"Why are you still here?" Ashu Rufate put away his sword. "I almost..." He recalled the attack just now, and suddenly realized that although Fei's fight with him just now was short, it was completely equal. He vaguely felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Did you kill Hathel?" Ashu Rufat asked. He had known most of the situation before, and this sentence was actually just a verification.

"He wailed all night and finally cried like a bitch." Fei replied. When she recalled this incident, she showed a very obvious hatred on her face.

"Why don't you leave?" To be honest, Ashu Rufat wanted to ask Fei this. In his expectation (not only his expectation, but Carrie also judged it), the girl with fire-colored hair should have escaped long ago.

However, he actually lost no loss in this matter. Ashu Rufate thought it very clearly. The armor was redundant (and only suitable for women), and the sword was the same. The sword was brought from Roll. Originally, his idea was that the sword was sharp and inconspicuous, suitable for an ordinary traveler's sword, but when it was actually used, for example, when it was besieged by a group of people in Mill City, the sword was not very easy to use. Now he doesn't need it anymore. Even if he wants to use it, it's better to find a blacksmith to create a good steel sword suitable for his use. Compared to this, it's much more important to let Hathel die earlier and determine the truth about Pinold.

The plan that Cade decided to poison was to poison. It was not impossible to poison, but on the one hand, this sneaky action really did not conform to Ash Rufate's character. In addition, this usually means that he would have to lurk for a long time, gain trust little by little, and finally come to the right job. So when he helped the girl, she was able to kill Hasel quickly.

However, Carrie's views were different, and she seemed to have more expectations and plans for this girl.

Of course, Ashu Rufate didn't ask this stupid question in the end. He just moved his mouth and didn't say it.

Fei stood aside, and didn't say anything, waiting silently.

"It's totally not possible! Master!" In my mind, Carrie protested loudly. "You are not as monarchy as you are! She is waiting for you to give orders! You should send her to do something, otherwise you will seem unrighteous and let her look down on you. Send her to assassinate some enemies."

"I don't need her to do anything." Ashu Rufate replied to Carrie with some depression. "There is nothing to do now. Now I have no enemies to assassinate for the time being."

"Then send her to investigate and inquire about the news!"

"Mimilu has helped me inquire," Ash Rufat replied. He was telling the truth. Mimiu has helped him inquire about the news in Mir City in the north, especially military mobilization and other matters. In addition, there are several Neil's subordinates. He is sure that he can get the details of that.

"Then let her go and rest and come and wait for the call tomorrow." Carrie lamented and gave her a last opinion.

"You go and rest first." Ashu Rufat said to Fei. "Come here tomorrow."

Fei nodded, then she jumped back and disappeared into the shadow. The speed and speed of the mercury that was as fast as it was to make the most skilled assassin sigh. After a few seconds, Ashu Rufate could not feel her presence.

"You are too unconscious!" This time, Carrie transformed into a phantom in front of him again. Although she was wearing the strange rabbit-eared hat on her head, Carrie was wearing armor this time. Carrie's figure was just a completely fictional phantom that could only be seen by Ashu Rufate, but when she saw her wearing armor (although this pair of armor can only be described as cute), Ashu Rufate was slightly surprised.

"You have already captured three central cities in Sivania, so you are already the controller of this land!" Carrie showed a very serious expression. However, because of the rabbit ear hat, her serious expression was not very strict, but very cute. "Now you need to change your mind immediately! I must train you in a special training!"

"Special training? Why do I need some 'special training'?"

"Change your concepts completely. You must make up for all kinds of common sense. You have never been a ruler, so you really lack knowledge in this area. Although I can guide you all the way and help you handle all the daily trivial matters, there are always some problems that require your own judgment! Do you still think you don't need it? Then I ask you, for example, a small question, how much tax do you think you should charge?"

To be honest, Ashu Rufate had never considered this issue at all, and he couldn't say it for a while.

"Can you not have taxes?" he finally replied.

Carrie stretched out a finger with a look of contempt and smugness and shook it. "No taxes, so how do you plan to rule? How do you pay your servants' salary or let them drink the northwest wind? How do you renovate the roads on your land? How do you repair your walls? How do you deal with natural disasters like fires, floods, etc.? Should you send those zombies and skeletons?"

It must be admitted that Ashu Rufate's rebuttal to Carrie was speechless.

