When McDonald was a child, he traveled to Yunnan and heard that there was once a Miao young man who had a close relationship with his childhood sweetheart who was as beautiful as a fairy.
He was forced into marriage by a beautiful girl just after he was admitted to college.
At this time, he was not even of legal age for marriage.
There were many similar things around him. It didn't matter if he couldn't get the marriage certificate. The banquet was held anyway, and the villagers all knew about it.
If you are old enough to have a baby, you should get a certificate.
He completely imagined what his future would be in this life, just like his parents and ancestors, and could almost see himself decades later at a glance.
He refused to be restrained.
The world is so big, and he still wants to go out and see it.
Many years later, he became famous, but no matter how his friends and relatives introduced girls to him, he could not regain the feeling he had for his childhood sweetheart. When he returned to his small village, he saw her again.
Her spine has been bent by life, she is no longer beautiful and has fallen into the mortal world.
The two looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.
A twist of fate made the two of them become parallels after all.
He looked at her who had turned into a yellow-faced woman from another family.
She looked at him in a suit and tie.
The two of them felt lost and speechless at the same time.
There are many similar stories around everyone.
[Childhood Sweetheart Lost to Heaven] has become a meme.
McDonald felt sad.
Among the remaining royal families on earth, members rarely get married in their early 20s. Often, it is not a problem to have three marriages, but it is normal to have four marriages. The simplest reason is that the marriages of royal family members involve too many things.
A while ago, Macdonald used Tyrande as a shield to drive away Catherine Proudmoore. It was like driving away the wolf through the front door and letting the tiger in through the back door.
His old ministers collectively went crazy.
Everyone knows that McDonough is an Elf Controller, but who would have thought that McDonough 'really' wants to marry a night elf high priest?
This is obviously not in the interest of the various vassals in the federation.
The result is good.
No matter what his daughter’s attitude is, Abidis promotes Bridget, Mograine promotes his adopted daughter Sally Whitemane, Barov promotes Ilucia, and even Haas recognizes her from nowhere.
The adopted daughter came out, not to mention Kaizi silently encouraged Countess Liadrin to find a way to cook rice with McDonald.
When a family is big and the business is big, it is inevitable that each of his subordinates will have their own small hills.
No matter who MacDonald marries now, he will break the hearts of a lot of people.
It's fine when there's a war, but as long as the situation calms down for a moment, a group of high-ranking idiots will come and cause trouble (forced marriage) peacefully and legally.
As a result, McDonald's mood could not be said to be explosive, but at least he was physically and mentally exhausted.
How can it be so easy to get rid of the traditional ideas rooted in the minds of these guys?
The worst thing is that even if McDonald can hide in Alonsus Faona, it will not work.
The old archbishop was in poor health.
Think about it, when Alonsus said that he wanted to see his McDonald's child before he died, how did you ask Mike to respond?
Kalia was worried about Lao Taizi's bad reputation, so she refused to marry or give birth to a child.
After Sylvanas successfully raided McDonald's, her mentality was abnormal and she only wanted to have children but not get married.
What can McDonald's do?
Okay now, go straight to A at Vereesa.
To be honest, Macdonald felt guilty before and ignored Vereesa's hints, such as asking him to hunt or take a walk, but she never went.
But now, McDonald didn't dare to look into Vereesa's eyes.
He sat down a little dejectedly and elaborated on his predicament and sins.
"That's the fact. Whoever I marry is wrong. Then, the two good people refuse to marry me. I'm stuck here." McDonald smiled bitterly: "It's ridiculous to say it, but I can decide
Thousands of people live and die, but they cannot decide their own destiny."
Vereesa walked over slowly, gently hugged McDonald's head, and kissed his forehead.
"I don't want to brag about how beautiful I am, how good I am, and whether my status is noble. I don't want to put myself and Miss Kalia on your emotional balance. I just want to say..." Veresa paused.
After a moment, A stepped forward and said, "But I firmly believe that I must be the one who admires you the most and loves you the most in the world."
This...it's hard to end without getting married!
McDonald froze.
After a while, his body began to become softer.
"Okay, I'll show you the secrets of the Stratholme family."
…
That night, McDonald took Vereesa to visit the Stratholme family's arsenal.
McDonald demonstrated on the spot how to process barrels to match the Stratholme family's self-developed rifle grenades.
As a portable large-caliber artillery, a rifle grenade with a diameter of 40mm and a length of 180mm naturally requires a barrel that fits perfectly.
The standard processing method is to first frictionally heat the barrel, wait until the barrel softens, and then use the Stratholme family's ancestral rifle grenade mold instead of a punch to impact, directly hitting the seal on the barrel.
The soft silver blank on the seal can be ignored. After the mold enters the barrel, don't worry if the barrel is too narrow. Repeated development can widen it into a shape suitable for launching rifle grenades.
After dozens of reciprocating adjustments, the lubricating oil contained in the barrel was successfully activated to better protect the barrel.
Seeing McDonald holding the end of the M-shaped handle with both hands and working hard to process the barrel of the gun, Veresa compassionately helped McDonald wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Men and women are matched, so the work is not tiring, and McDonald's works harder.
It takes about 999 processes to get the grenade into firing state.
"It's almost ready for test firing."
"good!"
Feeling the powerful explosion, Vereesa smiled sweetly.
The next morning, Count Barov, who had nothing to do and came to Macdonald's place for a walk, saw Macdonald and Veresa blowing the cold wind on the top floor of the castle tower on a cold day.
His four calves were dangling, and his leisurely look made the old Duke's heart skip a beat.
As a veteran politician, how could the old Duke not know what was happening?
"Don't worry, Barov, as long as there is no official announcement for a day, Ilucia will still have a chance." The old count quickly adjusted his mentality and walked to the tower with the most upright appearance: "Good day, my lord.
"Good day, Mrs. Windrunner."
"Ah, good morning, dear." McDonald didn't avoid it. Instead, Veresa beside him blushed and was a little at a loss.
The old earl spoke seriously about last night's 'old news': "His Excellency Rivendell informed that the tribe has sent an envoy to the Forest Fortress. He delayed the envoy as planned."
"Very good. Let the envoy see the alliance's 'incompetence' and 'bureaucracy'."
There are layers of reports, procrastination, fancy delays, and feather plucking.
In fact, this is the norm for large organizations. It seems that an efficient system like the alliance is abnormal.
Later, when McDonald's learned that the third wave of messengers, visitors and even Wo'jin had arrived in five days, he was sure that Thrall was anxious.
