My Daughter is So Amazing

　　Roll bumped on the pickup truck for three and a half days. Except for the necessary meals and rest, he was almost non-stop along the way. It took a total of nearly a week and finally arrived in a city in the fertile valley: Sweet Frost City.

The driver who drove was a local, enthusiastic, talkative, and shrewd. He chatted with Roer along the way, describing the precautions and customs of the fertile valley, but he didn't say a word, let alone ask Roer's purpose and purpose. The two get along very well.

　　 Finally, he took Rohr to the door of a trustworthy hotel, greeted the boss, and it was time for parting.

　　 "Mr. Roll, if you are still willing to take my car when you return, you can ask this boss to contact me."

　　 "Okay, thank you, you are the best tour guide I have ever met in this world."

　　Rol also said sincerely, and shook hands with the other party.

　　 "If you need a new guide, you can also talk to your boss, I promise he will introduce you to the most reliable candidate."

　　 The driver said, and got back into the car.

　　 "Thank you, I will consider it."

　　Rol said, waved his hand, and the two separated.

　　 The driver was supposed to leave directly, but a hesitation and entanglement appeared on his face. Finally, as if he had gathered up his courage, he slapped his horn and stopped Roll, who was about to enter the hotel.

　　 "Mr. Roll, I also have a daughter, who just turned 8 this year, she is very cute, she lives in the town of Zaza not far from here..."

　　 He hesitated to speak and stopped, but he didn't finish speaking, but Rohr had guessed the general idea from the look in his eyes and expression.

　　He is afraid that the conflict that may break out here will affect himself and his daughter...

　　 This is an emotional communication that only fathers can understand.

　　 can be arranged by Princess Anya's butler to be the guide. The driver obviously knows something, and he also understands that Rohr can't be an ordinary villager, but he dare not say more.

　　 Those words before, I am afraid he has been holding back for a long time, right?

　　 Every father is not easy.

　　Roll sighed and walked into the hotel.

　　 The boss has prepared a clean room for him, and then asked in a less standard imperial language:

　　 "Do you need to help you deliver lunch to your room?"

　　 Luo Er was taken aback for a moment, then realized that the world does not only speak one language, but the driver's imperial language is too good, giving him this illusion.

　　 "Okay, send it to me later."

　　 Roer slowed down as much as possible to prevent the other party from not understanding, and then asked:

　　 "Are there many people who speak Imperial language here? Do I need to hire an interpreter?"

　　 "Most people in the city understand. If you don't go, you don't need those rural areas."

　　 The boss replied in an awkward imperial language.

　　Roll nodded, and then inquired about the prices and expenses here.

　　 "One day, 5 east, including meals, and your donkey's, feed."

　　 "50 East, there is, in the city, the most beautiful girl..."

　　 The boss said while gesturing numbers with his hands, and finally gave him a ‘knowing’ smile.

　　Roll also has a bottom in his heart. The prices here are cheaper than Yorktown, the most remote of the empire. East is still a particularly hard currency, so there should be no need to worry about insufficient money.

　　Of course, girls don’t have to...

　　He went back to the room and had a lunch similar to the Empire. The taste was unexpectedly okay?

　　 Then, he lay back on the bed, and while relieving the fatigue of the journey, he sorted out the information provided by the driver along the way and the various situations he saw in his head.

The ruling regime here, called the Principality of Morde, is part of the sacred United Kingdom in name and jurisprudence, but because of its special location and geopolitical influence, it is not under the influence of the United Kingdom, and its citizens are not recognized. It is more like That kind of dispensable tasteless subject country.

　　At the same time, empires, barbarians, alien races, etc. are secretly supporting forces and agents here, and the entire fertile valley is basically torn apart.

　　 Like this Sweet Frost City, it belongs to the forces fostered by the empire, so the imperial language makes sense here.

　　 "Obviously the site is quite large, the population is not small, the product resources, hydrology and climate are good, it should be a truly fertile treasure, but it has become this dilapidated look..."

　　Roll sighed again in a low voice.

　　He came all the way from the imperial capital, and he felt the feeling of traveling through time and space again, as if suddenly from a thriving civilized world to a primitive and backward savage land.

　　 He has witnessed many scenes where the people don’t live their lives. When passing by those villages, there are always people in rags who look at their pickup trucks with curiosity and fear.

　　 will become like this. The historical reasons are unclear in a few words, and Roer has no intention of studying it. He is just looking for his daughter, not for charity.

After a nap, he left the hotel and wanted to go out for a stroll, but before he took a few steps, he was surrounded by a large group of dirty children, one after another, reaching out and speaking some local dialects that he didn't understand~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Rohr's attitude is very firm, he will not give anything, and then he hurries back to the hotel, finds the boss, and asks him to help find a guide.

After a while, he hired a local young man named Zaza with a “high price” of 2 East per day. He also spoke fluent Imperial language and said he was familiar with most of the fertile valley. .

　　 However, if you want to leave Sweet Frost City, you have to add money! Double it!

　　 "You are right not to give those children things. If you do, you will have to take out all your things in the end, and you will be remembered by some unkind people."

　　 "Are you really not going to find a woman? With your generosity, the women here will fall in love with you like crazy!"

　　 "Need me to recommend it for you? People from eight to eighty years old..."

　　 Zaza walked around the street with Rolle, while giving him the ‘customs and customs’ of popular science. He was very enthusiastic and was obviously very satisfied with the high-paying job.

　　 "No, I am more interested in ancient ruins. Where should I go to find out?"

　　 Roel declined the other party's kindness, and asked directly.

　　 But the guide showed a puzzled look on his face, and asked:

　　 "Sorry, I didn't understand too much, what did you just say in ancient times?"

　　 His confused look is not a disguise, he really doesn't know.

　　 Luo Er is also a bit speechless. He knew about the ancient ruins from far away in the empire, but the locals here didn’t know anything?

　　 This is a bit troublesome, he seems to overestimate the flexibility of news in such backward areas...

　　 There are no telegrams in places like this, and news blocking is normal.

　　How do I find my daughter now?