You're starting to cough too? "

In fact, before Count Dlauter, both Madame Drout and her sons, and many people in the mansion began to cough.

And now even Count Drout has begun.

"It wouldn't be some kind of contagion or something, would it? Ahem!!

Count Drout coughed a few more times, and said in a somewhat uneasy tone:

"What does the private doctor of our mansion say?"

The wife of the Count of Drout replied:

"The doctor said that it was only the most common flu, and the flu in this neighborhood has been prevalent recently, and before that, I and your son, some of the servants have already prescribed it."

Then she took out a package of packaged medicine from her pocket and asked:

"Sir, this is the anti-flu medicine I went to the doctor to get today, you take it first, and I will let the doctor dispense a pair of medicine later."

Count Drout waved his hand and replied:

"Forget it, it's not ore disease, my body can be very tough, even if you don't take medicine for ten days and a half a month, it will naturally be fine."

Seeing this, the wife of the Count of Drout did not force it and put away the medicine bag.

"Alas! Rest early, my love, and hopefully get out of this situation sooner. Count

Drout had no thoughts of intercourse tonight, but gently patted his wife on the shoulder.

Then Count Drout sent her back to her room, and after that Count Drout did nothing, he only felt some headaches, so he went straight back to his room.

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Although the Count of Drout has fallen in Victory, his bedroom in this mansion is still quite luxurious, with a strong Victorian court style.

Whether it's a three-color jadeite pendulum clock with hours, minutes and seconds, or a glazed ceiling lamp shining with a light silver glow... All reflect from the side that in any case, the Count of Drout is still a count.

At the very least, he is still on the establishment of Victory's title, and although his earldom has been divided among seven and seven, eight eight, he has not completely lost it.

Poof.

Count Drout lay on his back on the bed, and at this time he only felt that the bed under him had become like a dense bunker, and every tiny fold of the mattress squeezed his skin for a while.

It is worth mentioning that Count Drout did not cover the quilt, but slept with his clothes.

Don't look at him now, in his youth, he also joined the army of Victoria in the army.

In those days, Iberian naval guns sounded in the sky all night, and all the soldiers not only slept in clothes, but even had to hold their weapons, and even put their hands on the grip or trigger.

And now for Count Drout, this habit can not be completely changed.

At this time, Count Drout was tossing and turning on the bed, and his fat body was pressing against the bed, but he was too irritable to sleep peacefully anyway.

Whoops

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He touched his waist, originally thinking of a bedtime cigarette, but then suddenly remembered that the Dark Gold Immortal Bird no longer knew where to fall, and let out a snort.

"Forget it..." He

only needed a command to wake up the maid who was still sleeping in the middle of the night, and then immediately bring a box of cigarettes from the basement for himself.

But for some reason, after this action, Count Drout felt a deep exhaustion.

Awkward.

Not even willing to speak again, he rolled over, and his bloated body finally stopped moving, like a huge maggot lying on the bed.

And just above his nightstand, there is a book that his wife gave him but never read, a book from the Eastern novelist, Ryunosuke Fukagawa .

Its title: "The Legacy of the Victorian Nobles

" If he opened the book, on its title page there was the following sentence:

"The swollen soul will eventually drown in the abyss of arrogance"

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The night grew deeper, and the Drout family fell into a deep sleep.