Duke of Grief

?"what is that?"

Buckley narrowed his eyes suddenly, and it didn't take long for the companions around him to notice his anomaly. The probe asked in the past, "If you don't work, what are you looking at?"

Hearing his companions' questions, Buckley raised his hand and said, "Isn't that a horse?"

The companion looked at him suspiciously, "It seems... that's not true! But what's so strange?"

"Did the Principality of the Windy Wind catch any new pack animals in the Black Forest..." Buckley mumbled his head and then turned back to work with his companions.

They are now on the national road from Wind City to the Three Fortresses in the north, because when they picked up the goods in the morning, they accidentally did not bundle the goods, but the goods fell off the car not far from Wind City.

Fortunately, the packaging of the goods was good, otherwise the guy might be whip.

Da Da Da Da...

A sound similar to the sound of a horseshoe sounded not far away. In addition, they could also hear the sound of wheels rolling.

Even when they were packing up and preparing to continue on the road, many people in the team turned their heads and looked at them. At this time, they were able to see a distinctive team approaching them.

It is not the horses that ordinary people recognize, but a group of tall and powerful sika deer!

The verdant vines circumvented the connection between the neck and the body, wrapped around the shoulder blades of the two front legs, and tied a knot under the stomach to connect the carriage.

The carriages are also different. Those brown carriages at a glance will feel that the carriages are actually ‘living’.

The wood that constitutes the carriage does not seem to have been treated, even the bark has not been peeled off, and there are branches extending from the edge of the roof. The branches are also decorated with several green leaves.

The design of the carriage is unusual, and the pack animals who have pulled the cart have never seen it. This has attracted the attention of many people in the caravan. Even the supervisor who is ready to speak and open his mouth is open, and he can't say a word. .

Their vision moved as the team from the north moved, and as the two teams approached, the team on the opposite side also slowed down.

"Friends opposite, Wind City is in front, right?"

Barkley heard a shout from the opposite side, and was a little strange in his heart. Since it was a convoy driving in the mourning wind, how could he not know where Winder City is?

"Yes, you go on, the Wind City is ahead!"

A businessman stood next to his team and shouted loudly to the opposite side. After a while, a stern tone came from the opposite side: "Thank you, friends!"

It didn't take long for the words to fall, and the team set off again, and quickly drove towards Wind City with wind and dust—at an unacceptable acceleration.

Barkley and the others watched the team go away silently, and after watching it for a while, the supervisor's loud voice rang in their ears: "What are you all doing with stun? Quick work!"

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Lubold turned back to sit down and smiled and said to his companions: "I have said that the humanity of this Principality is not terrible. At first, I lived in Winder City for more than two months. I am familiar with this place. Now!"

His companion glanced at him and sneered, "Then you have to ask for directions before?"

But Luborg is still straightforward and proud, "Because I have lived in Winder City for more than two months and have not left!"

With that said, Lubber looked forward.

Going down this path, you will be able to reach the city that has left a deep memory for him.

To be honest, although those days have been quite oppressive, they are only trying to rescue their compatriots from the evil human aristocracy as soon as possible, but it is undeniable that the city with rich alien culture successfully attracted them .

"Is it really as good as you said?"

Even now, many elves still have doubts, so the question of Lubor's companion does not seem so abrupt.

Even Luborg himself is a little unbelievable, there is such a city and such a country in this world!

"Here..." Lubol looked up at the blue sky. "It's as pure as this sky. It may be because its own resident composition is very complicated. The people here are already surprised at the strangers. And the noble forces who want to invade us are unprecedentedly weak in this Principality. Ordinary people have little thought of us, and it can be said that there is no better place for us than this country!"

At this time Lubol turned his head to see that his companion's brows were frowning, apparently he didn't believe much of what he said and thought his words were biased.

But he smiled and didn't care.

Originally, as a soldier of the Guards Corps, he is one of the few elves who have come into contact with humans in this era. For the sake of race planning, he was forced to retire and become a so-called'elven merchant'-in fact, there is no such thing inside the elves. Professionally, they don't even have the concept of'business'.

However, in order to cater to the times and let the race no longer fall into that kind of arbitrary bullying, soldiers such as Lubol chose to stand up and become ‘merchants’.

However, in the course of trading with the Kurkut Empire, Luborg seems to have recovered the kind of aversion to humanity.

Even if those human businessmen dare not do anything to them in that town, when the unbridled eyes swept over him, he would feel a kind of disgust.

In that case, he will begin to miss the days he once spent with those lovely people in Wind City.

Because of the influence of the old duke and the maidservant of Serena, combined with the overall atmosphere of the Principality of Sad Wind, those humans will never look at them as greedy when they look at these elves.

Maybe it will be a surprise, maybe it will be very curious, and the most pleasant surprise to Lubor is that those humans have no greed for them.

So after hearing the news that a teleport was opened between the Elven Court and Wind City, he was overjoyed and had the same emotions as those of the elf soldiers who had visited Wind City.

They have been fed up with the greed and covetment of those in the Kurkut Empire!

Although for the sake of big ideas, the business with the Kurkut Empire will continue to be done, but the quota will also be reduced.

It is better to do business with those "barbarous" businessmen who have no culture, and to treat people friendly with the Principality of the mourning wind, and most of them have quite knowledgeable businessmen to do business.

"Hey, did you see that tower?"

Some idle Lubol suddenly jumped up, screaming at the black line in the far horizon: "That's the Master Tower of Serena Maiden, several times taller than Lord Norwell!"

"What?" His companion was shocked and looked up with a dumbfounded look.

Originally he thought what the black line was, but he didn't expect it to be a tower!

‘Lord Norwell’ is an ancient tree man living in a forest of stars and bright moons~www.NovelMTL.com~ But compared to elves, he has a closer relationship with the druid.

There are not many tree people in the world of Assatom. Lord Norwell is already the tallest of all the tree people they know. The general wizard tower is not as tall as Lord Norwell.

But that tower...

"Flora, we're almost coming to Wind City! Speed ​​up, speed up!" Lubol climbed onto the roof of the car, waving his arms and shouting to the deer car behind.

His companion looked up with surprise. It was a little unimaginable. Was it necessary to be so excited?

It didn't take long for Lubor's voice to fall, and there was an ethereal song in the car behind the deer.

After hearing the song, the sika deer pulling the car happily chanted, the pace at the foot became lighter, and the team's speed became faster.

Feeling the wind blowing on the face, Lubol opened his mouth, and this is the natural spell [Royal Wind]!