"So, you must understand that as a ruler, many things are different from when you were a traveler. There is still a lot of common sense you need to make up for. Let me ask you another question, what if you meet someone who asks you for help on the road, and his child is seriously ill and needs to use the equipment of the base?"

"What's the question?" Ash Rufate replied. "Help him, you won't lose anything anyway. Those machines won't be damaged after using them once, right?"

"Of course it's completely wrong! You must not agree easily." Carrie immediately denied it. "If you are just a passing traveler, it doesn't matter if you help him. But now it's different! If you promise to help, what should another person asks you for help when he is sick? You can only agree... Then, everyone will know that you can help them easily. They will get used to it slowly and finally take your help for granted. But the machine uses it.

If you use it too much, it will eventually be damaged, and you don’t have the technology to repair it. So, what will the person who didn’t catch the last chance to see you? Yes, they will hate you! Perhaps this example is not clear enough, so let me give you another example." Carrie continued. "There are two lords, one of whom collects taxes normally every year, but in one year, because he encountered a happy event, he ordered a reduction in this year's taxes, so his people were very happy and praised his reputation. Do you think this story is reasonable?"

“Very reasonable.”

"The other lord has reduced taxes every year, but this year, because he needs money, he has to collect taxes, and it is twice as much as a normal year. As a result, his people complain. Do you think it is reasonable?"

This time Ashu Rufate did not answer, but fell into deep thought.

"The fact is that simple. Although the second lord received much less taxes over the years, he did not receive praise from the people! Master, I have completed the calculations and I will arrange a special training course for you, the first lesson..."

"Carrie." Ashu Rufat said. "I want to ask, why is Fei's actions... completely different from mine?"

Carrie's virtual image disappeared immediately.

"I remember you told me that you calculated the fighting style that suits her based on my fighting style... But I'm pretty sure that the action she left just now... I've never done that action. Her lurking ability doesn't seem to be something I'm good at."

"This...this is..." Carrie's voice was filled with some embarrassment. "Actually, master, I have the second set of relevant data...that was left to me by Lord Qinxin. Because of gender and body shape, Lord Qinxin's data is more suitable for her, so I... mainly Lord Qinxin..." Carrie's voice was hesitant, very much like the kind of student who was caught cheating in the exam. "...Anyway, she and you..."

"The sword she took me just now, and her movements were very clever. She actually removed a considerable amount of power." Ash Rufate continued. "Is this the reason why you have to add thought control to her?"

"Master... in short... she is not threatening you. She may be comparable to you in a short period of time, but after the time is extended, her endurance is far less than that of yours. This is determined by the body structure. Moreover, she cannot use magic. If you consider it comprehensively, the combat power is still of the same level as you."

"What did you hide from me?" Ashu Rufate continued to ask unmovedly. A long time ago, he had a vague feeling. In fact, Carrie would not tell the truth to him in everything. Carrie has his own consideration.

"That's right, master, because I always think she is a craftable material, I treat her... well, a rare opportunity." Carrie's shadow appeared in front of Ashu Rufate again, but this time she lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake. "So I made some dangerous attempts... but it proved very effective afterwards, greatly improving her combat ability."

"Didn't you often say that mortals are bound to die, so there is no need to do anything special?"

"This time, the exception. Master, you have so many sinks... Through those things, you can stop her aging. In a special way, she will achieve her immortality. That sink can cure injuries and restore her physical state, that is, she can restore her body to... the initial state. That is, keep the body at this age. But Master, considering that this thing is not used infinitely and requires intervals, she will die in the end. If you want to give someone such incomplete immortality in this way, I suggest you cannot exceed ten people."

"I get it." Ash Rufate replied. "Tell me what to learn in the first lesson."

...

Robin stood at the door of the mansion with Belar. They had been standing here for a long time, but the people who were waiting for it were now. In front of them, a team of cavalry, not particularly large, rushed to the square in front of the Governor's Mansion, and arranged a small square in accordance with the etiquette. A man in gorgeous clothes walked up from behind the square in front of Belar. According to the etiquette, he should walk down from dozens of steps away from Belar to show respect for Belar. But in fact, the nobleman ran away to Belar's close position before dismounting.

"Master Beller." This man is over 50 years old, with a broad face, straight nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the corners of his eyes are slightly tilted, which makes people unconsciously feel that he doesn't trust anything.
Chapter completed!