Chapter 138 (1/2)

Medland glory calendar, September 1, 1379.

Under the joint efforts of the Duke of Roth and the Marquis of sijak, the trouble of lefeggang was crushed down.

It hasn't worked out yet, but Joe has returned to port Toulon.

In the afternoon, in the main house of the Weitu family in the mid mountain area, white strip open top is arranged on the wide grass, and the white long tables below are full of all kinds of delicate snacks, as well as numerous wine and juice drinks.

The well-dressed waiters and maids stand aside with a smile and can provide perfect and thoughtful service at any time.

In the distance of the trees, they were also wearing stiff uniforms, but the guards with evil spirits on their faces were patrolling around with cigarettes in their mouths.

From port Toulon to the foot of Mount Saint Hilde, on the road leading to the semi mountainous area, a long line of four wheeled carriages formed.

Today, the influential figures in port Tulun are almost pouring out.

A few days ago, the nobles and rich businessmen who came from several provinces around the port of Tulun also went out in full swing.

Some of them were still on their way, and many had arrived at Rittal's house. They wandered on the grass, holding their glasses, and divided into small circles in twos and threes, laughing and laughing.

The men were talking about the current affairs of the imperial capital, the war situation in Northwest Gran Province, where the price of grain in the Empire had risen, or where the supply of silk was insufficient. Or, they have a secretive expression and whisper about the latest developments of a young lady on palm street.

The rich men dressed like butterflies are sitting on the soft mat under the tent, shaking a small folding fan, and chatting about the affairs of the famous ladies in the imperial capital, discussing the secrets of the boudoir of some big noble families in the local area, or sharing the secrets of the physical strength and strength of a young poet, a young writer and a young painter Secret

Groups of well-dressed young people gathered together in groups. Pure blood horse, antique armor, precious sword, best beauty, or a pure blood hound with rare coat color These carefree young people, their topic is nothing more than these.

Meanwhile, the same groups of well-dressed ladies, who are more colorful than those ladies, are dancing with small folding fans and gathering together in a haughty manner to discuss some gossip of today's protagonist.

When Qiao was three years old, he rode his mastiff dog as a horse and almost drowned in the sea When Joe was 14 years old, a brick flew out of the street and smashed the head of a young lady passing by And when Joe was 17, he led a group fight between the students of the judicial college and the sailors of the Naval Academy, causing chaos and burning up the great achievements of an abandoned shipyard

”A little rascal.”

”Still a fat man.”

”Who would like him?”

”Ho ho ho, who would like a fat man with bad character unless he was blind?”

Jiao Di's young ladies, to their old friends or new friends, wantonly pour out their contempt and contempt for Joe.

Their ruddy little mouths constantly spit out bad words. Their eyes twinkle like mice that sneak out of their nests to steal rice at night. The small folding fans in their hands are shaking fast, which shows that their mood is not peaceful.

”Ha ha ha,” loud laughter came from a big round tent in the middle of the grass.

Hessen was dressed in a splendid suit, surrounded by the core clansmen of the other six families of the seven member committee, surrounded by the plenipotentiaries or owners of the seven or eight Duke families and more than 20 Marquis families.

With a wine glass in his left hand and a cigar in his right hand, Hessen was smiling and swayed by many big people around him.

As time went by, Hessen's side, this extremely remarkable small circle, broke out bursts of happy laughter from time to time. Every word they say will quickly spread to the small circles outside, and then they will be ”understood”, ”analyzed” and ”derived”, and then there will be bursts of laughter in those small circles.

”Of course, of course, Leah said that when Joe comes of age, he should find a lady with a good family and a good family style to make a good marriage Ha ha ha ha ha, lya's temper, you know, she can't wait for the children to get married

”But it depends on what Joe means, and that depends on what Joe means Of course, we hope that Joe can have a good relationship, not out of my arrangement with Leah We hope that Joe can have a true love

”Of course, Joe is a very pure and honest young man. He It's too simple, so we can only worry more about it. We hope that he can have a pure, pure and simple love that he will never forget in his life

Before he knew it, Hessen had killed a large bottle of rum.

With a little red nose, he said a lot of words that should have belonged to Liya in his and Liya's plans.

In a small circle, a lot of grass.Especially those delicate, delicate, never look up to a big fat girl, their eyes are a little red.

In Joe's living room, the main house of the Rito family in mid mountain district.