“I have to leave here.”

This is the first sentence Sean said after introducing himself.

"Then get out, you ungrateful wolf!"

The middle-aged bartender couldn't help but roar, but immediately gasped and observed the Lord's expression.

I thought to myself, as long as Adam expresses his attitude, he can swing the little man out and let the militia break his legs!

"I, I..."

Sean's face was purple and he stuttered for a long time, his expression changed in anger and obedience, his eyes moved back and forth between the bartender and the lord, and he emphasized incoherently.

"I respect you, Mr. Adam, this is what troubles me!"

"I know."

Adam lightly pointed his forehead, and his eyes were filled with trust, because he had seen the notes.

【Down-out tax officer Sean Prague】

【Attitude: Respect】

【Special skills: planning, business conditions】

【Monologue: Although the lord is generous and great, I cannot stay here.】

"I want to leave, not because I have any dissatisfaction with you. On the contrary, I admire you more than anyone else. I swear to the Swan Bird God!"

After calming down, the little man slowly confided again. He could not find any loopholes in his speech speed and expression, and he was as pious as a lord believer.

Adam raised his eyebrows and found the topic.

"Swan Bird God, are you a Slavic?"

Their ancestors originated in the inland south, where mountains and lakes are everywhere. It is said that the entire nation is gifted, with children agile and the elderly wise.

Such a nation was envied by jealousy. The Bashu snake confiscated their water source, and the continuous mountains turned into yellow sand overnight. This is the "Slavic Desert" that echoed day and night.

This nation that left its homeland has embarked on the stage of history. They are scattered along the coastline, from fishing to business wars, and establishing chambers of commerce and stations.

Through hard work, the economic routes of the entire South, all kingdoms, and the current trade regulations that more than 90% of human beings are generally recognized are all set by the Slavic people.

In the early years of fishery development, it was said that huge swans would fly across the port, spit out gold coins and sprinkle the fishing boats, and take away all the goods from the fishing nets.

This is the god of faith in their nation.

Since history has developed, this nation's brilliant business empire has become lonely with the battles and looting between human kingdoms. Now it is just wandering on business roads and doing some business and trade.

"You are very knowledgeable, Lord Lord."

"Ha, but the learned lord can't keep a down-and-out tax official."

"You, you know?"

Sean's expression was horrified, and the frame was tilted on his face, which was a little funny.

"You nation is proficient in computing and business. People of this age must have a job. Look at this vest, Anton Wisson's regular clothes."

"Shawn..."

He swallowed the red wine and continued.

"Although your face is a little pale when you are hungry in the mountains, you don't have the vicissitudes of a carriage, your hands are not called up, and your brain work is done."

Adam shook the wooden cup and swung the beautiful vortex without making a sound of water.

"You are in the refugee group, wearing pointed shoes that only nobles use in southern villages. I can't think of any other identity except for being a tax officer in the subordinate villages and towns for the lord."

He could bending Sean's head with every word.

The shrewd-looking little man is now almost knocking on the bar, curling up his legs and hiding the ripped and deformed shoes.

"You are so smart, I feel deeply ashamed of this. I will come here with you with a shame, thinking that I can repay your kindness in planning, but..."

Sean choked up, his expression was ugly, and the extremely painful man was sobbing silently.

Adam waved his hand, and the middle-aged bartender poured half a cup of dried red unwillingly. They listened to the story together.

Sean, who should have died of a gangster's desperation, was rescued by refugees led by Adam, and experienced escape and walked out of the mountains alive.

Honor, wisdom, generosity, courage, mercy.

Sean saw that all the five knight virtues promoted in the noble books were reflected in Adam, the poor lord.

When he made the final choice, the down-and-out tax officer stayed, and he gave up returning to Anton Weisen, hoping to show his talent and show his strength in the planning of the base.

But he was soon disappointed - Adam's mind was simply hell, and he had a very close control over the overall planning.

Can you imagine it?

He was able to change the base of the stone road and the cargo station. The development space left by the wooden house zoning is larger than that of the town.

While Sean was still calculating the amount of water used, Adam had even dug the drainage ditch!

Even separate meals, public bathrooms, shifts...

Now he is still digging a cesspool, and there is not even a seed at the stronghold, but the lord has started to hoard fertilizer, and there are still people who are throwing manure in the street in Tygonda!

Sean kept revising the manuscript and collapsing.

In imagination, he should have proudly taken the plan and took credit in front of the Lord to become the backbone of the reconstruction of his home, but reality is that he is impressed by the Lord's talent.

Sean was depressed. They were a Shang people and knew how to exchange things. Since they could not repay their kindness, they were naturally embarrassed to accept help.

Therefore, he was unwilling to communicate and was unwilling to have someone wash his clothes.

"Sir, if you weren't exhausted tonight, I would have suspected you were not a human."

"Please keep your mouth in mind."

The middle-aged bartender yelled, but he could hear that the little man was praising the lord.

Sean was lost for a long time, and fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. He stared at Adam's calm face as quiet as the night, saying goodbye.

"I cannot tolerate myself continuing to occupy your generosity, I am leaving here! Sir, I have found a way to repay you before I leave."

He had a bright look and a warm speech, and he was obviously very proud!

"That's the fields. The tree stumps restrict the development of the stronghold, right? It's okay, I went to Xiahe Valley today to see it. There are many flat places there. If I spend half a month dealing with the stones, I will definitely...

Hum? What's wrong, sir?"

Adam stretched out his left hand and stood up in front of the other side, indicating that he was silent.

Unlike his previous thoughtful look, he frowned, gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, and looked at the other person with sympathy and unbearable eyes.

But in the end, Adam nodded determinedly, drank empty red wine, and put down the wooden cup.

"Shawn, you...hey, come with me."

After a while, on the side of the stronghold, in the forest extending towards the river channel.

Adam lifted his horse boots and stepped on the wooden stake.

The hard object that should have been nailed to death in the land actually collapsed like a haystack. When you look closely, it was full of loose wood wool.

He sighed and closed Sean's chin, the other person's expression was almost crazy, unable to believe that this was true.

Adam leaned forward with his left hand and made an invitation posture towards the entire stump.

Sean rushed up tremblingly and stamped his feet one by one. It was obvious that the Slavics planned to be top-notch, but they lacked knowledge of alchemy and secret art.

He sobbed quietly, but could not stop temptation, his final strength and his dream of leaving after repaying his kindness...

Broken.

[Attitude: Heart is dead]

He cried so loudly.

[Obviously, you have convinced the other person in various senses, but before you can use it, you must save his fragile soul first.]
Chapter completed!