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Chapter 1086 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (74)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Seventy-Four)

"Wow, so many carriages today! Why do these nobles always like to go out in winter? They don't do this in spring."

Song Ning rarely visits his small grocery store, and he hears his employees cleaning dust at the entrance while muttering to themselves.

He glanced at Hill and suddenly seemed to realize something. "You recognize these nobles?"

"Oh, sir, you've arrived."

Hill blushed slightly, a little nervous. "Do you need some water? I'll go..."

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to take a look."

Song Ning waved his hand, more curious about something else than that, "You just said spring and winter, and you still recognize these nobles?"

Hill was puzzled. "Isn't this normal?"

A hint of disgust flashed across her freckled face. "Those nobles always want to tell everyone which family they belong to whenever they go out. Their emblems are engraved on their carriages and on the shields of their knights."

Song Ning seemed thoughtful. "Is that so?"

Hill nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, and it's much better now. You don't know, do you? Before Lord Harris came, these nobles would have an official who would follow them when they went out. They would walk along shouting that they were from a noble family and drive us commoners away, saying they were worried that we would dirty their carriages."

At this point, Hill lowered his head and his voice became much softer.

“Once, someone couldn’t dodge in time, and they actually let the carriage rush over. That person was later seriously injured, and only ‘holy water’ could save him, but they knelt for a long time and still died.”

This is similar to what he heard from Harris, so it seems Harris has a deep understanding of those nobles.

But why is it about the church again?

Song Ning casually pulled out a handful of candy and placed it on the table. This was Lance's latest masterpiece; it tasted good, but it was a bit too much for children.

"Did the previous city lord have no objection to their actions?"

Hill looked at the candy, and seeing Song Ning nod, she happily took one and carefully put it in her pocket without eating it.

"The previous city lord was also from a noble family. When he was still alive, he liked to hold these banquets. He was also a nominal staff member of the temple. I heard that some nobles would even marry their beautiful daughters to him in order to buy 'holy water' from him."

In her view, the daughters of nobles were not doing well either.

Otherwise, why would her parents treat her like a commodity and marry her off for the sake of 'holy water'? Although she didn't have a father or mother, her uncle and aunt treated her no differently than their own daughter.

"I see."

No wonder he had found it strange before; the temple buildings in Lionheart City were larger than those he had seen in other cities, but Harris's attitude toward the Church of Light didn't seem particularly friendly.

That makes sense now. "Thank you, Hill."

"No, you're welcome."

Hill watched him leave, took out the candy and glanced at it. "Sir, you are such a good man. I have never been scolded or beaten while working here, and I can even receive a salary of five silver coins every month. I really hope that you live a long and healthy life."

After gathering information, Song Ning and Lance discussed it and decided to set the official opening date on the day Albert specially hosted the banquet.

Moreover, they used Harris's name and his status as a baron to send invitations to many nobles.

A little inquiry revealed that the invitations were sent to nobles who maintained a neutral stance. No one, like Albert, who had publicly expressed dissatisfaction with Harris and the newly appointed Baron Nings, received an invitation.

After doing all this, Song Ning couldn't help but sigh to himself, "I've gotten too cocky now, actually daring to provoke these nobles."

Lance wrapped his iron arm around Song Ning from behind, and with his other hand he tightly tucked the blanket over Song Ning so that the guy wouldn't be so troublesome and try to kick it off because he was hot and would catch a cold.

"They're not some kind of monster. Hasn't the church easily controlled quite a few people with 'holy water'?"

"That's true. But these guys have that attitude towards the church, but once the recovery potion appears in front of them, their attitude will probably be different."

"Yes, that's why we need to strengthen our own power."

Speaking of this, Song Ning turned to look at Lance with a puzzled expression.

"What exactly did you send those mercenaries to do?"

He had asked the dragon several times before, but it wouldn't say anything. Was it too embarrassed to say anything after using him?

Lance: "Let them do what they're good at. I expect we'll hear from them soon. No rush."

Is it a matter of urgency? The problem is that he has absolutely no idea what the dragon is planning.

Forget it, Song Ning doesn't necessarily need to get to the bottom of this matter. After all, the two are lovers now, so he will choose to trust Long.

What if I get betrayed again?

"Then just kill them all," Song Ning thought coldly, lying in Long's broad chest.

If he's always this unlucky, then he should take revenge not only on those who betrayed him, but also on this world that has treated him unfairly.

"Weems, I heard a new batch of medicine has arrived?"

Lei rushed into the room. The room looked very spacious, but there were several people sitting inside. Old Weems was sitting at the head of the table. When he saw Lei rush in, he smiled and waved.

"They've arrived, but let's put that aside for now; there's something even more important..."

Ray panicked: "What else is important? I have many people here waiting to be saved, Mr. Pierre?"

Only then did he notice the familiar, tall figure sitting next to old Weems. That familiar figure, with its stern expression and the imposing aura of a powerful man, could only be Mr. Pierre.

He hurried forward, "Mr. Pierre, what brings you here?"

Lance, still wearing his old skin, had been there for a while. His main purpose was to test the mercenaries. After a brief conversation with Old Weems and the others, he could tell that the mercenaries were extremely grateful to the recovery potion and to Nings, the apothecary.

While feeling grateful, these mercenaries also harbored growing resentment towards the Church of Light, and since most of them were of commoner origin, they did not have a very good impression of the nobility.

Lance: "I've come to deliver the medicine, and I also want to tell you something."

As soon as he finished speaking, old Weems and the others sat up straight. "What is it, Mr. Pierre?"

Lance placed the potion on the table. "Things might not be peaceful from now on. Not only does the church know about the recovery potion, but some nobles have also been informed."