Chapter 2154 More Terrifying Magic Fluctuations

Meeting old friends brings endless joy.

I drank endlessly until late at night. When the sky turned white, I woke up from the sofa, rubbing my eyes, and found that only the old Duke was left on the dining table, drooling and snoring loudly.

Where is the old man?

With a question mark on his head, he looked down, hey, he found a tuft of messy silver hair, and looked inside again, hey, the old man was sleeping soundly with a wine bottle in his arms. He was drooling as much as the old Duke, but his snoring was not as loud as the old one. Duke's ring.

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

They helped the two of them onto the sofa and covered them with blankets. After doing all this, they went to the garden leisurely, enjoying the scenery and doing morning exercises.

The morning breeze in late autumn is like a carving knife. If you are not careful, it will get into the seams of clothes and cut you severely.

The garden is huge, almost as big as my treehouse, but it's very shabby.

All the leaves have fallen, the green grass has withered and turned yellow, not even an ant can be seen, and the whole garden is lifeless.

If loneliness and desolation are also a kind of scenery, then I will sincerely praise: this scenery is really profound.

In the Duke's Mansion, besides me, the only ones who get up early are the waiters and maids, especially the old sweepers.

It was because I drank too much that I couldn't sleep well at night, so I crawled out of bed when the fish belly was white. But they habitually got up early to sweep away the fallen leaves, dust and insect corpses.

By the time the entire yard was swept clean, the sun had completely risen above the horizon, casting dazzling white light onto the world.

Only then did this group of the most industrious people put down their brooms, carry their food boxes, and go to the kitchen to get their meals.

A pound of barbecue, a few slices of vegetables, a piece of fruit, and enough rice.

This is the standard breakfast for the waiters at the Duke's Palace.

They eat deliciously, eat vigorously, and eat happily.

These people are undoubtedly happy.

Because their master, the old Duke of Dashai City, was a generous man and was willing to supply them with vegetables and fruits.

Other masters may not be so generous.

At most, they only provide enough barbecue and rice. Some places don't even care about rice and only provide barbecue.

Barbeque is the most representative food in Dashai City. There is no other, but there are many sources of meat.

The land is vast, the people are sparse, and the grass is abundant, so the space left is filled by animals.

Without birth control, the animal husbandry expanded like crazy, with more and more cattle, sheep, pigs and horses, until it exceeded the tolerable range, and the orc king had to order that all people were forced to eat meat.

As a result, meat has not only become the most representative diet, but also the cheapest diet.

I also had a piece of rice, and it tasted delicious.

The grandson of the old Duke happened to be passing by. He stared at me dumbfounded for a long time, then rushed over and pulled me away.

I still had two bites of barbecue to finish, so I definitely wouldn't follow him, so I immediately stepped forward and a heavy weight fall hit me. The grandson of the Duke didn't pull me away, so he fell down.

After finishing the last two pieces of meat, he glanced at the grandson of the Duke who was being helped up by the waiter, and asked a little puzzled: "Why are you pulling me here?"

The boy looked around and lowered his voice: "Let's talk after we get out."

With doubts, he and I went out.

After entering the garden, he regained his tone: "That's what the servants eat, why are you eating it too?"

"What does it matter?" I didn't care: "It's all for food anyway, and it tastes pretty good."

Seeing his ugly expression, I frowned: "Is there something wrong with the meat?"

"The meat is fine."

"So there's something wrong with the food?"

"There's nothing wrong with the food."

"Could it be fruit?"

I am reminded of the story of Snow White.

"You are thinking too much," the Duke's grandson said seriously: "This is not a food problem, but a people problem. You are the prime minister, and they are waiters and civilians. How can we eat at the same table?"

"What's that?" I was puzzled.

"What a big deal!" The Duke's grandson said seriously: "If you eat with the servants, you will lose the dignity of the nobility and become the laughing stock of the aristocracy. This will do you no good at all."

"So what if I become the butt of laughter?" I spread my hands and said with disdain, "You can't take away my position as prime minister, and you can't take away a copper coin from me. You can laugh if you want."

"No, if you do this, you will not only smear yourself, but the entire aristocratic circle," the Duke's grandson said seriously: "You will be attacked by the entire aristocracy!"

"I appreciate the kindness." He smiled and patted his shoulder: "It is precisely because I go my own way that I became friends with your grandpa. If I were also very picky, your grandpa might not even look at me. "

"Well said!"

Not far away, the old Duke's loud voice sounded, full of energy.

The two old men walked side by side into the garden, one carrying their hands behind their backs and the other carrying a bottle of wine.

The grandson of the Duke hurriedly came forward to greet him. The old Duke smiled and touched his grandson's hair and introduced him to Taylor, his eyes full of pride.

Taylor smiled disdainfully and waved his hand at me: "Grandson, come here."

If you don't show off to the old man now, then when will you wait?

In response, I quickly walked over and stood in front of the old man, as obedient as a pug.

The old Duke's eyes bulged and he pointed at me. He talked for a long time, but he couldn't finish a sentence.

"Why are you so surprised?" Taylor chuckled, touched my head and said, "That's your grandson, that's my grandson, we're tied, no one wins."

The old Duke still couldn't believe it. He stared at me and asked, "Is he really your grandfather?"

I nodded: "Really, I'm not lying to you."

The old Duke didn't ask any more questions. He was a little disappointed. He drove his grandson to morning exercises and sat alone on the cold stone bench to sulk.

Seeing him acting like an old kid, Taylor and I looked at each other and smiled.

The old man walked up to him and comforted him. Seeing that the old man was still angry, he had to tell the truth in a dumbfounded way.

Taylor admitted frankly that I was not his biological grandson, but he recognized me.

After hearing this, the old Duke became even more sad.

All the grandsons he recognized were better than the one he raised. Once luck comes, there is nothing he can do to stop it.

Seeing that he was still angry, the old man was completely at his wits end and had no choice but to sit with him.

Fortunately, the sun is rising slowly and the temperature is gradually rising. Although there is still a slight chill in the air, it will not affect the health of the two old men.

If you are angry, you should not forget the business.

After the two old men had breakfast, they went to the palace with President Aoli who happened to be passing by.

Originally, I planned to go into the palace to talk, but I was stopped by Achilles, who was already waiting at the gate of the New Valiant Guild.

This guy is now developed. He is wearing heavy armor and looks majestic and murderous. If the heavy armor is painted gold, he will be almost like the gods in Greek mythology.

I took a leave of absence from the three bosses and joined the New Valiant Guild with Achilles. Come to the training ground.

Achilles said to me solemnly: "Xiao Yi, I have an ominous premonition."

"What premonition?"

"At the initial location of the disaster, there are even more terrifying magic fluctuations."