It was approaching noon, but the streets were still busy with cars and people. It was October and the weather was still relatively cool.
The city's main roads extend in all directions, and many green-leafed palm trees and toona trees are planted on both sides of the asphalt road.
In the courtyard, there are lush egg trees, graceful banyan trees, brightly colored red bananas, etc.
Ren looked curiously at this livable and tourist city in the Faroland Kingdom. This place was also quite interesting. There were flower pots placed at the door or balcony of almost every household.
Cockscombs, coleus, anthuriums, agave and other flowers are so colorful that it is dizzying to see.
"It's a good place for cultivating sentiments and retiring. It's a pity that this place almost became the capital of the kingdom back then, but after all, the geographical location is a little worse."
Old Bill said angrily.
Renn nodded. There was a reason why William the Conqueror did not choose his hometown to build his capital. The geographical location was indeed not good.
There is a small forest to the north of the city of Wilton, the peaceful Pugny Plain to the south, and Lake Mole, the second largest freshwater lake in Faroeland, to the east.
The terrain was too complicated to be the center of gravity of a country, so it was given to Wilton, a friend from the same town, as a fief by William I.
However, the Duke of Wilton's family is now in decline and has been reduced to the Earl of Wilton's family. Only the area east of the city near Lake Moore is still the family's fiefdom.
In fact, there are no real actual duke families in the Kingdom of Falorland anymore. For example, the Marquis of Thornton family is already the top noble family in the kingdom.
Of course, there are palace nobles and honorary nobles without fiefdoms, but there are parallel dukes or princes. Human titles are not entirely based on strength.
However, if nobles in this world want to maintain their title, they have strict requirements for the extraordinary strength of their family.
Ren and Bill chatted, and soon they came to a unique courtyard, which was Bill's home.
"Boss, wait here for a moment. I will bring them in half an hour."
Old Bill was a quick-thinking man, and as soon as he finished speaking, he left in a hurry.
Ren looked around at the flowers, plants and shrubs around him, found a stone bench and sat down, and took out a book from the storage ring.
"Annion's Travels", which is Catherine's collection of books, has not been published in the market, and does not have the author's signature.
However, it is certain that this was written by a powerful transcendent, and the story basically takes place in the middle to late fifth era.
"In the year 537, I came to the Xiluo Desert. It was dozens of miles in radius, and as always, there was no grass growing.
Let me think about it, it was about 1,500 years ago. David, the King of the Sun, fought against three dark monarchs here, completely changing the landscape here.
In the sand, you can still vaguely feel the flames of the sun and several special dark forces circulating, lingering.
This is the top powerhouse. I feel that although I am stronger than Carlo, I am still a little worse than David. However, I am still young and a green boy, and sooner or later I will be invincible..."
After reading this, Ren's face twitched, and he felt that the person who wrote this book was getting louder and louder, and he was already boasting to the sky.
He liked this book very much. It recorded many hidden things and greatly broadened his horizons.
But the author is sometimes too narcissistic, and his tone is so arrogant that he killed a dark archduke, raised a werewolf duke as a watchdog, and accidentally collapsed an 800-meter mountain.
In short, this guy has no friends. Anyway, Ren didn't believe that he was so awesome, so he deliberately didn't leave his name, probably because he was afraid of being ridiculed by future generations.
Just when he was obsessed with studying and couldn't extricate himself, Old Bill came back, followed by more than forty people.
"This must be the boss. He's a pretty handsome guy. Would you like to come into my sister's arms?"
A melodious voice came, and a tall woman wearing black tights walked not far from Ren, looking at him curiously with her beautiful eyes.
Damn it, good shot, at least 34D.
Ren's eyes narrowed and he put down the book. The first thing he noticed was not the woman's pretty face, but her plump breasts.
There's nothing I can do about it, it's so spectacular that even the tights can't hold it in, but it's becoming more prominent. It's the only thing I've ever seen in my life.
Although he was confused in his heart, Ren's face remained as steady as an old dog: "Beauty, be careful when you walk, and pay more attention to your steps."
"What?"
With a bit of surprise on her face, the girl in the tight leather jacket said doubtfully. She didn't react for a moment.
Ren shrugged his shoulders and said seriously: "With your size, it will block the view of your feet and it is easy to fall."
Cackling!
The hot girl smiled coquettishly and seemed to find it interesting. She reached out her hand and wanted to touch Ren's face.
"Bessie, be serious! This is the boss." Old Bill couldn't stand it anymore and scolded.
Bill seemed to be quite authoritative. After the cut, Bessie was not too presumptuous. She took a few steps back and stood side by side with the two men in the first row of the group.
Only then did Ren have time to look at this group of people. They should all be over 30 years old. Basically, after working as mercenaries for about ten years, they chose to retire, start a family, or change careers.
He sensed it slightly, and found that most of them were first-level extraordinary beings, there were eight second-level extraordinary beings, and there were only Bessie among the third-level extraordinary beings.
Bill coughed and introduced: "These are basically the people I have led and have performed tasks with me. They have all been in the industry for more than 6 years and have rich experience..."
He quickly made a sales pitch, but there was nothing he could do. These people were all problematic people now, and they couldn't even act as bodyguards for others.
Not everyone wants to be a boss. If you don't meet the requirements at all, you will be kicked out. If you don't have a job, God knows what these troublemakers will do.
"Let them all introduce themselves." Ren said calmly.
Old Bill nodded, first handed him a stack of information, and then looked at the three people in the first row. These three people were the strongest and had excellent records.
"Leo, you come first." Old Bill coughed.
A man named Leo took a step forward. He had a thin face and a slender figure. He was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, looking like a gangster.
The key is that he was holding a book in his hand. After examining Ren, he opened the book, cleared his throat and said:
"I am Leo Anderson, a literary young man who loves reading, poetry and novels, and is caring..."
"Stop!"
Ren stopped him from talking, glanced at the information in his hand, and teased: "Are you reading with sunglasses on?"
Information shows that Leo has serious violent tendencies, and within two years after his retirement, he was detained many times for fighting.
The literary young man is even more ridiculous. He is already 35 years old, and he has an evil spirit about him that is definitely not good.
Leo smiled toothily when he heard this, and his smile was very bright. Old Bill beside him felt a thump in his heart, it's over, this guy is going to let himself go.
