ps: I expected to change my status today. I never expected that it would not change. I overestimated the signing efficiency and made myself laugh at it.

Yag held his hands and was next to the dilapidated gate, looking upstairs from time to time. More than an hour had passed since Rock went upstairs.

Waiting is a torment, especially for an impatient person like Yag, but the waiting object is Rock, which is a different matter, he is willing to accept it.

For some reason, Yag always had an expectation in his heart, thinking that unexpected things would happen.

Even, gradually, he remembered the last time that Philey's hands suddenly recovered, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling himself that such a miracle happened because of Rock.

"I really hope it was brought by the adults, otherwise I wouldn't dare to see the doctor again."

When a person thinks quietly, he can always gain some gains and understand some truths, as long as you can calm down and convince yourself to see everything around you.

At this point, Yage is doing well at this moment. The one who is close to the vermilion is red and the one who is close to the ink is black. This is an easy-to-understand truth, which just explains everything.

Whatever the person you follow is like, you can get changes, whether good or bad, without an absolute dividing line.

When you are serious and focused, you often ignore some subtle changes. This is extremely fatal in certain specific things. From a distance, a figure of a Taoist stopped. This guy stayed there for a long time, his eyes directly pointed at the ancestral house, and there was a smell of badness among the visitors.

By the time Yag woke up, the figure had already disappeared, which meant that in his memory, no matter how things happened in the ancestral house.

"Yag, let's go." Rock walked out of the ancestral house with light steps.

"Okay sir." Yag's reaction was half a beat slower and hurriedly followed.

On the side of the mansion, Doggs was looking inside through an open door. This was a spacious study room, with neat bookshelfs filled with books, and the number was so large that it was comparable to a small library.

Whether it is the powerhouse or the nobles, they all have a common hobby, namely books, collections and territory. It can be said that this is a common problem between the powerhouse and the nobles in the land of Gerzwack.

Near the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a huge desk, and several thick chairs are arranged in an orderly manner around the desk, with the whole room in light blue as the main color.

"Come in, Doggs."

"Okay, sir." Doggs responded and walked in carefully, trying not to make too loud noises.

At the desk was a man in his fifties. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a fair-looking face, a goatee, and a gray shoulder-length curly hair that was separated from each other. At this time, he was rustling the documents on the desk with a quill.

Doggs stood not far from the desk, and he did not speak rashly, for fear of disturbing the other party's work.

"Doggs, tell me what you have, it seems that the town garrison is still too leisurely." Randolph stopped reviewing, took off his glasses, leaned against the back of the leather chair, and his eyes fell on Doggs.

"Hello, sir! The captain of the town garrison office, Dogus, said hello to you."

It seemed a little nervous, Doggs' voice trembled slightly. After performing the etiquette, he realized this and felt a little regretful, and he didn't even dare to look at Randolph.

"Ah, you're too nervous. Sit down, I'd love to listen to you." Randolph smiled slightly, not caring about his rudeness to Doggs.

"Thank you sir." Doggs breathed a sigh of relief. After calming down, he sat down softly.

Randolph seemed very patient. He knew that the other party needed to adjust himself and organize his words, so what did it matter if he gave him more time?

"Sir, a lot of things happened to Black Thorn Manor recently." Doggs said tentatively.

"So, has the security in the town been affected?"

"No."

Tatta.

"Since it has not been affected, Doggs, are you doing anything else? If not, it would be a waste of my time when you come to me today!" Randolph's face showed dissatisfaction, and his tone of speech increased a little. He knocked on the table hard a few times.

Doggs was a little restless in an instant. If he wanted to say who he was most afraid of staying with in Miral town, it was Randolph. This man had the aura of the superior, as if everything was under his control.

Even when facing his boss and the chief of the town garrison, Dogus can be fearless and even turn against each other.

"Sir, I met with Rock Black Thorns, the heir of Black Thorns Manor last night." Doggs knew how to talk to Randolph, that was to be honest.

"So that's why you gathered all the town guards at home? So many Gus, please tell me, did you decide long ago, or was it just an accident last night?"

Randolph's face did not change at all. What Doggs said was somewhat insufficient for him.

Hearing this question, Doggs hesitated for a while, but he quickly spoke: "Yes, sir, it was indeed an accident last night, but I helped Rock Black Thorn solve the problem. Later we chatted for a while and he spent the night at my house last night."

"This is your own personal matter, there is no need to tell me. As long as there is no problem with Miral's security, I don't have the time to care about those messy things." Randolph's face showed a smile.

"Sir, Rock Black Thorns have given tempting conditions, and I can't refuse."

If Doggs really believed Randolph, he wouldn't have to mess around. Miral could not hide his affairs from him, unless he didn't want to live.

"Enterprise is a good thing. Not only you, but I can't even exempt you. You did a good job and could communicate with me honestly. Doggs will do it. My bottom line is that there must be no problems with the security of Miral. After the matter is done, I don't mind you sharing the agreed conditions with me."

Tak, Tak, Tak.

Randolph stroked his beard, gently placed his left hand on the desk, and began to tap the table rhythmically, with a gentle look on his face.

"I understand, sir, don't worry."

"Very good, I won't leave you here for dinner. I heard that your wife has a good cooking skills. It seems that Mr. Rock is doing really well and is a lucky guy."

"Sir, then I'll leave first."

"Go, remember to bring the door."

After gently pulling the door of the study, Doggs finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt powerless. It seemed that there was nothing he could hide from Randolph.

After completely leaving the mansion, Doggs now just wants to find a place to have some drinks, and he already has a great place in his heart.

In the goblin tavern, Rock had a deep impression of it. Although he had only been there once, he had a chat with the powerful knight that time, which was enough to remember for a long time.

"grown ups."

Yag's face was a little solemn. At this moment, the lively street seemed to be full of danger. The goblin tavern was close at hand, just to his left.

But at this moment, Yag was not in the mood to meet the charming proprietress, who stood in front of Rock and the duty of guarding his travel followers.

Not far away, standing a thin middle-aged man with a slightly pale face and expressionless expression, but his eyes were deep and sharp.

Behind the middle-aged man, five swordsmen wearing standard leather armor were ready to fight. They all had a steady breath and their right hands were instinctively resting on their weapons.

When the pedestrians around him saw this power, they wisely chose to avoid it, and no one wanted to lead the trouble to themselves.

"Rock, we have to talk." The cold words came out of the middle-aged man's mouth.
Chapter completed!