Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 348 Xiweiya's Arrival
"You mean, Your Majesty, you might start a war over this?" Mandela put down his teacup and thought, "But war doesn't seem to do us any good."

"I really doubt that your brain has grown on your muscles, Old Man." The Lord said angrily, "No matter whether they can fight or not, we can use the matter of starting a war to let the cabinet ministers argue with the other side. As long as they can get something out of it, at least I, the victim, can get some benefits."

"This has nothing to do with me." Mandela rolled his eyes.

At the same time, he was also amazed at how shameless Levi was. He could actually describe himself as a victim so openly. If Kmish, who was hanging on the pillar outside, heard this, he would probably faint from anger.

"And I think there is a high probability that a war will not break out. Although the Persian Gulf Empire is militarily weaker than Derby, it is separated from us by a sea. The cost of going to war is too high. Although Your Majesty has always done some incomprehensible things in recent years, he is still a wise king after all." Mandela shook his head.

In fact, to be honest, if a war really breaks out, it may not be a bad thing. The civilians of the Persian Gulf Empire have suffered from the cruel regime in their own country for a long time. If these civilians and slaves can be rescued from their suffering, it can be considered a good deed.

"Just wait and see. This matter won't be that simple." The Lord of High Cliff Castle shook his head. His voice was very ethereal, with a bit of the temperament of a cultist preaching: "I have a hunch that now Debe and even the whole world seem to be peaceful and stable on the surface, but in fact, there is a potential crisis approaching, and there are murderous intentions everywhere in the dark..."

"Come on, before you say that, you should take the candle away from you first, so that it will be more credible." Mandela held his forehead helplessly and looked at Levi, whose face was reflected strangely by the blue candlelight: "Sometimes I feel that you don't look like the Duke of Highcliff Castle at all, but have another identity..."

The Lord was startled. Could it be that his identity as a time traveler was exposed? Could this bald man with thick eyebrows and big eyes be smarter than Zhuge Liang? He put down the candle and asked carefully, "Then what do you think I am?"

"I feel like you're just like a gangster leader, but you possess power that's beyond the reach of the common people, and you don't have any aristocratic demeanor at all." Mandela took a sip of tea and glanced at Levi.

"Who says that being a lord requires aristocratic demeanor? If you have to restrain your nature because of your status, wouldn't it be tiring?" Levi sneered, "People desperately want to climb up the ladder, isn't it just to let go of their inner nature without any scruples one day?"

If he were a commoner and dared to marry two wives, he would be guilty, but if he were a noble, the world would only applaud.

And which man can refuse to have three wives and four concubines?
"You're right." Mandela looked out the window. The lead-gray clouds kept dropping white snow, turning the endless wilderness into a white world. "It's just that you give me a really different feeling."

"Wozhi, you are not interested in me, are you?" The lord said in a panic, "My lord, I don't have any special fetishes. I personally think you can go and try our prince. This boy has delicate skin and tender flesh, maybe he will like you."

"Fuck you!" Mandela cursed with a smile.

……

The next day, Mandela said goodbye to Levi, who was busy with construction at the construction site, and rode back to Gunda alone on a griffin, saying that he would report everything that Kemish had done to King Harland.

He originally wanted to take Kemish away, but was sternly rejected by the lord.

Levi knew that there was a tradition of noble prisoners of war paying ransom to redeem themselves, and he was counting on this to make another fortune. As for how much ransom he could get, it depended on how much our lord's conscience weighed and what the status of Khemish was in the Persian Gulf Empire.

This is also the reason why he didn't just push the other party out and chop him down.

As Highcliff Castle began its drastic reforms, all the citizens participated in the labor. Even Kemish was not spared and cut the wall with a trowel while in shackles.

As a noble of the Persian Gulf Empire, a direct descendant of the Blue Diamond Family, a true aristocrat, he would step on slaves even when getting off the car. How could he have done such menial work?

It's not that he didn't think about running away, but when he saw a young man in the distance throwing a group of green-skinned orcs like wooden targets, he shrank his neck, and this thought, which was not much to begin with, disappeared in an instant.

