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On a cloudy day in St. Trite, water vapor is everywhere. As the temperature rises, the water vapor rising from the surface will condense in the air.

It can become fog at a mild level, and can brew a heavy rain at a severe level.

From time to time, raindrops the size of peas fall down, and as long as there is a gust of wind, a downpour will come.

With a rain bag slung across his body and wearing a light brown plaid shorts and top, the newsboy carefully wrapped his coarse cloth clothes under a poncho made of dried white wax grass.

Walking across the slippery bluestone, he stumbled. In order not to stain his shorts, the newsboy followed the inertia and knelt on one knee.

Pain instantly bloomed on the little newsboy's face. The stubborn little guy gritted his teeth and held back the tears that were swirling in his eyes.

Not far away, under the awning of a vendor, several employees were gathering early in the morning. A cup of coffee for five dinars could give these employees at the bottom of society the experience of drinking high-end red wine.

"The newspaper is sold, the newspaper is sold!"

"Grand Duke Vasari is suspected to be seriously ill and has not met with officials from the city hall for two weeks!"

"Yesterday at the municipal meeting, city councilors and citizen representatives got into a fight. No less than 20 people on both sides were seriously injured, and more than 100 were slightly injured!"

"The Sea Tribe delegation visited the lighthouse post yesterday to pay homage to the heroic dead of the war between the two tribes! This is the Sea Tribe's official visit to Saint Trite in the past fifty years. Major General Wellington held a grand welcome reception on Lighthouse Island! For the sake of peace, Praise God!”

"The creator of whiskey, Count Cordo Extraordinary of York City in the Kingdom of Olanto, swore allegiance to the Grand Duke. Grand Duke Vasari dragged his sick body to complete the canonization ceremony. Lord Cordo Extraordinary was awarded the title of earl and settled in Hai Linglan County. , bestowed with the 'Helm of Freedom' ring seal. In addition, Feifan is the vice-president of the guild, Gu Lie."

Fishing is fast on a rainy day. Fei Fei is sitting on the "Black Pearl" in the middle of the lake, holding a fishing rod and being lost in thought.

Yesterday, the female officer of the Duke's Palace brought a legal document holding the troop deployment ring, which made Fei Fei feel a little guilty for his original intention of slandering the Duke.

The grand Duke Vasari invited Fei Fei to attend the "Duke's Recovery Reception", and Fei Fei agreed immediately. This made the female officer suddenly feel that Fei Fei was an upright person and the same person as the "greedy and cunning boy" described by the Grand Duke.

In the evening, Gulie and Francis returned to the castle, with Fatty driving the car, Gulie acting as the housekeeper, and Popova as the maid.

Dosta is big and easily attracts attention. Momir refuses to take off his mask to show his true face, so he is the only one who attends the cocktail party.

The earl can use a two-wheeled carriage, which is a symbol of status. If a few people drive a steam locomotive to a cocktail party, they will be looked down upon.

This was not good for the development of the Extraordinary Chamber of Commerce, so while enduring Francis' rough driving skills, Extraordinary remembered Eddie Hubert in York City, who was the high-level combat force among the coachmen. ·Hubert's hands are as smooth as walking on the ground.

When they arrived at the gate of the Duke's Castle, Fei Fei was separated from the three of them. Fei Fei was led to the dome hall. Fat Gulie Popova went to the side hall on one side of the hall, where drinks were provided specifically for the entourage of noble gentlemen.

Each of them had a sound-transmitting conch given by the Duke, so they had no worries about contacting them.

It was not yet time for the official start of the reception, and familiar people gathered in twos and threes in the dome hall.

Fei Fei casually took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray and walked slowly along the long table filled with food.

A whole woodland porcupine was placed on the corner of the long table. A few twitches of the extraordinary nose told you that the whole pig was roasted.

Next to it is the fire chicken that Feifan prefers. This high-level bird of warcraft has always been Feifan's favorite.

Walking and walking, chewing dried wind rabbits in the mouth, holding two "Fire Dragon Ice Fruits" in both hands, and occasionally encountering precious fruit delicacies, Feifan would save them in the golden space and bring them back for everyone to taste.

"I'm such a good person! I wonder if the maid at home is eating well!"

Not far from the long table, a young man standing next to the two ladies saw the extraordinary thing about searching for food.

"What a bumpkin from the country!" Walker Graver laughed contemptuously.

The two ladies followed Walker Graver's gaze and saw the extraordinary figure in a black tuxedo, but they could only see the back of him, the back of him gobbling up food.

The two noble ladies followed the mockery and tried their best to flatter the gloomy young man in front of them.

Walker Graver, the son of the president of the Freeport Mutual Aid Association, the most important thing is that he has a sword master grandfather.

The president of the Saint Trite Fraternity of San Dictto Facario is just a name. The Fraternity may sound like an organization at first glance, but it is not.

Strictly speaking, this organization is a combination of fraternity and fraternity.

Dictto Facario has been pursuing the improvement of his combat class all his life, and finally reached the ninth level at the age of less than fifty.

In order to continue to improve and move towards the legendary tenth level of God, Dictto Facario approached the Brotherhood and slowly became the president of the Brotherhood with his superb combat power.

This sword master never married in his life. On the day he reached the holy level, he adopted an orphan from an almshouse and trained him.

As a result, this disciple could only reach the level of a high-level swordsman in fifty years, which disappointed Dictto Falcario.

Fortunately, the disciple Walker's son, Walker Graver, became a sixth-level swordsman at a young age, which made the master swordmaster feel like he had a successor.

Dictto Facario was afraid that Walker Graver would follow in his father's footsteps, so he did not agree to Master Walker's request to become affiliated with the Holy Name.

On the surface, Walker Graver is still the beloved grandson of the Sword Master Grandfather, but privately he complains about this unrelated Sword Master Grandfather.

The two noble ladies had just quarreled with Fei Fei, when Fei Fei turned his head, and the two women were instantly entranced by the attack on his handsome profile with an ax and a chisel.

"What a handsome young man!"

"There are two ring seals on your hand. Which noble family are these?"

"Are there any other gemstone rings with such a big emerald?"

"The emerald ring is a blessing. Have you seen those two white rings? Those are space rings, tsk tsk. The color of the azure stone is cloudy. This is the best!"

A noble lady obviously had good vision, and she instantly pulled off the equipment on Fei Fei's hand.

Walker Graver secretly put his hands behind his back. After the failure of the last mission, the old Walker froze his son's expenses.

The purpose of Walker Graver's participation in the reception this time was to see if he could catch one or two ladies and provide him with a short-term meal ticket.

Nowadays, they are all confused by the "country bumpkins".

Moreover, this "country bumpkin" is worth a lot of money, and his whole body is full of wealth.

While the two ladies were infatuated, Walker Graver quietly leaned back and found a butler whom he had met twice in the Duke's Palace to inquire about extraordinary news.

"Are you talking about the silver-haired young man who gnawed the fire dragon ice fruit? Haha, you didn't read the Liberty Daily today, right? That is the Earl of Cordo, the Grand Duke's personal title, the master of the Cordo Mountains in Yorkshire, and the leader of the Extraordinary Chamber of Commerce. President, the 'extraordinary whiskey' you are drinking now is made by this earl, and the coffee, tsk tsk, just talking about it makes people feel that they have lived for so long in vain!"

"Look at people, you have to put one in your pocket to eat the dragon ice fruit, and put one in your pocket when you eat it! Ugh! You are so talented! Praise God!"