I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

The "smooth" communication with the manor owners boosted Lucien's confidence, and he and the manor owners praised each other when they came and went.

Then, he went to ask Priest Eleanor: "I heard that there are still many poor people who are homeless. I don't know if the Temple of Light is willing to give them a place to stay. Ah, of course I will pay for food and so on, no It will add too much burden to the church, I only hope that you can allow them to bathe in the grace of light and get some salvation comfort."

The Church of Light has houses and land, and it is private property that even Lucien's cheap father can't control. The priests have always claimed that this property belongs to the God of Light, and they don't even pay taxes.

Lucien looked at Priest Elaine and held his hand full of expectation, but Priest Elaine only felt the chill spread from Lucien's cold palm to his whole body. It was clear that the way Lucien looked at him was from not long ago. Pure and innocent like a lost lamb.

"The Illuminati sees every believer with good intentions and shines on everyone, doesn't it?" Lucien asked him, asking him back with what Priest Elaine had said not long ago.

Charity is indeed something that the Church of the Light often does. After all, most commoners are ignorant, and it is difficult to gain faith just by talking about it without any practical benefits. land, staining the sanctified grounds of the temple with the smell of filth and poverty.

Elaine opened her mouth, inexplicably having the illusion that if she said "no", Lucien would immediately turn his back on him and give him a knife.

He nodded stiffly, "Of course, the Illuminati will guide you the way forward." He held Lucien's hand back with a face full of relief, mobilizing his most pious appearance ever, "Look, you have found If you have lost your way, the Illuminati will protect you as you move forward."

Lucien laughed happily, "You are really kind, and the light will protect you."

After talking about these things that caused others to bleed, he looked at the union leaders next to him—they were speechless by the strange progress of the plot, and most of them were not of noble origin, sitting in the round table designed by Lucien Feeling uncomfortable at the conference table.

In any meeting like this, except for Archmage Andasi and the President of the Warriors' Union who can sit at the top, they are always at the bottom, where the nobles may not even be able to hear their words.

Even more often, they were directly kicked out of the invitation list, and they had no right to speak before Archmage Andasi took office.

After all, neither artisans nor merchants could exist without the land, and they themselves might be free citizens under a certain manor owner, so how could they have the confidence to speak.

"I want to place some orders." Lucien said to the guild leaders, "artisans will be needed to work, and merchants will be required to go out in the severe cold."

When facing these guild leaders who were born as civilians, he was not as cautious as he was when facing the manor owners, "My attendants will contact you after specific needs, because the workload is relatively heavy and I am in a hurry. priority arrangements for entrustment."

He said that he wanted to jump the queue with confidence, and as a lord, he could indeed ask for such a thing, and speaking out with confidence would give people a frank and frank favorability bonus.

Well, this is also related to the fact that the craftsmen have no work entrustment in the winter, and the merchants are too busy at home to scratch their feet. Lucien gives them business but they have to thank God to hug Lucien's thigh.

The presidents of the artisan trade unions are rough people who are immersed in their work, and they can't learn the tricks of the nobles and gentlemen. After the dull response, the presidents of several merchant unions dragged the Archmage Andasi to support him. A few words, it didn't seem that they were boring and rude.

At the end of the meeting, Lucien emphatically thanked Archmage Andasi for accepting his commission and doing a very good job, allowing him, a useless piece of talent, to successfully complete the agreement to disembowel Mr. Levin Furner.

Since the guild leaders are so good, then the Adventurer's Union and the Mercenary Union must also be powerful and capable unions.

Typical of Lucien's logic, he himself thought there was no flaw, so he excitedly issued the lord immunity letter to Archmage Andasi on the spot, and hoped that Archmage Andasi would continue to work hard and not disappoint his expectations.

The Archmage Andasi held the lord's exemption letter, and endured the urge to swear to the point of exhaustion.

If Lucien hadn't been withholding this exemption letter and refusing to give it to him, he wouldn't have seen Lucien fail to release the spell today, and he would have become Lucien's accomplice to murder in vain.

It should be said that if Lucien did something, he would not be able to release the confinement spell. After coaxing Lucien, he could get the exemption letter, and in the name of the task, he would be exempted from the crime of helping Lucien kill someone.

Lucien has His Majesty's promise to protect him, but he doesn't. He needs the protection of the letter of immunity. Otherwise, when the group of Viscount Norbert come to think about it and put this charge on him, he will have to be the president if he doesn't die. was ripped off.

All right, Archmage Andersi admitted, he was overly confident, he took the treacherous and cold-blooded little lunatic as an innocent and pure lamb, and was flattered to be complacent.

How, how stupid!

Archmage Andasi was tired and gritted his teeth full of unwillingness.

