Duke of Grief

"Well, what is this for?"

Early in the morning, the civilians who lived by the wall saw two construction teams approaching the wall. After seeing them demolish the wall, they couldn't help asking.

Looking at the wall that is being demolished little by little, the civilians feel a little uneasy. This wall is very old. It has been renovated and repaired by the old duke many times. The walls have all been black, and it seems that It's dirty, but this wall left both traces of years and memories of their growth.

They haven't left Wind City in their entire lives. When they wake up every morning, they will see this mottled city wall. Below the wall, there are some pictures they carved out of stone.

So seeing the construction team demolishing the city wall, they suddenly panicked in their hearts for no apparent reason, as if they had lost something important.

"This is what the maid-grandmother told us," the worker who was asked smiled and pointed at the city wall. "We will first demolish the city wall, and then rebuild a new city wall, because the people in Wind City are getting more and more If there is more, there may not be enough space in the future, so we have to remove the city wall and replace it with a new, movable city wall!"

After listening to his explanation, the civilians gathered around the city wall opened their mouths slightly, followed his fingers and looked over to the wall that carried them and the countless memories of their ancestors.

However, the worker did not notice their strangeness, but continued to say excitedly: "Not only the west wall is to be demolished, but the north wall is also demolished. In the future, the west and north will be like the east Let’s build a new city! I heard that in the future, the city walls of Wind City will be able to be controlled as if it’s a kind of "fantastic lock". Next time, if you want to continue to expand, you don’t have to be so troublesome. The maid grows directly using magic Manipulation can make the city wall'long' out..."

Not many people heard the worker's words in their ears, although the voice echoed in their ears, but they looked at the wall and startled.

Nobles often don’t think about what the civilians under their control are thinking about — nothing more than boring!

Even noble nobles will not think about it. They will not understand what the people think and think. Unless there is any gossip that really appears, they will be angrily controlled by civilians.

The civilians and the nobility have a relatively clear affiliation, but they are like two parallel lines. The civilians live the days of the civilians, and the nobles enjoy the life of the nobility. There will be no intersection.

This is common sense in the world. In fact, even the civilians of the former Wind City think so, because they always feel that the old prince is too busy and will not have any intersection with them.

But after the black dragon inherited the title and territory of the old duke, one day they discovered that everything had changed--

It is difficult for them to imagine that there are even nobles like maid lords and lords in the world!

The businessmen and adventurers who came to Wind City from all over the country praised the city and the territory, because the rulers here are wise to them, the civilians.

Then after a while, until now, the civilians suddenly remembered that it had been a year and a half since the maidservant came to the city. In this year and a half, the city of Wind had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Those changes have made their life better. They don’t know how to thank the maidservant. Whether it’s the words on the mouth or the gratitude hidden in the heart, it’s hard to show their emotions, because the maidservant takes practical actions. To make their lives better.

No matter what the maid grows up for, maybe her purpose is to make the sad wind collar stronger, and making their lives better is just a means, or even a'by-product', but their days It has indeed become fulfilled, and it has also become rich.

Seeing that the city wall was demolished, their mood was a little complicated, but they would not complain.

For them, no matter what the maidservant does, or what she wants to do, it is ‘right’ and ‘correct’!

No matter what she wants to do, as long as she doesn’t want to hurt them, they will support them unconditionally. Like the residents who originally lived under the city wall, they signed the relocation contract without hesitation. They couldn't understand any of the words, and they had already picked up the ink pad prepared by the staff and pressed their fingerprints on it.

It’s just because that’s what ‘Maid Maid wants them to sign’ — that’s all!

…………

"Sir, this is your newspaper."

The newsboy took a brand-new newspaper out of the cross-body bag and carefully put the banknotes in another pocket.

Carrying a cloth bag, he turned to look at the school gate across the street. A look of envy flashed in his eyes, but he touched the money bag again, and he sighed.

Newspapers are not only sold outside bookstores and newspapers, but also in some pubs and hotels, but some people don’t choose to buy newspapers themselves, or they don’t want to go there.

In order to increase sales and take care of some children who cannot study, the "newsboy" was born in Wind City.

Buck was a newsboy. He licked the tooth that was supposed to be there, but he was no longer there. He licked his mouth and lifted his foot away from the place.

Carrying a cloth bag and walking through the crowd, Buck tipped his toes and shouted around: "Which gentleman or lady needs a newspaper?"

Buck, wearing a little hat and a pair of cloth shoes, turned for a long time, and finally sold out all the newspapers in the bag.

"Uncle Hawke, the newspapers are sold out!"

Walking into the newspaper office in Wind City, Buck sat on a bench in the front office of the newspaper office, took the bag off, put it aside, and wiped the sweat on his face with his hand.

"One morning!"

‘Hokke’ walked over with a cup of warm water and a cardboard, so that Buck took the money bag with a smile.

As usual, after counting the money in the purse, Hawke smiled and nodded, "Well, that's right! Buck, you are selling so fast, this is only one morning!"

Receiving what he deserves from Hawke, Buck puts the banknote in his hand and smiled on his face, "Thank you Uncle Hawke!"

After holding the money, Buck raised his glass and drank the warm water, wiped the water on his mouth, "Hoo, cool!"

Then Buck took the cardboard and wrote his name on the check-in form-this was taught by Hawke, otherwise he wouldn't be able to write.

"Uncle Hawke, bye."

Buck carrying a small cloth bag ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ walked out of the newspaper, smiled and waved behind him with a smile, and saw Hawke also waved goodbye to him, then walked briskly to the house.

He was not worried that there would be a gangster on the road to blackmail himself. Last time he was beaten with a tooth, and after two days, the money that was robbed was returned to him-sent by the police Here!

After that, he had no fear of being blackmailed and robbed by the gangsters.

He now has to go home to learn writing by himself, because he bought textbooks from bookstores. The content of the textbooks is very simple, just to teach people how to read, but for Buck, this is enough.

He usually reads some when selling newspapers, and it only took him more than a month to learn many words.

He has to save some more money, and when the school starts next school year, he will be able to send his sister to school, and in the future there will be a cultural person in the family.

With such a thought in his heart, Buck hummed the little tune that I didn't hear from, and walked forward in the sun--

Today is also a good day!