At the mountain pass not far away, two people were riding horses and talking while walking,

One of them is a middle-aged man with a thin body. He is staring at the fat man in front of him who is teasing his daughter with a polite and hateful look, while the other is a middle-aged nobleman with gray temples. He is about fifty years old and looks like he is full of righteousness.

This man claimed to be the housekeeper of this fat man. Fergudie could not see how this middle-aged nobleman who had such a distinctive aristocratic aura was the housekeeper of this vulgar fat man. However, combined with the current mainland form, it can be understood. The Falcon Army, which advocates trade and equality between aristocrats and civilians, swept the world. Countless famous families in various countries fell into decline as if they were swept by the autumn wind. The desolate family background made a real century-old nobleman choose to be a housekeeper for a wealthy dandy, not to mention that this dandy has this extremely powerful backer.

"It seems that your daughter is very close to my master. Maybe your family will be developed." At this moment, the butler spoke, his eyes narrowed and his tone seemed a bit strange.

"Can I understand this be a kind of irony?" Fergudie rolled his eyes at him unhappily and said unhappily, "It's a man that even he can see that the guy is a playboy, with ulterior motives and ill-conspiracy. He is like a cunning fat fox who tiptoes toward my daughter. Those excuses such as finding shortcuts are simply outrageous, but my smart daughter is unaware of this. If it weren't for saving me from the death camp, dyzco First, I would have launched a duel against him to make my woman clear that this guy is useless. This guy is a fly, and has been pestering Ferguly recently."

"Actually, my master is not that bad. Maybe he really wants to ask for a way." The middle-aged nobleman, who was full of noble spirit, grinned slightly, and his shoulders spread out his hands slightly. If someone familiar with him saw it, he would definitely not believe his eyes. How could Prais, the important minister of the Empire, appear in this mountain?

"Ask the way? What a joke, a playboy who doesn't even have to go to the battlefield, needs to ask how to take a shortcut to Aaron in the heart of the center?" Fergudig, who was unaware of Prais's identity, looked very disdainful. He curled his lips slightly and said with contempt.

"I know this kind of people very well, with a family background. They face everything cynically, with elders on it, and someone serving them below. Behind them is a strong family. Without any effort, they can easily get high positions that others cannot get in their entire lives. They don't have to worry about food or clothing. All their energy is spent in the so-called crazy pursuit of the famous ladies and noble ladies in the rich banquet. If it is a peaceful time, they will put on expensive armor and seek their own glory in the Knights Competition held by the King Capital, and win the favor of their lovers. But now it is a war period, here are the vast Doroc mountains, looking for a beautiful partner in nothing to enjoy. This is really normal

Fergudie stopped his voice and said with a disgusting tone, "Don't think that you can deceive anyone by carrying a map with you, and sometimes making a deep thought look. Do he understand that map? At least twice I saw him and even said the map in reverse."

"Ahem, I know the kind of person you are talking about, but I can guarantee that my master is not that kind of person." Hearing Fergudig's words, even Plais, who was as thick as a city wall, coughed speechlessly.

"He may be a little blind, and he is always unable to figure out which side of the map is the south and which side is the north... But he is not as you said, he can't even see a map." Prais said with an awkward expression.

It was also after he arrived at the Falcon Army that he learned that the Wikia Falcon, known as the God of War on the Mainland, suffered from the incredible map blindness. In other words, this guy couldn't understand the military map at first, so he used various colors to represent various forces for the first time. It was also an unbelievable joke. No one knew that it was such a guy who was almost map-blind, who commanded one after another glorious battle after another. If the defeated generals and heroes knew this, I wonder if they would jump out of the grave.

"But, are you sure he is looking at the ground with the map backwards?" Prais's voice suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something, his body trembled slightly, and he asked again,

"It's true, I'm a Gorydian, not as old as a dizzy age." Fergdyger frowned slightly and felt that he was insulted. After half a month of recuperation, his body basically returned to normal. There was a fresh scar on the corner of his eyebrows, which made the originally serious face look funny. Since he learned that the person who saved him was a playboy from the Falcon Army, his expression has always been so bad.

This nephew of Caesar Soros is a dandy who is engaged in military merits. As a soldier, his martial arts skills are very poor. Apart from talking nonsense, he basically doesn't see any outstanding things. However, his daughter, who is as tall as her head, has a lot of feelings for this fat man. Sometimes, he will stare at the empty autumn scenery outside the window when it is silent, or subconsciously reveals a slightly melancholy face when there is no one. As long as he is not a blind man, he can tell that this fat man has begun to make his proud daughter worry.

Fergudie felt helpless about this. He was rescued by this fat man for his own expenses. It was reasonable for his daughter to fall in love with him. Of course, he did not notice that when he mentioned that the fat man looked backwards at the map, the smile on the face of the old housekeeper opposite was turning into a solemnity.

"Looking backwards at the map? Your Majesty, what do you want to do?" In addition to suspicion, Prais glanced at the slightly fat figure in the distance, and suddenly became sharp, like a cold light flashing. The so-called excuse of hunting can deceive the guards, but can it deceive a veteran commander like Prais?

The battle report of the Dorok Army appearing on the border of Paravin has been sent. The two main flags and teams of the Western Legion have been damaged. The important border pass has changed hands within one day. The mainland center Paravin is in danger with the approach of the Dorok Army.

In this case, His Majesty, who has always believed in blood debt and blood, is still in the mood to go out to hunt, which is really a fool.

Prais looked at the fat man who slowly pulled the arrow in the distance, and couldn't help but whisper in his heart, "If this is really a hunting, is your sharp arrow aiming at Aaron thousands of miles away? Or is the more than 80,000 Rock army wandering outside Parawen

"Bastard, that fat man is approaching Ferglin again." Plais heard the low anger of Fergdyco beside him.

Then the nervous father rode his horse and followed him, leaving the contemplative Prais behind,

Sir, the latest battle report "A guard took the opportunity to approach quietly and handed a fiery red battle report to Plais...

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