I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

When Lawrence led the laborers and stewards to build roads and wharves to push forward the progress of the project, William was not idle.

After having a "friendly" exchange with the manor owners with the guards under his hands, after getting the agreed food and conveying the order of the lord "I want to work and not accept objections", he didn't even have time to catch his breath, so he hurriedly Then it was put into the prevention and elimination plan of Winter Warcraft.

The most important and dangerous place is the Moon Mountains. If the monsters there really form a beast tide and go down the mountain, it will be a big trouble. At this time, William is sincerely thankful that he has a good relationship with Yisi and the Hall tribe along the way. , so that he can use this relationship to talk about cooperation with the elders of the Hall tribe, and let everyone sit down and talk about setting up a patrol team or something-he knows that the Hall tribe itself is doing this, but it’s all on their own. The surrounding villages were guarded, and a coherent cordon was not formed.

If the various villages of the Hall tribe can be connected into a complete cordon to patrol day and night, and some monsters that have abnormal movements can be eliminated in advance by taking advantage of the Hall tribe's home field advantage, then the pressure of monsters forming a beast horde will be much less.

Of course, these are not unpaid labors, the lord still gave the budget, and William will be paid by the mercenary union. In addition, it should be more attractive to give the entire Hall family a certain degree of tax relief next year in the name of the lord. Those who can take advantage of the trend to draw the Hall clan and their lords closer...

When William was thinking about the terms of the negotiation, he had the cheek to stay in Lucien's room, taking up the precious afternoon rest time of the lord.

Anyway, the lord knows that I am useless.

Different from Lawrence's subtle mentality, William insisted on taking out preferential benefits from Lucien, such as "reduction of mercenary tax by up to [-]%" and "free education for children under six years old" as an attraction. The bait for the Hall clan to negotiate with him.

It's just a waste of the lord's rest time, so as not to be "I suddenly have an idea" by the lord.

"Since we have to clean up the monsters..."

After more than two months of tempering, when William heard the first half of the sentence that obviously had a follow-up, he no longer had any unnecessary emotional fluctuations. Instead, he felt a sense of relaxation of "it's finally here", and "I want to see if you're still here." Can there be any kind of distorted sense of anticipation.

Lucien: "Aren't there several monster forests on the road repaired by Lawrence, let's clean them up together, so that the road can be repaired directly."

How familiar, as if the forest was opened by my family, the tone of course.William bowed his head without changing his expression, "Okay, I'll go back and discuss the plan with Lawrence." In this way, Lawrence, who was not present, was dragged into the water together, and "That's it, that's it" Sanlian and "The children at home are actually sensible." I'm touched."

He is ready to organize a death squad to rush into the Moon Mountains. Compared with those small monsters in the forests, there are fewer and lower levels, that is, they are really worthless to adventurers who look down on them so that they can survive to this day. William only needs to bring a full set of The armed guards formed a good formation, and charged back and forth a few waves to wipe them out.

William began to think about how to arrange the personnel, how to allocate resources, and how to drag Lawrence to sink in the ocean of overtime. After turning around in his mind, he glanced at the "Hall" every time. The lord who put the accent on the words said again: "These matters need to be discussed with the Hall family. If you can hold a dinner party, condescend to invite the Hall family to show your importance..."

He helped the lord figure out the invitation list, and Issy Holroyer had to be listed first.

Alas, he is such a sensible and considerate subordinate.

"Okay, okay." Lucien was also very satisfied with his subordinate's understanding, and he was not stingy at all in expressing the happiness of being satisfied—this obviously also encouraged the subordinate's little vanity, and he voluntarily agreed. I took the job of delivering invitations for him.

beautiful doll~

His beautiful doll~

I'll be back soon~

Following the cheerful melody of the bear in his head, he hummed a ditty he made up, and the young man held his cheeks and swayed his calves happily. Mr. Dalton East, who walked in the door, froze and broke out in a cold sweat.

hiss--

He's already starting to have a stomach ache and want to vomit.

Especially when Lucien's eyes shifted to him, when he greeted him, he was lively and happy like a little bird guarding the winter food...

God of light, what did he do wrong, why should he see this.

"Because..." Hearing that Lucien actually answered his question after protracting the end, Dalton realized that he actually asked in a daze.

And the devil was still smiling and said to him, "Because your expression is like a dog's hook, it's super funny."

"Let's say..." The young man pinched his chin with cold fingers, and he didn't know when he sat down on the ground in embarrassment.

Lucien asked him, "Do you want to work for me?"

——This is the third time Dalton has heard Lucien say this to him.

Maybe it’s because Lucien is the only one who can say that to him—yes, it’s just so sad, no matter how hard he tries and how good he is in other areas, he’s just someone in the East family that no one will look at Trash - so he unexpectedly has a deep memory every time.

I also remember deeply the courage and good luck of not being retaliated twice for making jokes and rejecting myself twice.

The first time was when he was a child, he had just been sent to Lucien, and he respectfully exhausted all his energy to play checkers with the little highness all afternoon, and when his calculations made his head a little dazed, he heard the little highness ask He: "Do you want to follow me?"

