Light and Darkness - Pitt Michael (mobi reader .TXT) 📗

Means that even if the hammer of God of War cannot make the best weapon armor, it must definitely make the most exquisite and beautiful things!"

　　 "Hum, for you, the more gold you use, the more beautiful you are!" Franco said sarcastically.

　　Roger was furious, staring at Franco, eager to try. Franco disagreed, snorted, and picked up a delicate little silver fork. The fat man rolled his eyes and sat down again. Fighting Franco holding a short soldier in a small space is undoubtedly looking for his own way.

Fez's mouth was full of lobster meat, and said vaguely: "Don't make any more trouble, hurry and find some helpers for me. It's a serious matter. I can't do anything by myself? Let's make a magic circle. I’m good at it, but I don’t know if this armor weapon is not beautiful or fits the taste of those characters!"

Luns also said: "It's really useful to make things beautiful. From the point of view of what you sell, those things that are exquisitely beautiful can be at least half-profit, and they are always the first to sell. The others that have done more generally are actually of no worse quality than these boutiques, but the money makes much less. Since the opening, not counting the acquisition of adventurer loot, our boutiques have earned more than 20,000 gold coins, but those Ordinary, only earned four thousand gold coins."

Kate said: "Although the benefits of ordinary equipment are thin, but the amount of victory is large, we can't let it go. I think we should open a new store to specialize in this type of business. If we can squeeze into the army's fertile land It’s also a source of wealth. At least we can let Lord Winnington of Valborg purchase our stuff exclusively."

Rogge said: "Well, I think we need to find a group of craftsmen. Jin is responsible for guidance and training. We can build some ordinary weapons and armor. In this way, we can digest our own best concentrate. The original mine is sold like this, and I always feel a little lost. Just find a place in this workshop city and let it go. As for the hammer of God of War, we have to find a few real art masters to design the style, it is best to find a few more who understand the most Etiquette of the upper class, they know what will be popular among nobles."

Ett continued: "By the way, when I was healing in the church, a little girl who volunteered there seemed to say that her grandfather was a great sculptor. What's the name? What's the mist? Is coming?"

Franco's eyes lit up and his voice trembles: "Is it the Master of Fog? He is in Lille? I heard that he offended a large nobleman of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in his early years. In order to avoid misfortune, he vowed to stop making art. , The aristocracy did not let him go. Afterwards, he disappeared. I didn’t expect him to hide here. There is another piece of his work in my house! It is also difficult for people to grasp its inner part, so it has won a misty title."

　　 He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before sighing: "That's the art that really shakes the soul!"

　　 When Roger heard it, he came to the spirit and asked, "Is this misty fantasy really such a problem?"

Franco gave Roger a dissatisfied glance: "He is a master who can really be with time. I just heard that he has a weird temper, stubbornness and extreme hatred for the nobility. To persuade this person to design items for the nobility, I see It’s time to stop thinking."

"Huh, what are you afraid of? Isn't there any way to deal with this old stubbornness?" Roger smiled yinfully. "He is a piece of black steel, and he wants him to bloom a flower! How about that Ian, finally? Isn’t it all honestly?"

　　Lens said: "The little girl didn't know if it was his granddaughter. If so, hey, that's easy to handle!"

　　 "Lens! I can tell you, don't hit the little girl's idea. This month, my leg has lost her!" Ete drank dissatisfiedly.

　　Lens smiled and said, "Well, this must be reserved for you."

Unknown frowned, Roger said: "Here is no better than other places, we can't do too much now. Otherwise, Ophio Rock may not be able to protect us when it starts, not to mention why he cares so much We still don’t know. It’s better to be cautious about everything. If you want to do something, you can’t overturn the boat for these small things. Besides, this kind of thing can be done behind the scenes, but it is very glorious. It’s not easy to do anything in the future. It’s not convenient for us to do anything in the future. Otherwise, we’ll do it cleanly and thoroughly like Ian, or we’ll just let it go first. There are many ways to deal with this old thing. It doesn’t have to be killing, killing, and getting some people’s lives. The top priority is to first find out the old guy’s information and see if he has any hobbies? We can do what we want. If it doesn’t work, just plant him. , Let him be unreasonable, can only follow us. There is no way, then hit his granddaughter idea. In short, let him be used for us. And it is best to let him do his best."

　　Several people were thinking about it now. After much tempering, the scum has calmed down a lot, and the edge has disappeared. The poison plan he came up with was very meticulous and dripping. Compared with two years ago, the difference between its roughness and its obviousness is no longer reasonable.

　　 Several maids passed by outside the door, but felt a gust of wind and could not help but fought a few chills.

