It doesn't matter what the lord is.

Fang Shisan asked:

"Doesn't it matter?"

He Yue replied:

"It's okay. I haven't told him yet. Just don't let him know that there was such a sum of money."

Fang Shisan nodded in agreement.

Speaking of Lide, He Yue couldn't help but ask one more question:

"By the way, what do you think of Lid?"

Fang Shisan closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and replied:

"[Ideal City Lord]."

He Yue put his hands in his sleeves, also leaning back in his chair, looking out the window, and said slowly:

"At the end of the year, the main sources of income for Yuxi City this year are nothing more than three. One is the property of the old nobles, the second is the demon breeding farm, and the third is the opening of the northern industrial base. These three points were basically done by Lid alone, and I was only responsible for completing and perfecting his ideas. He usually doesn't take care of things and delegates power to us, but he is very reliable at critical moments. Compared to him relying on us, we often rely on him."

Fang Shisan nodded.

He Yue continued:

"Sometimes I feel that our intelligence is far inferior to his. He has many novel ideas, and they are often very accurate. When Li Neng's army attacked this year, to be honest, I was a little panicked. This is my first year in office, and I am always worried that something will go wrong."

Fang Shisan smiled and said:

"Yes, a little. Besides, if Lid wasn't in Yuxi City..."

Fang Shisan raised his head, a look of melancholy on his face, and whispered:

“I feel a little lonely.”

He Yue blinked twice and sighed slightly, which was considered as his agreement.

But he was very good at adjusting the atmosphere, and soon said with a smile:

"I've approved an additional 400 men for you this time. Please spare my life next year. Starting next year, I should go to the four cities to inspect the scene from time to time. I'll leave the battle on the front line to you."

"As long as we have all the baggage, food, and military pay, we don't have to worry about the front line."

Fang Shisan's tone was calm and confident. After a while, she suddenly asked:

"Come to think of it, you are older than both Lid and I. Should I call you Brother He Yue or Sister He Yue?"

He Yue spat out the tea he was drinking.

He coughed a few times, looked helplessly at the smiling Fang Shisan, and said:

"As you like."

51. Favorite taste

"Weightless magic is the simplest magic, like wind, fire or lightning, it is just a simple transformation of magic power."

"The second is magic that has substance but no life, such as soil or water. It requires the use of magic to construct other substances, which is much more difficult."

"The most difficult ones are those involving life magic, such as wood magic. Making trees sprout and grow in a short period of time, creating a large number of vines, etc. This part is quite troublesome and consumes a lot of magic power. Even magicians with a high level usually don't use this kind of magic on a large scale."

In the mayor's mansion of Yuxi City, Fileta, dressed in a magic robe, held a book and spoke in a calm tone.

Sitting at a small wooden table, the brother and sister, Yama and Yaqian, were taking notes attentively.

"For example, the flower arrangement in this vase. If you use wood-attribute magic, you can do something like this."

She raised her hand and lightly touched the petals with her white fingers.

The yellow flower, which had turned yellow and withered, seemed to suddenly have new vitality, and slowly began to recover its delicate and beautiful appearance, and finally completely returned to its most beautiful state. There was a small bud on it, and Fileta also touched it, and the bud suddenly bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yama and Yaqian both stared with wide eyes, watching the changes in the flower arrangement.

Fileta was not surprised at all, she lowered her hands and continued:

"So, below the third level, it's better not to touch magic that involves life. Also, even magic cannot revive a person, so never try this. I plan to tell you about this part in two to three years. For now, your learning content will focus on the second stage."

"Let's stop here for today's class. I'll leave the homework for you. The next class will be after the New Year, so don't slack off during the Spring Festival. Even if you can't use magic every day, you should always remember the chants and magic circles, and leave a mark in your mind. That way, you can speak fluently when you use them without stumbling."

Yama and Yaqian nodded hurriedly like chicks pecking at rice.

Yama had been learning magic with Felita for a longer time, while Yaqian had only recently started learning these things with her brother. Although she still couldn't understand a lot of it, she also tried hard to remember those difficult and obscure pronunciations. Sometimes, if she was lucky, she could use a small fire magic, although it was probably only as small as the tip of her little finger.

Fileta put away the magic book in her hand and left the classroom calmly and gracefully.

Behind her, Yama and Yaqian both breathed a sigh of relief.

"I feel like Fileta-sensei is really strict... She's a very powerful person. How should I put it? She's the kind of person who has a hard time getting close to others."

