To avoid embarrassment, the duke directed the topic to the listless Ribo, who had been beside him.

"Earl Medin, your reputation has spread throughout every corner of the Kingdom of Francis. You are a legendary figure. I believe you have countless legendary experiences. I really hope to hear an interesting answer from you." The Duke said with a smile.

Ruibo was slightly stunned. This problem was a bit tricky for him.

When was his most excited and glorious moment?

After thinking about it for a while, Ruibo shook his head helplessly and said, "I really can't find the most exciting and glorious moment, but twice, my mood is far more passionate than usual."

The duke gently hit his palm and said happily: "I'll say you have rich experiences. Please tell me which two experiences have made you so unforgettable."

"The first time I was invited to a baron's villa in the Bart Forest to attend a banquet there; the second time I was warmly entertained by the Department of Law and Political Science and Technology and lived in a historic private room for a long time."

Ruibo's words made everyone wonder, only His Highness, the prince smiled knowingly.

"Your Excellency's words are indeed good. Your two experiences are indeed enough to make you proud of countless brilliant people like you." The prince exclaimed.

"Can you two explain a little about us dull characters, that our wisdom is really incomparable to those of you." The Duke Dumilier asked in confusion.

"The first banquet itself was nothing special. However, the villa was once the laboratory of the great magician Kaimildit. He left behind research results and experimental experience there, and also part of the powerful power he possessed. I discovered and touched the extremely powerful power in unexpected circumstances. Because the God of Luck always favored me, I did not die in that power explosion. Fortunately, I accidentally inherited the power from Kaimildit, which made me truly embark on the road to becoming a magician." Ruibo said slowly, and the people next to me were fascinated by leisurely hearing.

"This is the first time you have disclosed the secret that you can inherit the power of Mildit. You can hear such a major secret. Obviously, the moment I am most excited and glorious can also add one." The Prince of Delizhi next to him quickly interrupted.

For a moment, everyone answered and agreed.

However, everyone did not think that they were insincere. It was indeed a very honorable thing to be able to hear the inheritors of the most powerful magicians in ancient times telling them personally.

As long as it is related to Kemildit, the value of this story is naturally unique.

"So what is the second experience? Is there any luck and honor in this world that can match the power of Kaimildit?" the duke asked.

"If the first time was the favor of the God of Luck that gave me magical power, then the second time was my own efforts that were recognized by the world. I was able to live in that brilliant box, where the great poet Baron wrote his most famous long "Praise of Life". The wise thinker Farneller used twelve years to understand the true meaning of society and human nature. The great writer Het pinched there with his spicy pen tip and left behind the most magnificent classics in the history of literature. In that box, countless great figures lived there, and they left the most brilliant works there, as if the wisdom of these great men was condensed. I really felt extremely glorious and glorious when I was able to live there." Ruibo said with a smile.

This time most people still didn't understand. Only those who are as knowledgeable and knowledgeable as the Duke have already heard what Ruibo said about the box.

These knowledgeable people are more or less a little nerdy, so they agree with Ruibo's words.

Originally, for scholars and those who worship a certain thinker and philosopher, the famous Lombardy Prison was a holy place for worship.

Some people even believe that being detained in this famous prison due to different political views means that they have been recognized by the world and will leave a brilliant mark on history.

"Is the Lombardy Prison as bad as it is rumored? We have no chance to see the famous palace of thought with our own eyes." A nobleman next to him asked with a smile.

"Oh... Lombardy is not as bad as the rumors say. The life inside is very leisurely and does have enough opportunities to think. The only regret is that my neighbor, very interesting, his surname is also Dumilier. Mr. Dumilier undoubtedly has extraordinary wisdom, and I was surprised by his extensive knowledge and experience. However, he is also a very difficult neighbor. He has plenty of energy, but very badly, his daily schedule is completely opposite to that of ordinary people." Ribo said.

In fact, he mentioned his experience in Lombardy, which was originally intended to lead to Mr. Dumilier.

Rebow really wanted to see what everyone thought of this supposedly a truly legal owner of the duke, and he wanted to see what the hypocritical and handsome Duke Dumilier had.

