Chapter 577 Tang En’s Happy Life

A few days later, it was early morning at the end of winter. .

When I opened the window on the second floor, snowflakes were falling from the sky. I don’t know when it started last night. Now the snow has completely picked up. As far as the eye can see, the sky and the earth are pure white. Fortunately, this was inside the city, with towering city walls blocking the way, so there wasn't much cold wind blowing in, and the temperature wasn't unbearably low.

In such weather, not many people would be willing to go out in Bran. But this is the Northern Wasteland, so even though it's still early in the sky, many people can already be seen coming out and moving in the view from the top.

In front of the neighbor's house on the left, several servants dressed as servants were clearing away the snow. One of them looked up unintentionally and was startled. He quickly stood up straight and bowed from afar.

Looking away, in front of you is the backyard of a building that is quite luxurious in the Northern Wasteland. Through the iron fence, you can see two barbarian figures wrestling on the snow.

One is a tall, muscular adult man, and the other is a short, stocky child. In this sky full of snowflakes, the two of them only wore a short animal skin around their waists to cover their bodies. Immediately, an adult man was seen grabbing the child's legs and feet, lifting and throwing him down. Bang... there was a sound of falling to the ground and snowflakes flying everywhere. The child quickly climbed up from the snow, roared angrily, and quickly pounced on it. Then he was lifted up again and dropped...

"Huh..." He exhaled a breath of white air. Although his clothes were thin, Tang En didn't feel much coldness, but his consciousness became clearer after waking up. Seeing this wrestling that was more like abuse, Tang En couldn't help but shake his head slightly and said to himself, "No wonder Bran soldiers can't beat the Northern Wilderness barbarians. In such an environment and with such extreme training methods since childhood, how can they beat those There really is a ghost..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Come in." Tang En turned around, opened the door, and saw a slightly bloated middle-aged woman walking in. After seeing Tang En, she bowed and said, "Sir, breakfast is ready."

"Okay, thank you Aunt Zhenli. I'll pack up and go down."

"Sir, you don't need to thank me. This is what I should do." Aunt Zhenli bowed again after hearing this, looking a little scared.

"Oh..." Tang En couldn't help but rub his eyebrows when he saw this, looking a little troubled. Then she had no choice but to straighten her face, wave her hands, and then Aunt Zhenli carefully closed the door and left.

"Haha, you are really born with a [***] thin life, you can't be a landlord." With a wry smile, Tang En shook his head, casually closed the window, and went to get the black animal skin cloak hanging nearby.

It has now been three days since I met the Queen. With Tang En's status, it was naturally impossible for him to live in the palace and castle. But after just one afternoon, before he came out of the castle, his residence had been arranged - it was a majestic double-story stone building with a basement, tool room, woodland, etc. at the back. The huge courtyard is located around the castle.

Needless to say, Tang En knew that the location of his house was very good just by looking at the surrounding buildings in Beihuang that were also either rich or expensive. And not only that, after he moved into this overly large stone building, Andre brought Zhenli and a dozen other servants to the door the next day, and arranged with a smile to enter the stone building to take care of his daily life.

Oh, I forgot to mention that it was then that Tang En learned that Andre's true identity was the Royal Guards Chief responsible for guarding the perimeter of the palace castle.

From his words, Tang En knew that all of this was arranged by Lansha, including Zhenli and the dozen or so Bran servants who spoke Bran's language and had obviously put a lot of effort into collecting them.

But as mentioned just now, Tang En was really not used to being served like a landlord and a rich man, so he refused outright at that time. But Andre said that this was His Highness Lansha's arrangement and that he was just following orders. Moreover, these servants of Bran are not living well here. No Northern Wasteland people are willing to hire them. As a native of Bran, Arthur, don't you take care of your compatriots? And you don’t need to pay their monthly salary, it will be borne by the palace and castle...

Now that we have talked about this, what can Tang En say? I can only touch my nose and smile bitterly in acquiescence.

Of course, if you want to get something, you have to give something. In fact, today is the day Tang En works, and the location is a place called the Craftsman's Workplace. As for the job content, it is naturally to make glasses and telescopes.

At this point, Lansha's previous recruitment did not require Tang En's consent, so he naturally reached an agreement. There was no way, Tang En really had no room for refusal, unless he wanted to leave the Stone Tower, visit the Imperial City Prison for a few days, and experience the punishment in the Northern Wilderness...

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After walking down to the bedroom on the second floor, Tang En came to the dining room with a stiff expression after being greeted by the servant who was cleaning along the way. You can't blame him for being rude, because if he returned the greeting, these servants would be terrified for a while...

Tang En can also think of the reasons. No matter how these Bran people came here, there is no doubt that in this northern wilderness, their status is at the lowest level of society, and their life is indeed as bad as Andre said. . Being beaten and scolded is considered a minor matter. Even if you are killed, no one will take care of you.

It can be said that these people are now following Tang En, which is the best outcome. Not only do I no longer have to worry about food and clothing, but I even get paid every month. And no matter what, although Tang En is also from Bran, he lives in this area that is neither rich nor noble. So even for Tang En's sake, those Northern Wilderness people outside would not dare to touch them again.

