Dark city

28. If inwinter（3）

Autumn is like winter.

Early autumn in the bay is already very cold, and late autumn is no different from the harsh winter, and the only difference can be discerned from the vivid colors of the vegetation before it has had time to fade.

Throughout the autumn, Richard was like a volcanic eruption that had been silent for a long time, suddenly bursting with tremendous energy, and the madness of learning and cultivation and the thirst for knowledge shocked the Great Magus who were still amazed by the speed of summer. They could hardly believe that a person could squeeze his time in such a way, and all this did happen in Richard's small body.

Richard's adjusted schedule did not leave any room for himself to think, and the use of time was accurate to the minute. Every day, when he was extremely tired, he would immediately empty his brain, fall into bed, and fall asleep, relieving even the most basic alertness of life in the mountains. Only in this way will Richard get the deepest sleep, regain the energy needed for a day of study in three hours, and make the magic increase in three hours of sleep no less than that of three hours of meditation.

Reports flew like snowflakes to the black gold, making the gray dwarves angry. He did his best to compress the number of Legendary Mage's desks so that His Highness Helen Su's excessive joy would not overwhelm Deep Blue's already fragile balance. However, the strength of the gray dwarf was sometimes poor, and the blowout of records flew in every corner of the deep blue, and even many reports had enough energy to directly pass him and send them to Su Helen.

So Deep Blue's balance of payments began to falter. Fortunately, for some reason, Duke Solam suddenly made up a large amount of sponsorship fees, and another self-funded disciple qualification was auctioned off at a sky-high price in the Millennium Empire, one of the three major kingdoms of mankind, which added two big fig leafs to Deep Blue's autumn and winter financial reports. However, the gray dwarves are not a short-sighted race, and Black Gold has a long-term strategic vision, and in the past, he would often worry about the financial situation of Deep Blue three hundred years later. But the real situation in front of us is that it will not take 300 years, and it will not be possible to live next spring.

The gray dwarf grew haggard day by day, and his stout body miraculously revealed a hint of boniness, and the obviously ill-fitting coat fluttered with each swing of his fist curse, like the fragile balance on the books. He has to deal with a lot of numbers every day, but his income is stable, his expenses are always unpredictable, and every time he goes in a direction that exceeds expectations, it is not pleasant. The erosion of every piece of profit made Black Gold feel that a piece of flesh on his body had been ripped away. But the Legendary Mage's joy is not subject to the will of the Grey Dwarf, and sometimes she even cheers for a small achievement from Richard.

In this autumn, the only person in the dark blue who doesn't want to see "Sue Helen's Joy" is the gray dwarf.

At the most helpless, the gray dwarf even came up with the idea of Su Helen's personal wallet. As long as His Highness opens even a small corner of his money bag, the situation of Deep Blue will be solved. Heijin was once fascinated by this idea, and His Highness's delicate little purse contained the wealth of an unknown number of dragons! However, fortunately, he soon came to his senses and understood how stupid this idea was, even the dragon did not dare to hit the idea of Su Helen's wallet, let alone a little gray dwarf?

And Black Gold was not deterred, he quickly found his own motivation. If you can't solve the dilemma in front of you, then what's the use of him? The treasurer is not just a bookkeeper, that's the job of the High Elves.

The gray dwarf was haggard, while Richard, who was also in a gloomy mood, was the opposite.On the last day of late autumn, Richard stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and carefully looked at himself in the mirror. This is a body that is beginning to show male style, with broad shoulders, two pectoral muscles that are beginning to take shape, a rapidly tightening waistline, tight and powerful buttocks, and even elf-style slender but explosive legs. And his face changed slightly, perhaps because he had not smiled for a long time, or perhaps because he had been silent for a long time, and the little childishness and softness that remained in the spring had all faded, and the edges and corners began to stand out, like steel rock cut by a giant axe, and flowing magma was buried in each line. As for those eyes, they were as quiet as an abyss, gloomy, cold, and bottomless.