　　 The afternoon sun was lazily scattered on the streets of Lille, and this city, which was sleeping in the winter, slowly woke up. Sunshine is the most equal, whether you are a noble or a civilian, you will be bathed in the grace of the sun.

　　Isabella walked happily in the streets of the ghetto as if it were a beating note. Low shacks, rugged dirt roads, a pile of iced sewage, odors flying around, and all kinds of strange mothers swearing at children, quarrels in the neighborhood, and barking of chickens and dogs all failed to affect her mood. . She grew up in this place since she was a child, so she loves everything here and everyone here. God said to love people in this world, so she followed God's teachings wholeheartedly. It is her happiest time to volunteer three and a half days in the church every week. Although there is no income, bathing in the glory of God can help other people in suffering, the best reward.

　　Girls like sunlight, and she will be happy as long as the weather is clear. The 17-year-old Isabella is tall and has a height of one meter and seventy. It looks more mature than the actual age, except that the small face that bursts and blows occasionally shows a childish expression and leaks The true age of the owner. Isabella is very white, almost white, but the lively girl will always add a touch of blush to this transparent white.

　　 The girl's facial features are exquisite, and her big eyes always look around in a restless manner. With the smile always hanging by her mouth, she always likes the people around her. The priests in the church were very kind to her. A young priest even secretly taught her a little light spell. Isabella is now able to reluctantly use the first level of minor wound healing.

　　 The girl has reason to be happy. The Mr. Ett, who has been getting along well this month, offered himself a job today to take care of his room and courtyard. There is a whole gold coin a month. Grandpa no longer has to eat only dark bread every day. We can eat bacon every day. If you save a little, Grandpa can drink a small glass of wine every day. In this kind of life, neighbors want to envy death. If you work for two years in this way, you may be able to build a wooden house. Grandpa is old and suffers from rheumatism. With a new house, you can suffer a lot in winter.

　　 That Mr. Ett is really a good person. He is not tall and sturdy, he is a full head taller than himself, and many men are not as tall as he is. Well, although the dress is casual, it is very clean, the face is very rough, but the more handsome it looks. Thinking of this, the girl's heart beat a little faster and her face burned a little.

　　 The girl was walking in a sulky way, with Et's shadow all over her head. "Mr. Ete seems to be young, how could there be so many adventures. This month, he has not repeated the experience. The stupid iron bear in the neighboring street is entangled all day long. I will only talk about the horses he takes care of, or else it is the trifle of Mr. Gibmel’s family. However, Mr. Ett’s leg injury is so scary that he has been in the church for four months. I have never seen such a terrible injury. At the first meeting, I could see the bone through the wound, but Mr. Ett never called it.

　　 The confused girl kicked two Luo baskets on the road, terrified several hens, and almost hit a maid.

　　 The girl came to a small courtyard, if these five or six square meters large area can also be called a courtyard. There is also an ancient tree in such a small yard. The trunk is curled up, and it can be seen that its life will be as painful as most people who grow in the shade of the tree. The courtyard is surrounded by a fence. What constitutes a fence is nothing more than ordinary wooden slats, but somehow it makes people feel very calm after seeing it. The snow in the courtyard was swept clean and spotless. The hustle and bustle of the environment was separated by the fence.

　　 A skinny old man was sitting in the courtyard, chopping firewood at once. Next to the old man was a small red clay stove with a pot of tea on it. The exquisite little teapot is simple and elegant, and the heat is slowly overflowing from the spout. The old man's chopping thing was said to be wood, rather than a stump, which was somewhat decayed, but in this winter, it was extremely hard. A rusty axe in the old man's hand slowly lifted up and fell down, but as if cutting into a piece of tofu, he gently cut a piece of firewood that was one foot long and three fingers wide.

　　 "Grandpa!" The girl, like a cheerful bird, lightly plunged into the old man's arms.

　　 "Grandpa! I got a job! There is a whole gold coin every month! You no longer have to nibble on black bread every day, and you have the money to buy medicine for you!"

The old man caressed the girl's hair gently and smiled, "Silly boy, grandpa is getting old. What medicine do you take? It's you, I've suffered too much. By the way, When did the church become so generous and have a gold coin job in January?"

　　Isabella's voice suddenly subsided and whispered: "Yes, it's for a gentleman to manage the courtyard."

　　 The old man's voice became severe immediately: "Is he a noble?"

　　 The girl's tears were already swirling in her eyes, and she said, "It seems that it seems to be..."

With a clatter, the old man smashed the small teapot next to him with an axe, shaking with anger: "You, you