As a result, their attitude towards Tang En was naturally extremely respectful, lest they accidentally offend him and lose this good job that was like the blessing of the God of Light...

On the dining table, food with obvious Bran style has been prepared long ago. Golden dough sheets, fragrant cheese, and slices of meat on top of the meat...and so on, served on exquisite plates, filling one side of the table.

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, Tang En looked at the excessively rich breakfast in front of him and couldn't help but smack his lips.

Tsk tsk, [***]ah [***], Lansha, what are you thinking? Are you going to use these sugar-coated bullets to defeat me? But why don't all the uncles and aunts send me a few eye-catching loli maids... Ahem, I'm thinking wrongly, I'm thinking wrongly, Tang En, you have to hold on, you can't give in for five buckets of rice... Well, but I'm not from Bran, why should I hold on? Oh, I think too much...

After Hao Xiang had been thinking wildly for a while, Tang En picked up the knife and fork and began to use it. This is not free of charge. I am a skilled worker now and have to work hard.

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About ten minutes later, Tang En hiccupped and leaned on the chair, wiping his mouth with a white towel contentedly, feeling very comfortable. I have to say that such a superior life does make people want to fall.

At this time, a sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the door. Tang En looked up and saw a large barbarian man wearing a slightly bulky armor walking into the restaurant. Aunt Zhenli and others around him subconsciously avoided him.

This is also the escort sent by Andre, nearly a hundred people, responsible for surrounding security. Of course, he should also have the order to monitor Tang En.

After a simple salute, the big man copied Bran's very blunt words and said: "Sir Arthur, there is an old man named Matthewman outside the door looking for you."

"Matthew Man?" Tang En was slightly startled when he heard this, and then suddenly realized. Today was the first time that he went to work in that craftsman's office, and he was not familiar with the place. Andre said before that someone would inform him, and it seemed that it was Matthewman. Haha, I was really thoughtful, and I even found someone from Bran.

Thinking of this, Tang En laughed and shook his head, stood up and said, "Let's go out together. We are the first guests after all."

"Yes!" These guards must have received instructions from Andre, and they probably knew Tang En's strength, so they were quite respectful to him, at least on the surface.

After passing through the front hall and walking out of the empty courtyard in front of the house, through the iron fence, Tang En saw an ordinary black carriage parked on one side of the door. The car door was open, and sitting inside was a thin old man wearing a gray cotton-padded jacket and a foot of gray beard.

At this time, the old man was staring blankly at the guards in the snow outside the door with a strange expression on his face. He was unaware of Tang En who was walking out of the iron gate.

As he got closer, Tang En heard the old man muttering something about 'royal guard'. He was a little confused, so he stepped forward and saluted and said, "Hello, is this Mr. Matthew Man?"

"Yes, uh... Okay, hello." The old man named Matthewman was shocked when he heard the voice. He seemed to be frightened and a little panicked. After he reacted, his face turned red and he replied, "Ahem, yes. Sir Arthur. I am Matthew Mann from the Craftsman's Office, and I am here to take you to the work site this time."

You... Tang En couldn't help but grin when he heard this honorific, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty Matthewman, you are too polite. You and I are both from Bran. I'm a newbie here and don't understand anything. Please take care of me."

"Haha, it should be, it should be..." Matthew Man responded one after another with a dry smile. He glanced at the big man's armor next to Tang En again, and his eyes could not help but shrink, with a look of awe.

Tang En's observation was so keen that he looked at the big man's armor in shock when he saw this, but except for a wolf head on the armor, he didn't find anything special.

Then the two exchanged some pleasantries again, but because Matthewman's attitude was still a bit reticent, the atmosphere was also a bit cold. Mathewman seemed to realize this, so he simply ended the conversation and suggested going to the craftsman's office.

Of course, Tang En would not object, and was preparing to take the bus with Mathewman in order to learn more about the situation in the imperial city, so as to make plans for his future escape. At this time, the big man who had been following him suddenly pursed his lips and let out a sharp roar,

Beep...beep...beep...

As soon as the whistling subsided, the crisp sound of horse hooves was heard.

At the corner of the iron gate, four horses with pure white fur and light blue jasper eyes slowly walked out from behind, with silver hooves stepping lightly and elegant postures. Immediately, behind the two grooms who were also wearing wolf-head armor, a pure black carriage with crystal windows flashing with glass light and a mysterious golden wave-like pattern covering the top came into view.

Tang En and Matthewman looked dumbfounded at the same time, staring blankly at the extremely gorgeous carriage slowly approaching them, and did not recover for a long time.

The big man on the side explained: "Master Arthur, time is a little tight, and your carriage has not been finished yet. So His Highness Lansha will temporarily lend you His Highness Tiwu's carriage."

As soon as he finished speaking, poof... the pure white horse snorted and held its head high. The variegated old horse in front of Mathewman's car couldn't help but take a few steps to the side when he heard the sound, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

After coming back to his senses, Tang En turned to look at Matthewman, who had a dull expression on his face. He couldn't help but touch his nose and smiled bitterly: "Isn't this too high-profile..."

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