brother wolf

There is a letter on the large table, sealed with a lifelike wolf-shaped seal, this is a letter sent by the boss from Kokolia to inform him of the recent situation.

The golden retriever was sleeping on the side couch. Although after becoming a human, he no longer spent most of his day dozing and sleeping like before, but as long as possible, he always seized all available Time to sleep, it's probably one of those lion habits he'll never get rid of.

I lay on the side, a little anxious to know the news of the boss.

The news from the Cocolia province is not very good. The half of the legion brought by the boss is not taken seriously. In a large group battle, it is inevitable that they will involuntarily perform some difficult tasks.

The province of Kokolia was originally a troubled place. It was the last territory conquered by the Ross Empire. It was a long and long distance from the center of the empire. They had their own language, characters, customs and traditions, and their degree of assimilation was very low. , as long as possible, there will want to be self-governing from the Rus Empire.

But now, many Kokorians think that the opportunity has come. The empire has frequent internal strife, constant foreign aggression, and is overwhelmed. Even the invincible army that has been invincible for hundreds of years has been defeated by the impact of the Galts. It is time for those proud Time to drive out the greedy, corrupt, surly Russ.

The seemingly eternal power and glory of the Rus Empire will eventually decline, and the Kokorians will do everything in their power to make this a reality as soon as possible.

The boss vaguely mentioned this in his last letter. He saw their long-standing dissatisfaction from the Kokoria people and the army he came into contact with. , It seems that some conspiracy is brewing.

I hope he doesn't come across as a prophecy.

I stood up and jumped into the large armchair, which was engraved with reliefs of Prussia and the nymphs drinking and having fun in the forest. His long golden eyelashes quietly cast a shadow on his face, sleeping soundly.

I clawed the letter across the table.

I looked at the howling wolf head, and remembered that the boss and the golden retriever called the half of the legion they commanded respectively the wolf pack and the lion heart.

Wolves represent a style of treachery and change, unity and swiftness.

And the lion heart, reminds me of the lions on the grassland, brave and determined, extremely proud but not afraid, of course, occasionally this kind of bravery will make them suffer enough, they will attack large animals, just to be offended for their dignity , which makes them often injured.This group of reckless and admirable kings of the grassland.

I took the letter paper out of the envelope with my paws, even after a long time, my keen sense of smell still allowed me to smell the boss's unique breath on this thin paper.

The writing is just like a person, and the boss’s characters are as correct and rigorous as printed characters, and the strokes at the end of the words are more rounded. I seem to see the boss scribbling on the papyrus with an ivory pen or a metal pen under the butter lamp. .

In St. Roch, they usually used a reusable writing board. The writer could use the sharp end of the pen to carve the letter of Ross on the waxed surface, and use the flat end to smear. The pen mistakenly used the penguin to erase a new plane.

Papyrus is not often used because it is expensive, perishable, and difficult to preserve. Usually, important things are still transcribed with a wax writing board.

The ink used by the Rus is usually a solution containing octopus ink. No matter what kind of writing is used, it is always very difficult to decipher these handwritings. I can almost imagine the frowning faces of later historians.

The boss carefully considered the words and tried to leave space between the letters, while the golden retriever thought that the main meaning was enough, and he did not consider whether the reader could recognize the content when writing.

I read the content of the letter, and the situation is not bad. The slave riots have been controlled within a certain range and resisted stubbornly, and those Kokorians also stayed in their homes peacefully and did not act rashly.

The letter from the boss was very short. After explaining the situation in a few lines, he filled in a few words below in a smaller font, asking the golden retriever about my current situation and telling the golden retriever to take good care of me.

I almost fell off my chair when I saw that last sentence, what does it mean, what does it mean "don't let any she-wolf, bitch, or any female near it."

The sound I made woke up the golden retriever, and I hurriedly stuffed the slightly opened papyrus into the envelope.

I don't want the golden retriever to find a wolf reading the letter.

Although he changed from a beast to a human, he may have a higher acceptance of this matter, but I think that I, who have never undergone any transformation, can actually have a human mind. This is very weird, not good explain.

Jin Mao picked up the letter and read it in a hurry. He laughed gloatingly, "Poor gray wolf, he's probably tormented by those thoughts to the point where he's going to lose all his hair now!"

After defeating the Galts that night, only about one-third of their troops escaped. They returned to the fortress on the border to guard against death, and they were determined not to come out to fight no matter what method they used.

The architectural skill of the Rus Empire had made these strongholds a fortress that was easily defended and impregnable, and now they had to find a way to defeat themselves in order to drive out the Galts.

This is a real problem.

Taking advantage of the gap between the battles, Golden Retriever followed General Art back to Morse City to meet an important mysterious figure.

After the Golden Retriever returned to Morse City, the first thing he didn't go back to was the villa, nor did he go to see Governor Lance, but turned to a remote alley for a drink.