To his surprise, when he mentioned Mr. Dumilier, the reactions of the people around him were exactly the opposite of what he expected.

Originally, in his imagination, the people around him should have spoken a few words with guilt and turn the topic to another aspect.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the people next to him immediately started to speak out indignation.

"Sir, what you said is, when he was Lord Difi, no one of the people here had suffered from him. Although we do not think that Mr. Dumilière was a greedy and evil person, he obviously could not accept it by us and all of Defi. At that time, as soon as he ascended the throne of the lord, he issued a decree to amend the tax collection method that had lasted for thousands of years. He obviously did not like exquisite wood, high-stacked granaries and snow-white cotton. He only had gold coins, but the people of the Pis Hills had paid for the harvest they had worked hard as taxes for a thousand years. Where did they get yellow gold coins?"

"The people were miserable during those days, and even we were definitely not having a good time." Suddenly, another person next to him interrupted: "Difeiren does not care too much about wealth and interests. For us, the crops that thrive in the manors and manors are the most precious wealth. But Mr. Dumilier obviously has no favoritism for land and crops. He hopes to turn the manor into a ranch and wants to replace the farming that Difeiren is familiar and loved for generations with livestock cattle and sheep. What's more terrible is that he acquired a large amount of land cheaply to some merchants with ulterior motives. The farmers who lost the land had to be exploited in the workshops of those merchants."

"The past ten years can definitely be regarded as the darkest era in Diffie's history." Another person interrupted: "In these ten years, Diffie's originally peaceful and peaceful days were completely destroyed. The people were full of trust and love for us, but during that period, all they had in their hearts was resentment and anger. Fortunately, not long after, Mr. Dumilier's spiritual signs showed obvious abnormality, and we finally made him out of the lord's position as a lord.

Put it above and retreat. Although this cost us a lot of money, His Majesty the King took away the huge wealth that should have belonged to Difei, but it was already exciting for everyone to be able to get the crazy gentleman down from the throne of the lord. Now the hills of Pis and Difei have returned to their former peace and tranquility, and people can sit on the balcony and the streets and spend the good night leisurely. This is simply impossible in those ten years of nightmarish years."

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Listening to everyone's accusations, Ruibo was speechless.

He didn't think everyone was lying because he had heard the key.

Although the people here are not as noble as they themselves say, they do not value wealth at all.

But they obviously liked it very much, the peaceful and peaceful days that lasted for nearly a thousand years.

They are willing to accumulate their wealth slowly, and they are willing to live a gentle and leisurely life.

And everyone here obviously has a special preference for the land and the crops that grow on the land.

Manors, lush farmlands, harvested crops, and farmers who work hard among the farmlands, all of this also means wealth to them, and that is the most precious part of wealth.

Rebow knew very well how Mr. Dumilier viewed those farmlands.

Using Mr. Dumilier's peculiar theory, nothing except the gold coins of Huang Chengcheng could truly be regarded as wealth, and the benefits obtained from the land were obviously far from satisfying him.

In a sense, Mr. Dumilière is indeed a greedy man, with a desire for wealth far beyond his relatives.

But the territory he owned was disdainful of what he pursued.

His actions naturally make people here hate it.

In fact, even Ribo himself couldn't answer.

Compared with this place, do people living in Nangang have more happiness?

The place is peaceful and peaceful, and it can be seen from the expressions of the happy and contented common people that they are very satisfied with such a life.

However, the past thousand years have not improved their status at all. Apart from the power to work hard in the farmland, they only have the short joy of harvest.

Apart from that, there is only a peaceful and peaceful life, and the lives of those living in Nangang are undoubtedly much harder than those here.

Ruibo never remembers having a peaceful life.

In his memory, he had been busy with life.

However, people living in Nangang undoubtedly have a bright future.

Although there may be only one lucky person in the 100 people who have the chance to make a name for themselves, this is much greater than the chances in other places.

Almost everyone in Nangang is weaving their own dreams, hoping that one day they can accumulate a huge amount of wealth and hope that they can become a decent rich man.

Having wealth in Nangang means having respect from others.

For Nangang people, wealth is the result of luck and hard work.

Listening to the increasingly fierce accusations around him, Rebbo finally understood why Mr. Dumilier was so passionate about Southport.

