The fine snowflakes, mixed with the light rain, fluttered in the air, slightly white.

The transmigrator who changed into Doron Talahan put down the pen in his hand and looked outside through the window.

"It's another winter..." He sighed, "Time flies so fast!"

This time last year, he was lurking next to the real Doron Tara Khan, trying to learn his mannerisms to imitate in the future. This winter, he was already the master of the Tarrahan collar, occupying the magpie's nest, disguised as one of the counts of the Terrera Kingdom.

Or the largest earl in the territory.

The real Doron Tarahan was imprisoned in the Guild Castle at the moment - the word "imprisonment" may not be the right word, he was actually sealed. This "Count Tarahan" is sealed in a large block of ice. As long as the seal is not broken, no matter how many years have passed, he will always be alive. It's like the kind of people who have been frozen for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years and are still young after waking up in sci-fi film and television works.

There is no way, in order to prevent being detected by the prophecy circle in the capital, the traversers can't let him die; in order to avoid trouble, they can't keep him awake, so in the end they can only make this choice.

If it weren't for this, Doron would have been hacked to death long ago. If nothing else, just in his underground fighting arena, within a few days, there will be a "performance" of ordinary people who were lured by threats and beasts to fight, and he should be damned!

By searching for his memory, the traversers identified more than a dozen nobles and rich people who were keen to watch this kind of "performance". Now they have all gone to another world for various reasons, which is the most suitable for them. world.

hell.

The eldest son of the Tarahan family, Harley Tarahan, was not sealed. He was really imprisoned in the dungeon of Tarahan City.

After all, he really started a rebellion and wanted to seize his father's power, and he also wanted to hack his father and his younger brother to death.

As for whether there is anyone behind the instigation, whether there is any spiritual suggestion, that is another matter.

Anyway, he is not a good thing, and he has more blood debts than his younger brother. To harm this kind of person, even the star photos with the thoughts of the Virgin have no opinion.

Anthony (desperately studying) sighed, put all these memories behind him, and picked up the pen again to deal with the government affairs of the Tarakhan leader.

He never thought that after graduating from university, he would become a lord if he was a quasi-liar who poured chicken soup for people's souls in an inspirational education class.

"This is really... One's life of course depends on self-struggle, and of course also considers the progress of history. The elder's words make a lot of sense!"

Just when he sighed, he saw a sentence in the group chat.

[One Eagle, Two Fuji and Three Eggplants: I have received Seed and James. Seed said she was tired and went straight back to the city to sleep. James is also very tired, and is now asleep in the carriage. Where do I take him next? Back to the castle or to Tarakhan city? 】

Anthony's expression changed, he immediately put down the pen and stood up.

[Insane learning: where are you? I'll pick him up! 】

[One Eagle, Two Fujis and Three Eggplants: On the road about a hundred miles north of Tarakhan City...]

[Insanely studying: Very good! You head towards Tarakhan City, work hard, don't rest in the village on the way. I'll go out of town with a reliable man to meet me. 】

[Sleepless Night: What the **** are you doing? Throwing away work and running to meet James? Don't tell me that you're still fighting his idea of ​​more than a million gold coins. We are not short of money, really! 】

[Insane learning: what do you know! I respect talents! 】

[Sleepless Night: I have never seen anyone who respects talents like you...]

[Insanely studying: That's because you have little knowledge! During this time, in order to be a good lord, I read a lot of books and recharged myself. Then I found that as long as the emperor mainly shows respect for talents, it is the most basic to go out to meet, the higher level is to go out of the city to meet, the highest level is to go out of the city dozens of miles to meet... James is the future dragon slayer hero. He has the ability to have character and character, especially he is good at training the army, and he built the Thracian monster crusade unit. Why isn't this kind of talent worth me going out of town to meet? 】

[Panda: You are really like what a lord should say! 】

[Horus: Could it be that if you wear a dragon robe, you will really become a prince? This unscientific! 】

Ignoring everyone's exclamations and ridicules, Anthony urgently gathered the core group of officials in the territory and led the team to the north.

"Lord Count, what are we going to do?" the interior director he had just promoted asked curiously.

"Welcome a talent."

"Welcome talents? What kind of talents deserve you to take our large group out of the city to meet them?"

Anthony smiled mysteriously and shook his head: "You don't need to ask about the details. It's not good for you to know more. All you need to know is that he is the most urgently needed talent in front of our Tara Khan leader."

This sentence persuaded everyone, everyone was full of curiosity and a little dissatisfaction, followed him all the way, from morning to night, until the night was dark, and they saw a carriage that was walking alone on the road regardless of the danger of the night.

The driver was a handsome girl, and the amazing thing was that behind her, there were actually a pair of snow-white wings.

Most of the officials led by Rao is well-informed and stunned at the moment. Someone couldn't help but ask: "This little girl is the person we want to pick up? Air Force... It's really rare, but we don't need it..."

"It's not her we want to pick up, it's the person in the car."

Everyone was even more surprised. This little girl with wings is obviously not an ordinary person, so what kind of character can she condescend to be a coachman?

The carriage stopped in front of everyone, and the little eggplant smiled at Anthony, and then said to the inside of the car, "The Lord has come to meet you in person."

"Welcome? What's there to greet a waste like me?" A deep voice came from the car, and it could be heard that the speaker was depressed and in a very bad mood.

The officials of Tara Khan's leadership were immediately stunned.

The count of his own family took almost the whole of Tarakhan's high-level executives, went out in the morning, walked to the evening in one breath, and walked for a full day to greet him. Why do you have such an attitude? !

Believe it or not, we smashed you into pieces one by one!

Not only did they think so, but they also planned to put it into practice, and a knight drew his sword without saying a word.

"Stop!" Anthony yelled, stopping him.

"You don't even think about it, just like our Tara Khan leader, if it weren't for the unfortunate situation of others, would I be able to dig a corner?" He whispered to the crowd, "Just help me set the scene here, I will Go and pick him up yourself."

With that, he walked to the side of the carriage and opened the door curtain of the carriage.

Then, he froze.

In the carriage sat a young man, handsome and slender. Although his expression was depressed, it was difficult to conceal the extraordinary temperament naturally exuding from his body.

However, he has pale snow-white hair and looks like an old man.