He knew the meaning of that sentence, but at that time, a little prince who was lingering on the sick bed and seemed to be unable to live for a few days could only be regarded as a stepping stone in his eyes, so he replied stupidly: "I was originally you playmate."

Well... Dorton had to say, he was actually revenged for this.

Although it is true that because of Lucien, he was able to show his talents and escaped the fate of dying in a small manor, His Royal Highness Luthers's impression of him so far is that he is "deeply scheming and stepping on the high and flattering the low", so When he entered the palace for the second time and was bound to Lucien again, he was beaten by a special letter from His Royal Highness Luses.

You may not understand what he said...Let’s put it this way, His Royal Highness Lusos’ will to some extent determines the internal wind direction of the East Clan, so when he was marked as "available" in the eyes of His Royal Highness Luses But not reusable", his already difficult promotion channel in the family can be said to be directly declared to the end.

The East family has a big business, and there is no shortage of him as a waste of labor to do odd jobs and run errands.

Dalton didn't know if Lucien deliberately arranged this trick to wait for him. He personally preferred not to demonize Lucien for his own mental health, but when they met again many years later, Lucien definitely saw his weakness. Situation, so when he arrived at Velvet and was about to disembark, Lucien extended an olive branch to him again.

"Want to come to my side?" the boy asked him kindly, with the same sincerity and sincerity as when he was a child.

Let him think about how he answered...

That's right, he hesitated, he knew that if he wanted more, hugging Lucien's thigh was the best choice, but at the same time he was afraid of the twisted side of this person who was hiding - as if once he lost his value , will be mercilessly discarded.

Yes, so he replied: "Please allow me to think about it." The ambiguous answer seemed to be a tactful refusal, and it seemed that he was really shaken.

It can be said to be very businessman's words.

And now, the olive branch was handed to Dalton East for the third time.

He just came to see him face to face when he was escorting the vegetables, although he had a little premonition in his heart that he might be poached, but more of it was "No, no, he won't be in such a hurry", such and such self-deception .

"I……"

This time, Dalton licked his lips, knowing that he only had the choice of "yes" or "no".

The first time was rejection, and the second time was "Let me think about it". Another thing he knew very well was that this was the last time Lucien would take the initiative to ask him.

If he missed this opportunity, then if he regretted it later, he would have to humbly beg the lord to accept his share.Correspondingly, at that time, his value in the eyes of the lord will also plummet, after all, free is not always a very good thing.

Before him is a gamble.

Dalton struggled to find out where his lungs were, and he found himself holding his breath for so long that his chest ached.

"You're really going to give me a problem." Dauton smiled wryly, and simply relaxed his strength and sat on the ground. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time, and instead had the illusion of being relieved.

"Because you're a greedy dog." The lord grandly described him as a dog, stroking his hair as if he had already put on a collar with Lucien's belongings on it.

Dalton didn't refute. He knew it was useless to refute, but asked: "Then can I know why it's me? Don't say that we have no talent and feel sorry for each other and that I shouldn't be limited by magic talent. , although I do feel quite happy to say that, but you know that's not the case."

He obediently raised his chin like a puppy hook to be rubbed and scratched by his master, but whimpered in his mouth pretending to be a lonely milk wolf, "I want to listen to the truth."

"Ok."

Troubled by his waywardness, the lord sighed helplessly, pinching Dalton's cheeks and pulling them to both sides, as if retaliating on the other party for making him unable to easily get away with it.

"Obviously, everyone will be happy if you listen to something nice." Lucien grumbled and complained, "And I really think you are very capable and interesting, staying at East's house is super-wasteful, this is my sincerity talk."

Dalton would definitely not know that during the boring recuperation days when Lucien was about to lie flat and wait for death, watching the dying struggle of that young man who had clearly shown no future could be said to be his only joy of existence.

"Of course," Dalton saw the young man raise a malicious smile at him, "I want to see you struggling like a dead fish in order to get ahead, and finally your dreams are shattered and miserable like a rag doll, and you are reduced to no one. In a tragedy that everyone recognizes that no one recognizes, you can only wag your tail at me to survive."

Dalton East longs to be recognized, he longs to gain more power and status, he longs to step on the heads of those who scorn and insult him as a waste, all his struggles and pains come from the fact that he wants Too much too much.

There are so many rules of the game in this world that it cannot be tolerated.

But ah, the first time you play checkers, you can quickly master the gameplay and the second game can give you the ability to understand and calculate chess. Lucien really wants to put it on his own chessboard to see what waves he can make. , will definitely bring more fun than just shooting water splashes in the mud pool.

Oh, Lucien has to clarify here, he didn't mean to slander the East family or the palace as a quagmire.

Dalton laughed, and he looked into the eyes of the lord. The smile on the young man's face was only distorted and malicious, and there was no warmth at all. Looking at him was like looking at a dog.

Strangely enough, he wasn't afraid at all now.

He lowered his head and kissed the boy's knuckles which were as cold as a corpse.

"Wang."