Ya Qian was collecting the papers on the table while sighing quietly.

Yama replied disdainfully:

"Does Master need to get close to anyone? Master is so arrogant, it's normal for him to look down on everyone."

Powerful and beautiful, this is a magician.

Yama had seen Fileta use magic a long time ago, even though he was still very young. He remembered that when he was just old enough to remember things, he had seen Fileta standing on the city wall, holding up her magic wand, and killing all the demons under the city wall. At that time, Yama was full of admiration for Fileta, so being able to become her apprentice was something Yama was very proud of.

What he didn't know was that after Fileta left the classroom and returned to her room, the first thing she did was to close the door.

She gently unbuttoned her magic robe, and the soft satin robe slid to the ground.

"Ah... Master..."

She quickly got under the bed, dug out a haori, and buried her face in it.

Sniff hard. Rub hard. Feel with all your heart.

Then, unlike the stern look during the lecture, her eyes gradually became blurred. Her rosy cheeks pressed against the men's haori, and as her breathing became more and more obvious, Fileta hugged a ball of clothes tightly, curled up into a ball, and a happy smile spread across her face.

But not long after, she staggered to her feet again, sniffed lightly, and muttered to herself in disappointment:

"The master's scent has dissipated..."

Clothes that have been worn a few times don't have much odor, not to mention that Alaiya is always diligent in washing clothes. After rubbing and hugging for several nights in a row, it is normal for the original smell to dissipate.

But Fileta seemed to have experienced something extremely painful. She inserted her ten fingers into her pure white hair, stared with wide eyes, and sat on the edge of the bed. She muttered to herself, and her eyes were completely unfocused.

"No... If it doesn't have the master's scent..."

"If there is no smell of the master..."

"If there is no smell of the master..."

Fileta's head shook from side to side, her neck seemed to be broken. She clenched her haori tightly, and the intervals between each breath became longer and longer. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something. She quickly stood up, put on her robe again, put on her magic hat, and ran out in a hurry.

At this time, Yama and Yaqian were just about to leave the City Lord's Mansion, and the two sides were only separated by one house.

Yama was carrying a small cloth bag and said:

"Master, she will never bow down to anyone, she will never submit to anyone. Because she is like a god in the sky, always high above."

Yaqian nodded, not quite understanding.

At this time, Fileta had already rushed to the city master's bedroom and turned the neat sheets into a mess. She quickly opened the closet, opened the drawer, searched left and right, and finally found a folded quilt in the closet. Fileta dragged the quilt to the bed almost in the blink of an eye, and jumped on it, skillfully holding one end of the quilt and rolling, and was directly wrapped in it.

She took a deep breath until her lungs could hold no more air.

The expression on his face suddenly became filled with joy.

The feeling of being wrapped in happiness, the feeling of being in paradise.

Fileta rolled around happily on the bed.

The long snow-white hair became messy.

The image of a total stay-at-home type.

Even more than that.

The magic hat was scattered on the ground. Fileta bit her index finger gently, and the tingling feeling left a clear mark in her mind. When the feeling of happiness gradually began to cool down, Fileta began to close her eyes and slowly recalled the complex magic she had memorized, strengthening the imprint in her mind. But she often collapsed on the bed halfway through, smiling foolishly.

Fortunately, this scene was not seen by anyone.

52. Who can understand this?

King's capital.

That night, when Alayya, Bai Huang, and Heji and I left Tamros's house, I always felt that there was something fishy going on. I couldn't really tell why, but I just felt that Tamros and the others were too calm. When I rejected Tamros for the second time and left the garden, he didn't even try to persuade me to stay.

This is just like bargaining in a clothing store. When the buyer starts to ask "a little cheaper", the seller will say "Oh, my clothes are of good quality and cost a lot, so they can't be any cheaper". Then the buyer starts to come forward and be polite, saying "Where are you from? Oh, actually we are from the same hometown. Please give me a cheaper price for the sake of being from the same hometown. Besides, I bought it cheap this time, so I will come again next time". The seller will then say "It really can't be any cheaper. If it is any cheaper, I will lose money. It's not easy for me to run a small business". Both parties are proficient in various rap skills, and when rap doesn't work, the buyer will most likely use his trump card and turn around and leave. When he reaches the door, he will definitely be stopped -

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a discount."

What if you weren’t called?

That only means that, for the seller, this customer is not worth paying a higher price to retain, and he has already found another way out.

I didn't want to get anything from him, I just thought it was a little weird.