There is no need to risk running away. As long as my father knows the situation here, he will definitely pay the ransom to redeem me.

"My lord, Ms. Xiweiya is here."

When the lord was standing shirtless in the snow, steaming, Leighton came to his side like a ghost, looking straight ahead, as if he didn't notice that the group of fearless barbarians were lying in the snow and crying out in pain.

"Finally you're here. I thought she had forgotten about it." Levi shook his head and put on the clothes that Mil handed him.

This Silver Dragon Queen is always elusive, and no one knows what she is doing. We can only wait for her to come find us.

When Levi pushed open the door and walked into the room, his brows frowned.

Compared to last time, this Silver Dragon Queen looked much more decadent, with a frown on her face. Her aura was not as strong as last time, and she felt a bit erratic.

"Levi, long time no see." The other party rubbed his eyebrows and greeted him.

"What's wrong with Ms. Silvia?" The lord sat down and took the initiative to pour a cup of tea for the other party.

"It's okay. I just killed a blind black dragon on the way." Xiweiya sneered, then looked at Li Wei: "How was the trip to Gunda this time?"

"It's not ideal, but I did sense the breath of the bronze dragon you mentioned in a church deep in the palace. However, there was a legendary magician guarding it, so I couldn't get in." Levi shook his head.

"Thank you for your help, that's enough." Silvia nodded.

"But let me be honest, even if you knew that the bronze dragon was in the palace, what would you do? You can't just break in, right?" Levi picked up the teacup and took a sip. He was surprised to find that it was rum. He thought it was tea.

"I really can't get in. The city of Gonda is not as simple as it seems." Even a bard would be at a loss for words to describe Silvia's appearance. It's not because they are not well-educated, but it would be a blasphemy to use words to describe her appearance.

So when she holds the glass to her red lips, her Adam's apple rolls, and she uses her tongue to wipe away the wine at the corner of her mouth, coupled with her elegant and noble posture, it can make anyone lose control of themselves and emit the most primitive impulse.

Just when Levi was enjoying himself, the other party put down his wine glass again and looked at him with a slight smile, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream and had never happened.

"This woman is definitely seducing me." The lord immediately made a judgment in his mind.

"You may not know that the body of Bishop Liro was strangely stolen when he was about to step into the territory of Telesi." Silvia did not continue the topic. She poured the last bit of wine in the glass into her mouth before suddenly speaking.

Levi was stunned for a moment: "Stolen? Who stole it? And what's the point of stealing a corpse?"

When Li Luo died in the arena, it was later discovered that it was done by the Sons of Chaos from the Chaos Cult, and the culprit has been brought to justice.

At the time, the incident was immediately characterized, but I didn't expect there would be a follow-up. "That's why it was said to be stolen." Xiweiya said calmly: "This matter has been blocked by Taylor Xi. Not many people know about it, and I happen to be one of them."

"I wasn't sure what those people were trying to do, but now I can vaguely guess what they were trying to do."

The other party's words were confusing. If anyone else came, the lord would have to give him a beating.

"Levi, what do you think of Sofia?" Silvia turned around and asked an irrelevant question.

"A silver dragon who values ​​money more than anything else, a genius master of elements, and possesses a kind heart that she herself hardly even notices. Her only shortcoming is that she is too cowardly and lacks courage. If she were a commoner, this would obviously be an advantage, but as a dragon, this is undoubtedly a fatal flaw." Levi gave a fair evaluation.

As the top magical creature, it is acceptable to have any shortcomings, but one thing is that one cannot be cowardly.

This is like a tiger becoming as timid as a rabbit, which will cause endless troubles.

"That's a very accurate assessment. That's why I didn't stop her from leaving Dragon Island."

"She thought her plan was flawless, but in fact, dozens of eyes watched her leave Dragon Island."

My Lord said, how could a young dragon be able to cross the entire Storm Sea alone? At the same time, I couldn't help but feel a chill on my back.

