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After saying this, Mo Da's gloomy face relaxed. His vigilance decreased slightly.

"Get up."

Hearing that the general actually "intentionally let" Ink Yan's butler Cong immediately exploded, repeatedly reminding him.

"General, he's talking nonsense! "He's just trying to cover up his bad intentions by flattering me!"

"General, you shouldn't and can't believe his lies!"

Mordor did not reply, but only gazed at Ink Yan.

Almost as soon as Butler Cong's protest was heard, Ink Yan gave him a long list of names.

"Tasmer, 20 years old. Born of the Beryl tribe, she was beautiful. Due to his father's unwillingness, he was reaped by the general after his family was destroyed the year before yesterday …

"Gu Ertao, 15 years old, of the Gaoli race. His body was stained with a strange fragrance. The dance was graceful. It was a gift from the general when he sent the monarch back home last year...

"His Monolith Expanse, 18, born in a hundred colors …"

When Housekeeper Cong first heard of this, he was still rather contemptuous.

He was clearly talking about flattery, why did you recite the background of the woman in the general's backyard for?

Following which, just when Butler Cong was still thinking that Mo Yan had messed up the target, he arrogantly waited for Mo Yan to find her own path to death.

At this time, the corner of Ink Yan's mouth raised as she spat out the last name.

"Alleyn [1] Cong, 55 years old. He was born of the Fallen Sky Wolf Alicia Clan, and his original identity was the Young Patriarch. After that, because I acknowledged you as my servant when you were young and my clan was exterminated, I decided to acknowledge you as my clan's master. "

In the blink of an eye, Butler Cong's wrinkled face froze as the astonished look in his eyes was clearly imprinted in his eyes. However, in the blink of an eye, his astonishment was replaced by shame and anger! His old face was burning with pain!

"Stop it!"

"Stop it!"

Housekeeper Cong suddenly screamed out, his hands covering his ears as his entire body trembled. It was as if in just one second, he had returned to his childhood and had to face the unbearable past once again.

Thus, Ink Yan shut her mouth.

Morda looked specifically at Ink Yan. She realized that even if she had the upper hand, she would not seize the opportunity to pursue and strike while she was down. One could see the foundation of his character. He thought back on their previous confrontation. Both sides stood at the top.

However, a humble 49 could actually paralyze the butler. Then it was suggested that a beautiful woman represented the honor of a man. Mordah had an incalculable amount of honor for a woman with a full yard. This speech was both novel and interesting. At the same time, it gave him an inexplicable sense of pride and satisfaction. It also made him underestimate the intentions that he might have for his concubine.

As for Ink Mist, who seemed to be in a weak spot, she was completely silent at this moment. Her eyes were determined, as if she was born to be proud that she was in charge of me. Subconsciously, it added a bit more psychological pressure to the furry steward.

In just three minutes of conversation, he had already used the method of inviting the Emperor into the urn, changing the pillars secretly, and then using the support of the empty city to arouse suspicion. When he got to the point where he felt dizzy, he suddenly went all out! The enemy was instantly disintegrated to the point of losing all their fighting spirit!

"A talent!"

For the first time in his life, Mo Da praised her.

However, his praise had fallen into the ears of the steward, and it naturally meant something else. The general wanted to give it all to him!

No!

How could an outsider replace someone who had worked for decades?

Butler Cong panicked. He couldn't wait to say something to lower Ink Yan's position in the general's heart.

However, when he was about to open his mouth, a strong feeling of helplessness welled up from the bottom of his heart!

He had just lost so much face in front of the general. What could he do to restore some of his dignity at the end?

As expected, this thought lasted less than a second, before Molda left with a word, taking away Butler Cong on the spot.

Only Molda and Ink Yan were left at the scene.

The two of them stood on the path to the backyard, one in front of the other, facing each other. The night wind whistled in his ears. He lifted the corner of the thick robe Mo Da was wearing, and also blew out the hair on Mo Yan's forehead that wasn't tied tightly.

There was no more so-called brilliance. Normally, it wouldn't be convenient for him to just say something, but now, he finally found the opportunity to do so. Molda was the first to speak.

"What the hell are you looking for me for?"

"I want money."

Ink Yan openly stretched out her hand.

"When I promised to give the general six years of military spending, I made an agreement with him. When the money arrives, I will use it to form a business group and plunder the resources of the neighboring countries for the general. I wonder if the general remembers now? "

Morda nodded.

It was a decision he had made after much deliberation, and he had even offended his partner, the Prince of the South, for it. Of course he remembered. However, he agreed happily and accepted the money. When it was time to keep his promise, Morda was in a bit of a predicament.

"49, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. I have no money now. "

Nani?

Hearing the word "money", Mo Yan's eyes almost fell to the ground! Just by pointing at Morda's storehouse full of silks and silks, he asked if this wasn't money.

However, the words that came out of her mouth were forcefully changed.

"General, do you really want to start a war and use a huge price to plunder the neighboring countries?"

Morda said no.

"Then why?"

"The day before yesterday I saw you with outstanding grades. I sent a special letter to Sirius and mentioned you to my father. I've also given you a special account of your willingness to contribute to the business of the Sirius. I hope to receive father's full support. "

"However, my father told me. The nearest royal treasury of the Sirius family was empty. The prairie was hit by hail last year, and forty percent of the cattle and sheep died. The commoners were almost full. The business cycle is a bit long. "So …"

"So the Imperial Advisor intends to convert the capital into food to help the victims?"

Following Molda's logic, the Ink Mist naturally came to a conclusion. He was willing to settle some accounts while at the same time.

"According to the current price of food. Six years of big military expenditures could probably buy food from 150,000 people in the Heavenly Wolf Country for 50 years, with two big iron pots for each family, ten sheep or even a cow. "

"After that, the Imperial Advisor issued a recuperation order. Let every family eat and drink to their fill and quickly have children. In less than ten years, shouldn't we double the size of the Heavenly Wolf Army? "

Molda's eyelids could not even blink! His heart was in complete shock! It was all for the sake of Ink Yan's speculations.

If this was just a joke, then whatever! However!

Morda opened his mouth with some difficulty, strongly suppressing the unspeakable awkwardness in his heart as he spoke.

"I clearly didn't say the rest. "If I may ask, how do you know that he is only a slave and is still in the Big Dipper?"