Maureen crossed his fingers, but the expression on his face was extremely peaceful, appearing dim and bright in the dim light.
"Master, during the period when you were away, the income and expenditure of your fiefdom are as follows. Mineral products..." Dris was holding an account book in his hand, bending over, and saying something respectfully to Morin.
Morin's eyes turned slightly, and he withdrew his thoughts a little.
"Okay, Driss, you don't have to say anything." Morin waved his hand slightly.
He waved his hand slightly, and immediately, the account book in Dris's hand flew into his hand by itself. Morin opened the account book and began to read it carefully.
He casually flipped through the account book in his hand, and a faint blue light flashed in his eyes. This was the chip interpreting the data and information in the account book in his hand.
"Catch and kill the person in charge of the rosy ore, the person in charge of the blackbird feathers, and the person in charge of the purple orchid grass. Catch the logistics officer of the escort team and give him a hundred lashes, then drive him out." Morin said calmly. He raised his eyes and said, "By the way, you failed to supervise properly, so you will be punished with fifty lashes."
"Master..." Driss was startled and wanted to say something.
But when he raised his head slightly and saw Morin's calm and even somewhat indifferent eyes, his body trembled involuntarily and he calmed down immediately.
"Prepare a carriage for me."
Morin looked at Driss again, then he stood up and strode forward.
Driss agreed respectfully, his body trembling, almost soaked with cold sweat. Driss had a feeling that if he had expressed any objections just now, Morin would definitely kill him. You know, the royal family may lack a lot of things, but the lower tribes as vassals have nothing missing.
The sound of a carriage was heard, and Morin was sitting in the carriage, heading towards the royal city.
The coachman of the carriage was a sturdy werewolf guard with great skills. He drove the carriage steadily without any bumps or shaking. Morin looked out the window. The scenery was constantly passing by. There was an indescribable beauty to it. His eyes wandered and he was a little absent-minded.
On Morin's palm, a black mark was flashing continuously, emitting a faint black light. This was the mark of contact with Asmonlai.
Morin had been in the castle for a few days. He received the mark of mutual contact and after thinking about it, he rushed over.
Soon, they arrived at the place and Morin got off the carriage. He gave a few simple instructions to the werewolf guard who was driving the carriage, then waved his hand and asked the werewolf guard to leave first.
At the side, Harman came over. When he saw Morin, he exclaimed softly, with a hint of surprise on his face: "Molin!"
"I'm so glad I met you. Thank God you're okay and not hurt at all."
Harman looked at Maureen in amazement.
Maureen smiled, turned around, and walked into the hall with Harman.
On the way, they met many Asmonlai. Morin greeted them, and the attitude of other Asmonlai towards him was very unusual and very warm.
"What happened?" Morin asked. When he was communicating with others, he felt something was wrong.
"It's about our adventure into that dead city."
Harman sighed and said, "Too many people died. Really, too many people died."
Maureen frowned and waited for Harman's next words.
"After the white fog, everyone was separated. We entered the maze alone. Our people suffered heavy casualties in the maze. After that, we went to the dead city, and the same thing happened."
"This time, too many of us Asmonlai died."
Harman sighed softly, with an indescribable sigh in his voice.
Mo Lin didn't say anything, but just frowned slightly.
"The loss this time is too great, too great for all of us to bear. Since the last disaster in the Purgatory World, we Asmonlai have never suffered such a loss again." Harman looked at Morin and said, "Not only did the ordinary Asmonlai die, but also the third elder's son Green, and the Asmonlai and the powerful lower tribes who followed him died."
Harman let out a long breath and said, "It's hard to imagine."
Morin drooped his eyelids and said nothing. It was he who killed Green, but he couldn't say that. After all, Morin was not an idiot.
Morin and Haman walked into the hall. They waited for a while, and the great elder Haslaine personally summoned Morin and Haman.
"I'm glad that you all don't have Asmonlei's children." Haslaine whispered. His voice was old and revealed an indescribable fatigue, but at this moment, when he looked at Morin and Haman, there was an unconcealable relief in his eyes.
"Especially you, Morin." Haslaine's voice came over, saying, "You're fine, very good, very good."
The other Asmonlai standing beside Haslaine also showed recognition on their faces. Morin was a pure-blood, which held a special meaning for Asmonlai. The fact that he was fine was somewhat of a comfort to Asmonlai who had suffered a heavy loss.
