"Lord, where have you been?" Emilys asked.

She smiled and looked no different from usual, but Rennes always felt guilty, as if there was something in her words.

Oshylia also had a bright look. She didn't speak, but put more pressure on people.

"I have a private matter, so I went out for a walk."

Renn pretended to be nothing and sat behind the desk. Emilys was skeptical, and the corner of Osliya's mouth moved slightly.

I go, they won't know, right?

Ren was not a little suspicious, but was thinking in his heart that he had clearly confirmed that no one was following him, how did they know?

Unless there is a leak on Fabian.

This wind elf is not strict!

Although I went to Pink Horse for the sake of serious business, a man secretly ran to that place, but when he came back, he said nothing, and I'm afraid no one would believe it.

It seems even more shameful to do nothing...

"Cough!" Renne laughed dryly, looked back and forth on the two ladies, and suddenly remembered, how could they appear at the same time?

In the castle, only Sikalius and Pansil had seen Osiria.

Emilys may have known Oshylia's existence, but she has never appeared in front of her.

"Did you know each other?" Renne changed the subject.

"Yeah." Emily nodded and replied, "Sister Xiliya came to find you just now, but you didn't see anyone, so I came to ask me."

Sister Xiliya... She called out so close, how long have you known each other?

Renn glanced at Oshylia. This giant dragon disguised as a human had a good impression of Emilis, the dragon-born apostle. The two were half of the same clan and should have intended to make friends.

Emilys doesn't look as pure as her appearance, she is very cunning, and can also be said to be full of scheming.

Obviously, she already knew Oxilia's part, Master Anxi's student, must have reached this relationship. With her intelligence and talent, she can easily win Oxilia's favor.

These two women are willing to fight and the other are willing to be beaten. The turtle is against mung beans, and they are in love.

Osliya turned her attention back to Rennes and asked, "Rennes, is it related to the nobles of Modu when you go out to do a serious business? What's the result?"

"I'm not sure, I'm going to wait for news."

Because Emilis was present, this matter had nothing to do with her and she didn't want to involve her, so Renn did not disclose the specific content and could only answer vaguely.

Osliya could understand, but Emilis was even more suspicious.

When Renn saw the color of her soul changing, he felt helpless. Now he couldn't wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

After that, I spent the next few days in peace.

Rennes is busy from morning to night every day, and except for meditation, he works all day to govern the territory.

Every official who enters the castle, regardless of his or her rank or position, will be interviewed by him personally to ensure that no one with ulterior motives will sneak in and must be loyal to himself.

Recruiting sufficient personnel, Renn immediately took over half of the property rights, counted the assets, and the order of the territory gradually got on track and returned to normal.

The mercenaries and centaurs of the Dragon Stone Mercenary Group were divided into multiple teams, stationed in multiple important locations in the territory, guarding ports and road checkpoints, carrying out public security in the territory, and patrolling regularly. The entire Glamorgan leadership completed the handover smoothly.

In less than a month after arriving from Rennes, he firmly took up the position of Earl of Glamorgan and became a veritable lord.

Moreover, it was publicly recognized by the Modu nobles.

This surprised countless people. A young man who had just reached twenty years old actually did what none of the past seven Earls of Glamorgan had done.

He forced himself to spit out the benefits they had swallowed from the mouth of the Modu nobles.

This is definitely a miracle!

Although Renn rejected everyone's invitation and had not appeared in official occasions in all walks of life in Modu, he is now the most popular figure in Modu and has become a topic of conversation for people after dinner.

After working at high intensity for ten days, Rennes was finally able to relax a little.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary librarian, and he had never even been a small leader. He became a lord in this life and finally realized that it was not easy to be a superior.

So many people are counting on you to make decisions, and just one word of your own may change the lives of tens of thousands of people and even take away some people's lives.

This kind of pressure is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Fortunately, I have the soul eye, which can easily distinguish other people's true feelings and attitudes and master their mental changes, which saves Rennes a lot of energy in personnel management and makes work easier.

In fact, he has little interest in managing the territory.

If Glamorgan hadn't received too much importance and had a very high value, and could have made huge fortunes of hundreds of thousands or even millions of gold shields every year, he would have wanted to quit.

The easiest way is to let the Duke of Silver Star send someone to take over the governance of the territory, and then become a hand-off manager by himself.

In this case, Glamorgan's tax revenue will definitely fall into the Duke of Silver Star.

He asked himself that he had not reached the point where he regarded the golden shield as dirt, so he could only work harder himself.

"Huh, the weather is so good!"

Rennes half lying on the balcony of the study, wearing loose clothes, and on the small table next to him were freshly squeezed juice and exquisite pastries, and the first breeze was blowing, feeling very comfortable.

From the balcony, with his eyesight, you can see half of the territory.

In the vast farmland, thousands of farmers are farming and sowing the seeds of the sky.

At the end of the field of view is the skyline of the high-rise buildings of the Six Deep Corner Commercial District. Looking up, the floating city of Wizerland is hanging high in the sky, which is spectacular.

After taking a sip of juice, Renne put his hands behind his head, feeling very relaxed.

If there is no prophecy, there is no need to investigate the mission for Master Anxi, nor do you have to fight to the death with others. Just continue to be a noble borer who exploits civilians, and the lord's life is still very beautiful.

Moreover, this will not delay the pursuit of extraordinary power.

If you spend a little time managing the territory, copy some things on the earth, and make a few more "inventions", you will be able to gain "money ability" in less than a few years.

I usually meditate and exercise, and take potions every day, so my soul power increases slowly.

If you want any demon soul, buy it. If you can’t buy it for the time being, you can also spend money to hire someone to hunt it down; magic equipment is no problem. As long as you have enough money, you will have the chance to buy epic equipment.

Transforming the golden shield into power is both relaxed and stable.

"What a pity..."

"Isn't it good to let him run such a beautiful floating city? Why would anyone have the idea of ​​it?"

Renn looked at the floating city and shook his head and sighed.

Sitting on another recliner next to him and reading a book quietly, Oshylia heard his words and did not turn around. She was about to speak when she suddenly looked at a corner of the balcony with a look of alert.

Ren also sensed the change and turned his head to see a translucent human figure appearing quickly.

It's Isu.

He quickly stopped the Rainbow Dragon in the casting of the spell: "Xilia, he is his own."
Chapter completed!