If I had killed Sophia directly or treated her as a slave, the grass on my grave would probably be taller than that of Zat.

At that time, he had not yet practiced the "Book of Holy Words" and was definitely no match for the legendary dragon in front of him.

"Dragon Island has faded from the world's sight for too long, so that the personalities of the young generation of metal dragons nowadays are not much different from Sofia's. This is obviously wrong." Silvia said with a sigh.

"Wait, Ms. Xiweiya, let me interrupt for a moment." Levi raised his hand and suddenly asked, "I want to know one thing, are there many novels or biographies about dragon slayers on Dragon Island, and are they especially popular among young people?"

"How do you know?" Sylvia asked.

After all, Dragon Island has not completely cut off contact with the outside world. Some adult metal dragons will transform into humans and travel around the continent, and naturally they will bring items from the human world, among which various story books are the most popular.

Every time it is brought to Dragon Island, it is usually sold out immediately.

"Sophia said so." Levi held his forehead helplessly. Sophia read it every day, as devotedly as if she was studying some cheat code for passing a level. How could he not know?

Then I took a look and saw, wow - "If I become a legend, His Majesty will appoint me as a prince."

If you read these knight novels every day, coupled with the bloody deeds of dragon slayers, how can you not be a timid person?

He originally thought that Sophia was the only special case on Dragon Island, but it seemed that all the young metal dragons on the entire Dragon Island were poisoned by this kind of book.

After all, he has never experienced the beatings of society and lives in a remote corner every day. His character is indeed easily influenced by various knight novels that are mixed with private opinions. After all, we should never underestimate cultural invasion.

Silvia frowned and quickly understood Levi's thoughts. At the same time, she was so angry that her heart stopped.

Originally, she discussed it with two other Dragon Island elders, and they all agreed that it was because Dragon Island had been isolated from the rest of the world for too long that their descendants developed this kind of character.

However, they did not expect that it was entirely because of these seemingly insignificant things that subtly influenced part of their character since childhood.

She made up her mind to go back and beat up all those unscrupulous metal dragons that sold books, but the thought in her mind temporarily dissipated.

"Let's talk business." Xiweiya put on her calm expression again: "Levi, shadows are growing in the dark, and unimaginable changes may happen in the future. You have extraordinary abilities, and you should also take responsibility in the future..."

"Is this what you really want to tell me this time?" Levi wanted to laugh for some reason.

Because this sentence was so familiar, he seemed to have said it to Mandela a few days ago, but he didn't expect that it was his turn to feel it now.

It's just that he became one of the protagonists in it.

"That's right." Sylvia didn't deny it and nodded in acknowledgment: "So what do you think, Levi?"

"I don't think so." The Lord leaned back and lay on the chair. His attitude was even harder than steel. "No matter what changes happen, there are tall people to hold up the sky. I am thankful that I can take care of my own little piece of land."

"It would be nice if I could have another litter of cubs and live a happy life together. I don't want to be a hero and end up losing my life in the end."

The fate of that group of saints is still fresh in our minds. Although sacrificing themselves to save the entire main plane is admirable, their endings were not good at all.

Even the best Saint Igo ended up without a body, with only a soul floating in the material world, unable to experience the taste of a woman for the rest of his life. What's the difference between this and being a eunuch?
But should I go to see Tina or Heather tonight?
Tina is still a little weak, while Heather, the drow priestess, has stronger physical fitness.

As the lord thought about it, he started to go astray again. Now he had become addicted to the pleasure of sex and led a dissolute life every night.

"I thought every human being had a dream of being a hero when they were young." Silvia was surprised.

After all, human life is short, and people always want to do something great to leave a lasting legacy, in order to achieve another kind of eternal existence.

"But don't do that. You can't make a living by dreaming of being a hero. You have to return to reality." Levi shook his head: "And the reality is that all heroes can only exist on a page of parchment."

"Maybe." Xiweiya shook the wine glass, and her silver eyes, like Sophia's, were as deep as the starry sky. "Sometimes it's the general trend, and everything is left to fate."

(End of this chapter)