"I still need your help with a lot of things." The damned little lunatic looked at him eagerly, his voice was sweet and soft, and his whole figure was like a small cake just baked. "Do you have the qualifications to host the ceremony of the magic contract?"

He looked at him, damn it, so good and so innocent, looking at him with longing.

Fuck that's a lunatic who just killed someone.

Look at the blood on his face!

"That...can you preside over the magic contract ceremony for us?"

I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! ! ! ! !

Archmage Andasi felt himself nod reluctantly, and nodded again.

"That's really great." He heard the young man's brisk voice, and the curved eyebrows couldn't be more lovable.

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As the night darkened, all the guests who had survived the long banquet left.The carriage was lit with faint flames, and drove along the road to a dark distance.

Looking out from the second floor, the forest and hills outside the window form a majestic and undulating landscape, and the sky is full of stars, quietly watching everything that happened under the night.

The world was quiet and peaceful, and the windows were covered with a layer of wet white mist. This was a scene that Lucien would never see in the city where Lucien lived in his previous life.That huge city with a population of tens of millions is endless day and night, no matter how deep the night looks, it is always brightly lit in the dark night, and the hum of urban machinery resounds in the air.

He remembered... During festivals, there would be a light show by the riverside. At that time, 60 million people could pour into the riverside in just over an hour in the evening.

In this regard, Lucien still prefers the present world. After all, when there are too many people, children are prone to stress reactions. Whether it is crazy people wanting to mess around or timidly looking for a place to hide, it is easy for him to appear in the eyes of the world. Ri acted like a madman.

Watching the last carriage disappear into the night, Lucien and the brat exhaled lightly together.His spirit has been tense for too long, exhaustion surged up and eroded his head, and he just took a hot bath and was wrapped in soft pajamas, causing the child to take over his body without paying attention, first relaxing to the big The bed fell, and then rolled from side to side with the pillow in his arms, and tried to use the mattress as a trampoline to bounce around.

It's the most childish thing a kid can do in bed that you can think of.

There were no maids in the left and right rooms watching, so Lucien just let the children have fun. Today's matter would not have progressed so smoothly without the other party's passionate performance. After all, no matter how much he holds a knife, he can't show it The kind of joyful madness from the heart.

The contrast between his own front and back, the bloody impact of death, and the unfolding of the plot without giving people any room to breathe, these three are indispensable to get the Happy Ending that perfectly fits the script today.

He doesn't need to recover the money swallowed by Levin Furner, the manor owners will spit out the corresponding food to him.With food as the initial capital, artisans and farmers will be willing to work for him, even if the wages he gives can only meet basic food and clothing.

The core of the script is to unfold quickly, and try to grab the most benefits before everyone wakes up from the shock of the contrast in "Lucien".

As for the skin of the princess on the Tower of Innocence and Innocents, it doesn't matter if she can't wear it anymore. The settings of different positions will naturally change accordingly. Only the idiots among the idiots will use one skin to death.

With his fangs bared, Lucien signed the magic contract under the witness of Archmage Andasi, an extremely hasty contract drafted and signed in a meeting.

The other side of the contract is the union representatives launched by Viscount Norbert and the union leaders.Most of the guild leaders who come from civilian backgrounds are not Lucien's primary target. He only pulls people into the chariot for the sake of leveling the water. His real target is the Viscount Norbert, or the [Noble Velveer represented by the Viscount Norbert] Federation].

There is no concept of "individual" in this world.

Peasants belong to the peasant association in the village, craftsmen have their own artisan union, nobles have their federation of nobles, and even emperors/kings/princes who rule various countries have their own councils of kings.

The personal role played by each person is attached to the collective, the direction of the individual will is determined by the will of the group, and the interests of the collective are then benefited by the individual.

And Lucien is not in any collection now.

He can't be counted in the royal family, he doesn't have a family and doesn't engage in any profession that needs to join the trade union, but at the same time, as a nobleman, he has not been accepted by any noble union-the royal family is in a very delicate position among the nobles. After all, the noble union is To fight for the interests of the aristocratic class, while the royal family is committed to holding more interests in the hands of themselves and the country, which essentially has conflicts of interest that are difficult to reconcile.

Lucien was not at all surprised by his position of being vaguely rejected.Besides, rather than joining them, it is rare for him to agree with the bear kid on this point: it is more interesting to destroy them.

The bonds connected by interests and classes are like building blocks with an unstable center of gravity. Children will never be able to resist the temptation to pile up blocks.

Lucien sat up with the messy hair on his head, and pressed down on the brat who hadn't played enough. The noise in his head would inevitably make his nerves twitch and ache, and at the same time, it gave him a wonderful feeling that he was not himself. The trance illusion of loneliness.

However, according to Freud's theory of "id, ego, and superego", everyone is three of them to play with themselves, and they are never alone.