But I didn't expect that tonight, Bai Huang and I would encounter an assassination attempt. Of course, this assassination didn't cause any trouble, after all, I noticed it in advance, and then I used the excuse of going to the toilet to lead away the two people who were quietly following behind, and launched an attack without hesitation at a corner, easily eliminating the three people who were chasing us. It only took the time to go to the toilet, and Bai Huang and the others didn't suspect anything. Only Alayya noticed that the wound on my arm had burst open, and blood seeped through the bandage.

I just said that I slipped when I was using the toilet, and in order to avoid falling into the pit, I had to hold on to the wall hard, which caused the wound to split.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I returned to Xuanqing Palace. After all, this is the royal palace, so it is relatively safe. Although I slept with Alayya in my arms that night, I remember that I slept very badly. Sometimes I would turn over and press on the wound and it would hurt.

When I woke up with a start, Alayya in my arms would wake up too, so many times a night we lay in bed looking at each other.

In the early morning, Alayya changed the medicine for me again. It was the herbal medicine Qingyun gave me, and applying it could make people sober instantly.

To be honest, the wounds this time were much lighter than the last time I was stabbed by the three people from the Lingwu Lord's [Hidden Guard]. Although it looked a bit scary, it was not life-threatening at all. After all, Kaeya was only at the fifth level of swordsmanship. If I didn't let him go, his sword wouldn't even touch me. The wounds from the stabs looked scary, but they were actually not a big problem.

A true swordsman's sword energy can cut flesh and bones. When the sword passes through the skin, it does not just make a cut, but can directly shred a piece of flesh and blood, and break bones into several pieces. That kind of injury is difficult for even gods to save. After one sword strike, the opponent is basically dead or disabled. Therefore, when the strength is similar, no one dares to take such a sword with his flesh and blood.

But Kaeya was different. His sword could only make deep cuts, but it couldn't actually cut through the meridians and tendons. At best, it would just cause bleeding. It was painful, but as long as the aorta was not cut and the bleeding could be stopped in time, there would be no sequelae, and he would be a brave man again in a few days.

With Alayya by my side, I managed to regain a lot of energy that night.

People can always cheer up when they are around things or people they like. Just like my sister used to doze off every time she was studying, but when she watched a superhero movie, her eyes would open wide with a look of longing. I am almost the opposite, I can still read a few books, but I get a headache every time she pesters me to go to the cinema to watch a movie.

It's the same now. The feeling I get in the capital is really terrible. It's not that I can't handle the situation here, but compared to sleeping until I wake up naturally every day in Yuxi City, this kind of life is simply exhausting.

So during today's free time, I just lay in the room and rested.

Alayya sat in a chair and looked through the two sword manuals Qingyun gave her.

Although he was reading very seriously, the words "I don't understand" were clearly written on his face.

I got up from the bed, walked behind Alayya, and asked:

"How does it feel?"

Alayya tilted her head and replied:

"Master, it's like you're reading a divine book."

"So difficult? That bastard Qingyun is not trying to trick me on purpose. I have already completed half of the disciple ceremony for him, but the things he teaches are still so difficult to understand. I feel like I am at a big loss."

I took a sword manual from Alayya and glanced at it.

There is nothing much to say about the sword manual itself. I roughly understood what it was talking about after reading it for a while. It is a long-winded process of cultivating the noble spirit, which is more like meditation and enlightenment than sword practice. However, this is indeed the path that people take, so naturally this is the way to practice.

I returned the sword manual to Alayya, but I didn't plan to teach her this part personally.

Although I can roughly understand it, it would not be a good thing for Alayya if I had to do everything.

So I pretended to be angry and said:

"I don't understand! What is this? Did anyone learn it? Even Picasso is not so abstract. Throw it away! Let's go find Qingyun right away and don't want him as our master anymore... But how can we take back the disciple gift after we've made it? Oh, just ask him to make one for you."

Alayya quickly took the sword manual back, put it away carefully, and said:

"You'd better keep it. If I can also reach the tenth level of swordsmanship, I can protect the young master."

I smiled.

The tenth level of kendo.

If that day comes, Alayya will no longer be a talented female swordsman from Yunyang, but a treasure of the whole world, a real intangible cultural heritage. Coupled with her breasts that are a national 5A-level scenic spot, she is a rising star in Yongtian Kingdom.

Think a little excited.

Alayya put away the sword manual, but after a while, she took it out again reluctantly and read the words on it in a low voice.