Chapter 209 Letter

Griffin Province.

An ordinary but poetically decorated carriage slowly drove into the sunny Sailin Manor.

The horses pulling the cart were also tied with brass bells, which jingled and clanged, causing the servants of the manor to look at them sideways.

"It's Miss Mary Ruth."

The housekeeper immediately stepped forward to greet him and said with impeccable etiquette to the carriage door: "Welcome to the distinguished Miss Mary Ruth."

"Hello."

The carriage door opened, and a pure and graceful woman smiled and waved, exuding elegance and whiteness. She picked up a thick book.

"The Poems of Everec"

"I came to see Miss Shirley to share some of my reading experience, and by the way, I returned this book. I really benefited a lot." Mary Ruth held the book in one hand, stretched out her right hand, put it on the maid's wrist, and got out of the car gracefully. "I also brought a painting to Shirley. I went to White Swan City to paint it. Could you please pick it up?"

"It's an honor."

A smile appeared on the butler's usually serious face.

Without even needing to be led, Mary Ruth quickly arrived at the left hall of the main building of the manor.

Shirley has been recuperating in the family manor since investigating the corpse tide in the Northern Province. She leaned against a huge long table and looked at the map on the long table with a serious expression. The map was filled with small flags and various chess pieces were placed closely.

"I knew it."

After muttering, Mary Ruth did not step forward rashly, but waited quietly with the book in her arms.

“There were too many displaced serfs and freedmen, and that was not a good thing.”

"Coupled with last year's locust plague in the three western provinces, and this year's flood of beasts... will farmers be restless?"

"Probably not. After all, they are unarmed. The demi-humans in the northeast are more threatening than the elves in the northwest."

After talking to herself for a long time, Shirley felt hungry. She raised her head and was about to call the maid when she saw Mary Ruth waiting at the door.

"Huh? Dear Miss Mary Ruth, no wonder the blue tits kept calling yesterday. It turns out it was you who was coming."

Shirley stepped forward happily and took Mary Ruth's arm: "Next time, don't wait, call me directly. Look, it's my fault that our lovely lady is tired."

"I don't want to disturb you. After all, you shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the empire." Mary Ruth said seriously, and then changed the topic, "Let's go to an opera performance."

"No, I still have to sort out the relics of the Survey Corps and deliver them to their families."

Speaking of this, the smile on Shirley's lips disappeared, and her eyes became slightly dull, as if she was lost in memories.

"I remember, didn't you say that the relic was lost in the North? It was found."

Shirley smiled and said, "Yes, Field from the Ross family found it specially for me and sent it back."

"Ouch~" Mary Ruth made a surprised look, "A knight who will go through fire and water for you?"

"A baron."

Shirley waved her hands with a helpless expression: "I got angry when I talked about him, and the letters he wrote to me almost made me angry to death. What I wanted was the situation of the rotting corpses, and he wrote a lot of them to me. Gorgeous words full of fantasy, although it is right to pursue me, but... you know. "

"You are such a workaholic, I don't understand."

Mary Ruth was embarrassed because she was stuffed with dog food for no apparent reason.

These words sounded very Versailles, and Mary Ruth sighed: "I envy you for being pursued by a baron. If I have this opportunity, I will definitely wait for the news of the carrier pigeon. At the ball, I can only meet nobles without fiefs. Even if If you have a fiefdom, the most you can do is a knight."

If the heir of a nobleman is not the first heir, his future life may not be so good.

Especially when the resources in the father's hands are already scarce.

His own children would probably not even be able to become knights, and would probably become knights' squires, and eventually become smaller and smaller and become free folk.

"Don't be so pessimistic, you are so beautiful, are you still worried that you can't find a good husband?" Shirley patted Mary Ruth's hand, "Don't worry, besides, Field doesn't own a fief, so you can claim the fief at night? Haha. "

"Uh, Night Territory? I've heard of it, but I've never been there. Is it as scary as described in the poem?"

Shirley rolled her eyes and thrust the letter into Mary Ruth's hand.

"Let me show it to you. You will know after you see it."

Mary Ruth immediately refused: "Huh? This is not in line with aristocratic etiquette, please don't tease me."

"Humph, there isn't much actual content. It just so happens that I need your help thinking about how to reply to the letter."

Shirley was interested in the imperial war, but she really didn't care about other things.

"All right."

Mary Ruth picked up the letter and read it over and over again. She was silent for a long time, and finally said sadly: "He must love you very much. Look at the affection between the lines. He must have written it while crying. He must not have you either in the night collar." It’s so bad, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to write something like this.”

She didn't know that the content of Field's letter was just an adaptation of European poetry from a previous life.

Shirley scratched her head in embarrassment. The suitor she was bragging about just now was purely made up by her. After all, it was really disgusting this time.

Field didn't even look at her twice.

"Please give me a reference on how to reply to the letter. My request is to tell me the trends of the zombie tide and all the situations happening in the Night Territory. This is crucial to the future of the empire."

"You are so rude." Mary Ruth rarely showed a sign of protest. She kept the letter in her heart, "At least give some emotional response. The other party is a baron, although the fiefdom is very bad."

"It's not good, and I can't say I like it. I just want to maintain the prosperity of the empire." Shirley hesitated, "Don't be affected by the stories in the poems. Reality and imagination are always very different. Field is One of the most standard nobles I have ever seen. He is greedy and stubborn, but the writing is just a bit disgusting. "

"Why are you scolding him!"

Mary Ruth was anxious.

"Yes~" Shirley rolled her eyes, "Come and help me write a letter, in the form of poetry."

The breeding farm of Yemuling is located in the northwest of the manor. As the scale expanded, it has been relocated twice.

The most numerous were war horses, which were more numerous than all other livestock combined. No more than ten war horses were purchased, and the other two hundred or so were stolen. This astonishing number can even shock the jaws of many nobles.

You must know that the price of a qualified war horse will not be less than twenty-five gold coins. Ordinary people cannot save that much in their lifetime. It is dozens of times more expensive than slaves, and it can be called an example of humans being inferior to animals.

Although some lame horses were killed, the daily consumption of fodder was a heavy burden for the Night Collar.

"It turns out that the giant wolf looks like this, not majestic at all, just like an enlarged Kesh prairie sheepdog."

Xia Luowei pointed at the new giant wolf, her eyes widened, and she talked about the homeland of the Zijin Empire.