Although he was a little upset, Brad still felt accomplished when he saw the Death Wings standing at the top of Azeroth that put down his figure and praised him so much. Although he did not have much power, he was already a powerful player in terms of overall strength. In terms of influence, no one in the league can compare with him except the dead Lothar. In Azeroth, a world where male and female relies on overall strength, he is also a powerful figure.

Seeing Brad pondering, Duke Presto struck while the iron was hot and said: "Of course, this is a preliminary plan. If the marshal has any requests, everything is easy to discuss."

"Okay, I will think carefully, but it will take some time. I really don't have the time to focus on things that have little to do with me." Brad raised his head and said seriously.

"I understand. I heard that the Marshal will hold a wedding soon. I guess the Marshal can't wait." Death Wings said with a smile.

Brad laughed and said, "According to my original plan, I will naturally hold the wedding more grandly. But Aurelia said she didn't like it, just hold a family dinner to be simple. So, no invitation was distributed to the public, and I hope the Duke will forgive me."

Deathwing drank the wine in the cup and said, "I didn't expect that the lady began to consider the marshal before she married into your house. How could I blame such a good wife? However, although I am not a human being, the gift will still be delivered to your territory."

"No, the Duke doesn't have to spend money. We really want to hold a simple wedding." Brad quickly refused.

"Haha, it's not a valuable thing." Death Wings smiled mysteriously and said, "Marcenary still remembers the fragments I gave to you last time. When I was sorting out the box recently, I found another one. I believe that the Marshal will definitely be interested."

"Bastard." Brad cursed in his heart. The fragment was obviously a piece of his heirloom. He had never made up one piece and had no clue. Unexpectedly, this guy had hidden one piece. If he hadn't needed his help this time, he might not have let himself know that he had such a piece of fragment in his life. The more important question is, who can make up a heirloom and the pieces in his hand? Maybe Death Wings have other pieces.

"Duke don't worry, I will give priority to your advice." Brad can only do it perfunctorily now.

"Then please, Marshal." Deathwing stood up and said, "Then I will say goodbye. I will invite Katrana to a day off and will return to the Marshal's side tomorrow to wait for the dispatch."

Brad looked at the back of Death Wings and was slightly ecstatic. Death Wings were too dangerous and had to eliminate the danger as soon as possible. Otherwise, Brad would be very upset when he was not in his control.

"Let's go, sir, why are you stunned? Do you really want to be like what they say?" said a slim figure, also wearing a cloak, walked to Brad from the darkness.

Brad was stunned and asked subconsciously: "That kind of person?"

The man put thirteen gold coins on the table, pulled Brad up, and said while tidying up his wrinkled cloak: "You can bring three golden flowers of Wind Walker, mother and daughter flowers, bareback and the Duke of the Baron and the Duke of the Baron, or something else."

Brad said with a wry smile: "You don't know how I am, it's all a false thing."

"I really don't know this. Look at what they said. Even I, a woman, is so excited. Let's not say it's you." Aurelia took Brad's arm and walked out, while whispering: "San Jinhua, tsk, I can't say how my second sister is doing to you, but the younger sister, the one who talks about the most is her brother-in-law. Whenever she talks about you, her eyes are brighter than me."

"If you believe me, I really don't have this idea. I like you the most, okay?" Brad felt guilty but shouldn't have said lustfully. As a man, although he was quite happy about so many scandals, he even felt that he shouldn't have pictures flashed through his mind at some point, but he wouldn't admit it even if he killed him.

Aurelia looked at Brad with a smile and said quietly: "Is that true? On the way back, what are those strange sounds every night? Don't tell me that you and Braumuks don't know."

"Ahem." Brad almost fell. He had thought for a long time that with Aurelia's strength, it was impossible for him to not notice the strangeness between him and Braumux at all. Now it seems that Aurelia had known it a long time ago, but it was not pointed out.

Brad gritted his teeth and hooked Aurelia's waist, blocking Aurelia's lips with his mouth. Aurelia beat Brad behind her for a few strokes and then obediently hugged Brad.

The two of them kissed each other in the tavern, amid the whistles and teasings of countless people in the tavern. Both of them forgot their environment and only had their own existence in their eyes.

