Bread, milk, cheese... King Daimao was eating breakfast, but he heard his classmates discussing something.

"Hey, tell me, who is the author of "I Have a Dream"—Karen Reinhart?"

"Who knows, could it be related to Kate?" A male student glanced at Da Mao Wang with obsession.

"Don't be stupid, it's just the same surname. There are quite a few people named Reinhardt." Someone sneered unceremoniously.

"By the way, this article is really well written, catchy and full of passion...I think those young people in the liberal arts academy may not have this kind of literary talent."

Holding a newspaper, someone was filled with admiration.

"Haha, if you have such literary talent, why do you want to speak for the indigenous people? A writer with cerebral palsy!"

Some students are very disgusted with the Aboriginals and also hate those who speak for them.

"That is, someone with cerebral palsy, or in other words, Karen Reinhardt is a Kangao person who just took a pen name to hide her indigenous identity..."

Many students have a bad impression of Aboriginal people, including many instructors.

Karen?

The emerald green eyes of the Da Mao King lit up slightly. The Border Knight──Karen Reinhardt, isn’t Ren’s vest, or one of his past identities?

That guy is causing trouble again...

The side of the military camp.

"Haha, I'm willing to admit defeat, Bishop Trombo." The strange hero Zolo held a cigarette in his mouth and extended his palm.

"The Earl of Ange's family actually had a conflict with the indigenous people, and so many people died... I always feel like there is a lot going on inside."

The bearded bishop sighed, then took out a few banknotes from his pocket with an unhappy look on his face and handed them to Zoro.

"Whether or not Ren was behind the scenes, but after this incident, the Southern Nobles Alliance could not even hope to deal with those troublesome indigenous people within a few months."

The strange hero Zolo shook his head slightly and accepted the bishop's salary for one month.

"Yes." The bishop nodded in approval.

The indigenous Kangao people are not weak at all.

The so-called alien races are actually extraordinary alien races. The population of alien races is far smaller than that of mainstream ethnic groups, but among them there are not many totem warriors, witch doctors, priests and other people who have extraordinary powers.

In this world, every wave of era is filled with wars.

The slightly weaker alien races would have been exterminated long ago.

The Earl of Ange family is not a royal family and cannot suppress the entire Kangao people.

This time, they only dealt with the relocated indigenous people from Diramo City, which was less than a quarter of the Kangao ethnic group, so it was a bit difficult.

If the strength of the Southern Noble Alliance is added, it can be countered.

However, facing the threat of demon descendants, it is impossible for the royal family to let the Southern Noble Alliance and the indigenous people go to war, but it is not easy to mediate the conflicts between them...

After breakfast, the students started training again.

"Kate, what's wrong with you?"

Misha, who was rushing to the training ground, glanced back and saw King Da Mao behind him who suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

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The stupid king withdrew his gaze and followed his roommate.

Just now, there seemed to be something wrong on the small slope covered with weeds outside the military camp on the west side. Is it an illusion?

Hundreds of meters away.

The sun shines on a lush green shrub, coating the green leaves with a golden glow. A colorful butterfly flutters its wings and flies among the branches and leaves...

………

Xianyue Street, inside the villa.

Ren was lying leisurely on the sofa, his head resting on Kesha's long, white and warm legs, one hand stroking her legs, and the other hand holding the microphone.

"Boss, everything has been settled. That old guy Count Ange won't be able to get out of trouble for at least four or five months."

Cowgirl Susanna's voice was full of schadenfreude.

The corner of Ren's mouth raised: "Very good, give Wen Xi, Xige and Bessie each a reward of 300 gold coins and three days off."

Four or five months is enough.

At that time, the system's copy task should be released.

After he comes back and upgrades his strength and equipment, he should be nearly invincible under the holy realm, and maybe he can even try to enter the fifth level.

When the time comes, it will be a matter of debate as to who will deal with it.

If the other party still dares to cause trouble, hehe, he doesn't mind letting Count Ange know why the flowers are so red!

"Suzanne, is there anything else?"

"Boss, New Year is coming soon. How many days will our company have holidays?"

"What? It's a holiday, what kind of holiday? Of course we can work overtime happily together."

Lane soon exposed his ugly capitalist face.

Suzanne: “…”

"Boss! The Fire Festival has already begun... Doesn't your conscience hurt if you work overtime every day?" Over there, the cowgirl's voice was full of resentment.

Conscience, is that a magical thing? Can it be eaten?

The boss of Rennes smiled disdainfully: "Work overtime until the day before the New Year! Then take three days off. Come to work on time on January 2, otherwise your salary will be deducted!"

"What, just three days? It's obviously half a month..." The cowgirl planned to argue for more vacation.

"If you keep yelling, everyone will celebrate the Chinese New Year in the company!"

Suzanne: “…”

"Suzanne, is there anything else? It's okay. I'll hang up."

"Boss, our company's "Thorn Tabloid" was warned by people from the Public Security Bureau today, saying it was spreading obscene, pornographic and other vulgar information..."

Renn: “…”

The sales of "Thorn Tabloid" have been soaring recently and the income is huge. Naturally, he is reluctant to give up: "Ignore their group of artless vulgar people and continue publishing it!"

"But, boss, if you continue like this, you will be banned... Also, Wen Xi's book "I Moved Bricks in Bu Shen City" is full of rubbish... I don't understand why you still let him continue.

Serialized.”

"Continue to serialize!" Ren said with certainty.

Without pornographic articles, how could the newspaper's sales increase? Besides, he is also one of the loyal readers, especially since the protagonist is also named Renn, so he has a strong sense of immersion...

Of course, there is no need to say this out loud, as it would be detrimental to your character.

Ren raised his head and glanced at Kesha's beautiful, flawless face, and sighed in his heart.

Valkyrie is good at everything and is suitable as a wife. He also likes her very much, but she is too strict. There is basically no need to think about starting a harem.

The dream can only be realized indirectly through "I Move Bricks in Bu Shen City"...

"Boss, if this continues, "Thorn Tabloid" will be banned by the Public Security Bureau sooner or later!"

"Don't be afraid. If the worst happens, just change the name, such as "The Thorn Daily", "The Thorn Observer", "The Thorn Evening News"... and then continue to sell and distribute it.

In short, continue to serialize, must continue to serialize!”

Suzanne: “…”

How obsessed is the boss with that trash novel?

After chatting for a few more words, Ren hung up the phone.

"What, you think I'm too strict?" Valkyrie pouted her little cherry lips and pinched her boyfriend's cheeks with her jade fingers.

She knew him so well that she didn't know his little thoughts.

"I don't dare, I don't dare to dislike Her Highness the Princess." His fiancée's gaze that seemed to see everything made Ren a little embarrassed.

Seeing that she still wanted to ask, he stood up, immediately pushed her down on the sofa, and kissed her red lips...

The two inevitably became intimate.

Valkyrie will return to the empire tomorrow, and Ren doesn't want to restrain himself at all. He does it on the sofa, in the bathroom, on the stairs, in the bedroom... whenever he feels like it, regardless of the occasion or time.

Kesha, on the other hand, is still easily shy, but she basically won't reject him.

After having fun for once, the two of them finished lunch together.

"Ren, do you really want to do this? Can't you find another way?"

Kesha put on a plain white dress, revealing a section of her pure white legs. She was about to go out, but there was worry in her beautiful eyes.

"Well, I don't have time to waste with him anymore! Let's settle it!"

Ren said firmly.
Chapter completed!