I followed behind him, watching him flirting with the proprietress of this tavern with black lines all over my head.

No wonder you want to come here, this proprietress is very beautiful, tall and plump, with gorgeous facial features, and most importantly, she has a generous and unrestrained attitude, which may appear frivolous in the eyes of moralists, but it does not give people the feeling of lewdness. feel.

She definitely fits the Golden Retriever's taste for women.

Obviously, the bees, waves and butterflies attracted by the proprietress are not limited to golden hairs. This tavern is full of seats. Men, old and young, gather here, talking and laughing loudly. in.

When the proprietress saw the golden retriever, her eyes lit up, and she immediately greeted him. This enthusiastic attitude immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the people around.

For the golden retriever, all this is a matter of course.

He drank the self-brewed corn wine brought by the proprietress, and passed a glass to my mouth. The warm wine rushed down my throat, and I felt like it was on fire.

This wine is delicious!I applaud.

The "dog" who can drink caused a burst of amazement from the people around him.

I'm almost used to being surrounded by people around me from time to time.

The proprietress was very busy, so she could only come over to talk to the golden retriever during the busy break, and then was shouted by the people around her.

What they talked about was nothing more than normal topics such as why I didn't come here recently and what I wanted to drink.

The Golden Retriever looks like he's just going to get drunk, pouring high-purity wine into his mouth like he doesn't want money. Now I suspect that he was attracted by the fine wine in this tavern, rather than the charming proprietress.

Otherwise, why would his eyes be fixed on the wine on the table, and only when the wine was gone, would he knock on the table to ask for it to be brought again.

Just when he was about to get drunk but not yet, the person Lance sent to look for him came.

Those people looked at the golden retriever clinging to the wine bottle with embarrassment, and finally they were forced by the order, so they could only help the golden retriever to leave the tavern while begging. In this way, the golden retriever did not forget to put the Bottle of wine in hand.

Not far from the tavern, Jin Mao shook off the attendants, his short blond hair stood up like a burning flame, he drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp, threw the bottle on the ground, and said loudly , "Let's go."

Then he took the lead and walked ahead, completely unable to see how drunk he was just now.

Those attendants were confused by his transformation. Only I knew that Golden Retriever didn't want others to find out his identity, so he obediently followed them out.

They followed Jin Mao to the governor's mansion.

When they stepped up the steps of the Governor's Mansion, they heard a loud noise from a crazy horse dragging the carriage across the road from not far away.

Who rides the horses in Morse City?

We stopped to pay attention to this unexpected guest. If we guessed correctly, this voice should be related to that mysterious guest.

The front and rear of the carriage were surrounded by more than [-] heavily armored soldiers. Their breastplates were not the dull color of bronze or iron, but bright golden yellow.

The carriage was pulled by eight pure white horses. The white body was inlaid with gemstones of various colors. It was luxurious and elegant, and the lamps made of gold were polished to shine.

The whole team is unimaginably extravagant.

This is really the best robbery object.

The golden retriever whistled.

The carriage stopped, and the soldiers jumped off their horses in unison. They took rolls of white lily-patterned carpets from the low-key carriage behind them, and spread them from under the eight carriages to the steps. extended to the Governor's Palace.

This appearance ceremony is really shocking, and it is very good at putting on a show, I commented in my heart.

Lance has walked quickly behind us and whispered, "It's Princess Lodia's car."

A maid poked her head out of the carriage and smiled sweetly. She got off the carriage and stood beside her, opened the door, and raised her hand.

A beautiful, slender hand like a lily gently rested on the maid's arm.

Coming out of the carriage was a woman wearing a gorgeous dress similar to the European medieval court dress. Her hair seemed to be casual but carefully groomed to hang on her shoulders, and she wore a golden lily crown.

She is very beautiful, and she is still a young girl, looking curiously at everything in front of her with calm light brown eyes.

This is the successor of the legendary imperial emperor. The imperial emperor has no sons, only three daughters. She is the eldest daughter of the imperial emperor. If there is no accident, she will marry a man, and the two will rule the country together.

This was the emperor's plan. He doted on the eldest daughter very much. There was no such precedent in the history of the Ross Empire.

I saw a familiar figure in this group of soldiers who followed, especially when he looked at Lance with his fiery eyes that almost burst into sparks, it was Liddell Seintsbury, the chief of the City Guard of St. Roch City.

This impressive character, even wearing the shining gold armor, did not forget to hang some bright gems on it, and the whole person is like a gorgeous peacock, beautifully dressed.

Lance bowed his head and greeted Princess Lodia with standard aristocratic etiquette.

Hiding in the crowd, I heard Liddell whispering, "Finally I see you again, dear Lance."

Lance turned his face away, pretending that he didn't hear, and followed behind Princess Lodia.