After a long time, the two of them split their lips. Aurelia gasped quickly, and Bandbrad pulled his hood and held Brad's arm again.

Brad licked his lips reluctantly, glanced at his delicate face, and then said, "Let's go back and see if Sal was trained by Braumux."

After Brad returned to Lordaeron with his army, he started a training program for Thal. Bradmux volunteered to be Thal's teacher as an epic warrior. After learning how to train a gladiator, Brad revised the training program for several days after researching it.

What he wants to train is the future tribal chief, not a simple general. So Thrall's training is a bit perverted and even a bit cruel. Every day's training requires almost all the physical strength.

In the morning, Braumuks taught him skills in the afternoon, and in the evening, he had to learn cultural knowledge. He was full of every day. According to Taresha, the training volume here was greater than when he was in the castle. If the diet was not much better than there, the people here were very good to him. Thal even thought he had returned to the dark Dunholder.

On the training ground of the Lord's Mansion, Thrall was waving his weapons again and again to chop the dummy. His clothes were wet with sweat, and sandbags were tied to his arms and legs.

Taresa looked at Thrall with a towel and water with heartache, thinking about going over, but she didn't dare to disturb Thrall's training.

Dalian was wearing a cloak and holding a hot glass of steaming cider in both hands. He gloatingly looked at Sar who was sweating profusely on the edge of the training ground and said, "Sister Mori, how long do you think Sar can last? I bet that he will definitely fall down if he can't hold on for an hour this time."

Xiao Moli also wrapped her body with a cloak made of precious fox skin. She put a dried fruit on the ground and asked Xiong Daxiong to compete for it. She said boredly: "Uncle told me that Saar will become an amazing hero in the future, so I think he must have lasted longer than yesterday. It must be more than an hour."

"Okay, then we'll bet. If I win, you'll lend me the car you made for ten days after the Marshal came back." Dalian said with his eyes shining. Brad specially made a small sports car for Little Moli for Little Moli. Although the speed was limited, the shape was very cool. Little Moli would drive out to show off every day, and he had been drooling for a long time. But Little Moli regarded it as a treasure and was not allowed to touch the car except for her own pet.

Although he got news from Aunt Morgana that the military factory is being reorganized and intends to produce small cars specifically for children, he is still in the demonstration stage. I don’t know when it will be produced. Since he got used to making cars in Jade Collar, he has been deeply disgusted with carriages and other things in his own territory. He dreams that he has a small car.

But the reality is that although he is the lord's son, he is treated differently from a princess like Xiao Moli who is spoiled by Brad. Not only him, most lords are different from ordinary nobles. The lord's son is just a little better than ordinary people, but basically no money.

Although Jade has received monthly money, she usually spends money and doesn't have enough money to buy a motorcycle, let alone a car. Even his brother, who has learned the Way of Holy Light with Moore, is equipped with an old motorcycle. He is like a baby, polishing it brightly every day, and secretly picking Sister White out of the monastery for a ride. He doesn't know how envious he is.

Xiao Moli tilted her head and thought for a while and said, "Then if you lose, you can help me go to White. Myen's sister borrowed her pink pearl necklace, and I'll wear it for ten days."

Dalian thought that Sister White loved her the most and just borrowed a necklace. It should be fine, so he said, "No problem, I've bet."

"Okay, then let's pull the hook." Xiao Moli said with her little hand.

"Do I want you to testify?" A faint voice came into their ears.

When the two saw Brad holding his arms behind them, Dalian shrank his neck in fear. Little Moli stuck out her tongue and pulled Brad's hand and shook it and acted coquettishly: "Uncle, you are back, come and eat dried fruits."

"It's so unreasonable. Others are sweating profusely in training. It's fine if you two don't follow the training, but you are still making a gloating bet. This is how the school's moral teacher teaches you? It seems that the selection of teachers is a bit hasty. Now it's winter vacation, so I'm just going to re-screen some."

Dalian's face turned pale, and this kind of news could not be hidden at all. If the teachers knew that because they both asked all the teachers to have a bad holiday, there would be no good results next year. They dared not target Xiao Moli, but they had no scruples about themselves.

Brad patted Xiao Moli's head, sighed and said, "It seems that I am too indulging in you,..." (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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