Chapter 717 Homecoming
For Paul, who grew up in the northwest bay, the winter in Jingyao was quite boring.
No matter in his previous life or in this life, he likes the kind of snow with goose feathers flying all over the sky. It is best to accumulate it on the ground so deep that it can reach the calf.
Whenever he encounters this kind of weather, Paul likes to light up a blazing fire indoors, set up a barbecue, or cook a hot pot that others think he invented, and enjoy the flames while admiring the snowy scene outside. The warmth and deliciousness of the food.
If coupled with the howling wind, the artistic conception will be even better. The outside environment is harsh, but the people inside are contented.
However, there were only a handful of people in Alda who could enjoy this kind of enjoyment. In the first few years, the living conditions in the entire northwest bay were not good. In the eyes of the southern nobles, it was a barbaric place. For civilians, the kind of heavy snow weather that Paul likes can be said to be an out-and-out natural disaster. At this time, a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled people will not be able to survive. For a time-traveler who comes from modern society and has a little bit of humanistic care, this time will be a bit conscience-stricken. After all, he is the local lord.
Fortunately, the economy got better later, and people no longer starved to death in winter, so Paul could devote himself to his little fun with peace of mind.
But compared to the Northwest Bay, the winter in Jingyao is a bit short. It rarely snows a few times, and it is not the wild style where the sky is filled with goose feathers, as if it is covering the world.
Paul misses his days in the Northwest Bay.
He put down the poker in his hand and stared at the falling snow outside the window, "Maybe I should go back."
Rodney Eighteen, who was struggling with how to play his cards, raised his head and said, "Why, does the environment in Jingyao make your stay uncomfortable?"
"No, Your Majesty, the environment here is very comfortable and the life is easy. It is indeed the best place in Aldo." Paul smiled, "If it weren't for the responsibility, I would really want to live here for the rest of my life." "Hypocritical cliché!" Rodney eighteen snorted. He said, "The environment I'm talking about is not only living conditions, but also... public opinion."
He sighed and stood up with a melancholy look on his face, "Recently, there have been some negative comments about you in Jingyao. An unfriendly conclusion. "
What the king said is true. No matter how quiet Paul is, he can still feel the storm outside. It can even be said to be a storm.
In the past, the Jingyao nobles' impression of Paul was more positive than negative, but recently it has declined sharply.
The turning point was the language reform proposal put forward by Paul. It was as if something was suddenly let out of the cage, and then ran around the world, planting seeds of hatred for the new Marquis in the hearts of many people. Bad impression.
“Marquis Graiman is trying to pollute our elegant Aldo language with those rude and vulgar country slangs.”
“He is indeed a barbarian from the countryside. If he cannot be refined, he will I want to bring everyone down to the same level!”
“This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy to destroy Aldo from the ground up!”
"He is as barbaric as those orcs who speak rudely and cannot write! It's too scary, can you say..."
Such remarks are becoming more and more widespread in Jingyao, and they are becoming more and more outrageous.
The content has even developed to the point that Greiman secretly cooperated with the orcs. His military victory in the northwest was just a deliberate move by the orcs, just to allow him to rise to the top of the kingdom and have enough influence to dig out The roots of Aldo culture!
Hearing this rumor, Rodney Eighteen was furious and sent his guards to send all those who spread such rumors to prison to reflect.
Due to the King's personal platform, the outrageousness of the remarks about Marquis Graiman has finally been reduced a little, but various doubts about him are still lingering. "I know, there must be someone behind all this." Rodney Eighteen said his guess bitterly, "Your huge military exploits and dazzling title, especially since you are still so young, probably make many people jealous. .”
"There are many controversies about you, but since the reform of writing, the opposition has suddenly become louder, like jumping off a cliff. There is no reason for this to be like this!"
Paul He was noncommittal, but he also had the same guess as the king.
“Perhaps it would be better for me to return to the Northwest Bay!” He looked at the king sincerely, “Your Majesty, I have basically finished sorting out the things you asked me to sort out. I hope those things can be used for your upcoming work. Reform provides some ideas. First of all, Arda and the Northwest Gulf are only a corner of the kingdom, and the successful experience there cannot be 100% applicable to other places. "
Luo. Denis 18 said with some frustration: "Are you finally going to leave me? Well, thank you for your hard work, and I will take your warning to heart."
The king decided to respect Paul's personal will and return to the northwest bay to avoid the limelight.
Besides, Graiman will have to go back sooner or later to organize military affairs and prepare for future counterattacks against the orcs. The earlier he prepares, the sooner he can counterattack.
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In the small oasis town in the desert, Alves staggered through the alleys with the support of his guard Marek.
“I can’t believe it, I really can’t believe it.” Marek said bitterly, “How could they do such an incredible job.”
Alves smiled bitterly: "What's unexpected about this? If I were sitting in that position, I would never let a person who knows most of my secrets leave my control."
"But... ...He is almost the one you watched growing up! And Mr. Aldrich, didn’t you dissuade him after decades of friendship?” Guard Marek’s tone was full of anger.
Just now, the master and servant who were running all the way north to this small town were attacked.
As a bodyguard trusted by Alves, despite Marek's superb martial arts skills, he was still unable to withstand the attacker - Sigrit, known as the Ice Witch.
His Royal Highness the prince actually sent such a close confidant with high combat power, which shows that he is determined to win Alves' life.
During the battle, an incoming ice spike nearly ended the maester. Fortunately, Marek had prepared a lot of things for this escape, so he immediately swallowed the forbidden medicine distributed by the secret society in the past. With the surge of strength, he threw the sword desperately, finally forcing the witch to temporarily evade, and then threw out a few smoke bombs. Under the cover of thick smoke, he carried Alves on his back and ran all the way to escape the pursuit.
“It’s useless to say all this!” Alves said weakly, “If she comes after her again, we won’t be able to do anything.” He took out a bag, “Oh, Marek , take the money and go on your own. I am too old to drag you down anymore."
"Don't say such depressing words," Marek frowned, "The witch is in control. Our original route from the Watcher's Fortress into North Aldo is not feasible, otherwise..."
"What?"
"Let's blend into the caravan and come from the prairie. Go around.”
Alves was surprised, "Round?"
Marek nodded, "I got some information from the merchants. It seems that there is a trading post opened by Aldo in the west of the prairie. ”