"Okay, Morin, I called you here this time because, on the one hand, I wanted to see you, and on the other hand, I actually wanted to tell you that you must not fight, and don't let us Asmonlai hurt each other."
Haslane said these words, his voice revealing a deep sense of fatigue and sadness, and said: "We Asmonlei can no longer afford the casualties of our members."
Morin and Harman were stunned. They looked at each other and then bowed to Haslaine.
"Okay, Great Elder." said Morin and the others.
They understood what the Great Elder meant, and it was obvious that the Great Elder must have said these words to more than just the two of them.
After speaking a few more words to Morin and the others, Haslaine asked them to leave. He said that the Asmonlai would hold a banquet in the evening and asked Morin and Haman to attend.
Maureen changed into a black suit with black and gold patterns that glowed faintly, giving him an indescribable strange and mysterious feeling. At night, he got on a carriage driven by a werewolf guard and arrived at the banquet venue.
"Hey, Maureen!" Harman and the others found Maureen and waved their hands to signal Maureen.
Maureen walked over. This time, not only Harman but also Lenny came over, but Maureen did not see Hughes.
"Where's Hughes?" Morin frowned and asked.
"Hughes is dead."
Lenny's voice was hoarse and deep. He said, "We met in the dead city and experienced several fierce nights together. But one night, those mummies finally rushed in. I fought those monsters desperately, but I could only save myself. In the end, I could only watch Hughes being killed by those mummies in front of my eyes."
Mo Lai and Harman were silent for a while. After a while, Harman walked up, patted Lenny on the shoulder, and said, "Take it easy."
"It's fine."
Harman shook his head, but there was still an unconcealable sadness on his face.
The atmosphere was inevitably a little depressing, but after a while, Lenny finally recovered. He apologized to Maureen and Harman and asked them to forgive his previous gaffe.
The banquet began. This time, many Asmonlai gathered together. Several elders appeared. They said to the Asmonlai that although they suffered great losses this time, everything would be fine. Everything before was an accident. Later, they would go to the core layer of the world's force and receive the infusion of the world's force, allowing the Asmonlai to break through the seal and allow other sealed tribesmen to return. At that time, everything would be fine.
Many Asmonlai were listening on the side. Their voices were enthusiastic and their morale was restored a lot.
Gradually, the crowd dispersed. Maureen, Lenny and the others were talking in low voices when Haslaine suddenly came over.
"Maureen!" Haslane called out to him.
Morin turned his head and was surprised to find that several elders had come over, including the Great Elder Haslaine, the Seventh Elder Monsi Yig, and the Third Elder Battoa.
They brought a young man over, it was Bernice. At this time, Bernice looked at Maureen and his body couldn't help but shrink back. He seemed very afraid of Maureen.
"Maureen, you and Bernice are both purebloods, and they mean a lot to us Asmonlai. You should get closer to each other." Haslaine said, and Monsyiger showed an expression of approval on his face, while the expression on Battoa's face was indifferent, without any other expression.
Haslaine gestured to Bernice, who showed a struggle on his face. He hesitated for a long time before speaking to Morin, "Mo... Morin, I... I am Bernice. Let's just... let's just let go of the unpleasant things that happened to us before."
"Of course." Maureen smiled.
His eyes turned slightly and he noticed a woman standing next to Bernice.
The woman was very beautiful. She held Bernice's wrist. She had a delicate face and skin whiter than snow, like a blooming blood rose. She was so beautiful that it hurt to breathe.
Morin felt that this woman looked familiar. He was a wizard with a good memory, and he soon figured out who this woman was.
Claire.
When he first came to the Purgatory World, Feilin saved him. On the way, he had met Claire and a rather arrogant young knight named Oren. But later, he was recovering from his injuries, and then he became the Holy Lord. He no longer cared about Feilin and other ordinary noble boys and girls who had met them once. Unexpectedly, he saw them now.
"She...she's mine..." Bernice looked at Maureen and then looked at Claire, and he began to panic. He wanted to say something, but he stuttered because of nervousness and couldn't speak.
"Let me introduce her. She is Claire, from an unknown and unfamiliar race, the human race." The third elder Bartoya suddenly spoke up and said, "Claire is Bernice's fiancée."
Fiancée? Mo Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised.
"Hello, Mr. Morin." Claire stepped forward and bowed slightly to Morin. She had a beautiful body, and her white dress looked like a white poppy washed clean of blood, blooming wantonly on the ground.
She raised her eyes and said faintly, "I am Claire."
"It's nice to see you here."