Perhaps Mr. Dumilier should live in Southport, where is the best place for people like him.

It is also because of this that Ribo's original prejudice against the duke and everyone here disappeared without knowing it.

Perhaps it is not right or wrong to plot to deprive Mr. Dumilier of his lordship, because Mr. Dumilier did sit on a seat that was not suitable for him.

Obviously, to the subjects in the territory he owned, he was simply a rebellious villain.

"I think it's better not to continue this depressing topic." The duchess stopped people's impulse and the growing anger.

"By the way, dear VIPs, I would like to ask you about your itinerary. Do you want to stay in this simple but quiet city for a moment, and maybe you will find something beautiful." The duchess invited, which was originally a polite word that was often followed by the rules.

And at this moment, people who were panicking about the unknown crisis naturally agreed immediately.

The next one was naturally busy. After all, there was a huge difference between the temporary "inn" that only stayed for one night and the "villa" that stayed for a short stay.

The duchess diligently introduced every building here that could be seen, allowing these rare VIPs to choose from.

His Highness the Prince and his party happily accepted the invitation from the Duke's family and chose a villa that originally belonged to the Duke's name.

According to that lady, it was the most exquisite and elegant mansion in the city.

Ruibo had already chosen his room, but in fact, as soon as he entered the city, he fell in love with the towering tower.

Ruibo's request surprised everyone and felt a little embarrassed.

"Earl Medin, it is probably too simple. The tower you value is originally a sentry tower built for the purpose of warning. After all, the city of Diffield is on the border, so some military facilities were built to avoid possible wars. However, in the past thousand years, there has been no sign of war, so the sentry tower has been abandoned for a long time. Moreover, it is abrupt and towering, and no one is interested in climbing up to clean it frequently. Therefore, the tower is dilapidated and simple, and extremely dirty, and is really not suitable for people to live in." The duke said in embarrassment.

"I don't care if I'm dirty. You forgot that I'm a magician after all. I can easily clean the tower. I only need a little magic powder to do this." As he said that, Ruibo took out a metal butterfly from his pocket on his chest.

He whispered softly to the metal butterfly, which gently flapped its golden wings and slowly flew outward.

This was originally the most common magic, but for those who rarely have the opportunity to get into magic, it was enough to make them stunned.

Almost in a moment, every young man who saw this scene was full of jealousy and admiration for the little heir of Sethborough.

Perhaps the so-called inheritance of Mildit's power was a bit vague to them, but seeing the miracle of magic with one's own eyes made them amazed.

"Earl Medin, the miracle you created is indeed amazing, but I still hope you cancel that plan." At this point, the duke sighed long: "It seems that the towering tower is specially designed to attract magicians as great as you, but in Defi, the tower is definitely considered an ominous place. Because nearly half a century ago, a creepy disaster occurred in the Kingdom of Francis. The one who created the disaster was a super magician called the Blood Demon. He killed countless people, but eventually died under the punishment of fate. He came to Pis, and originally planned to cause a bloody storm, but he did not expect that the God of Death and the God of Plague were just staying in the hills of Pis. He didn't need him to kill, and the people here had already fallen in the plague."

The duke was full of grief on his face and continued, "And the blood demon obviously did not escape the palm of the God of Plague. He was infected with the deadly disease and eventually died in Difei. The place where he died was the tower. It is probably the only place in the entire city of Difei that looks like a place suitable for the magicians to live. Although this matter has passed for half a century, there is a legend that the evil blood demon's soul is still wandering above the tower. Therefore, it has long been regarded as an ominous place. If it weren't for the fear of demolishing the tower, the soul would wander around because of homelessness, and we would never have kept that terrible place."

The Duke's frequent advice was obviously ineffective for Rebbo. In fact, when Rebbo heard that the blood magician died on the tower, he had decided to live there.

He was indeed curious about the blood magician, because he had heard the name from his teacher and Master An Dili countless times.

And whether it is his teacher or Master An Dili, it seems that he always compares to that blood magician.

He even told him that the reason why Vach and Nile Erre were full of vigilance and hatred towards him was because he had many very similarities with the Blood Magician.
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