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"General, this is what the forty-nine princesses said before."

Not even a quarter of an hour after Mu Yu Yan had escorted Murong Yu Die, Mo Da received a report from his subordinates.

At that time, Molda was alone in his dorm room, repeatedly staring at the candle flame, not knowing what to think. The one-eyed man's face was originally strong, but after being covered by the candle flame, it had actually grown a little soft, slowly moving along his long, undamaged eyelid and entering the corners of his eyes.

"I didn't expect that this 49 was so ambitious. Now even the princess isn't worthy of him!

Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this is truly a good thing! "

The subordinate that reported it was shocked!

He had never seen Molda praise anyone so easily! And he was from another race!

"General, you must restrain the '49'!"

"If not, I'm afraid he would not even have you in his sight!"

Morda shook his head in disapproval. What do you underlings know?

"49 Such a man. He was skilled in martial arts, active in the brain, and was also proficient in beast taming. He was truly a rare talent. "But the Imperial Advisor also said that if a talent is to be used by me, not only do I have to reward him enough, I have to grasp onto his weakness firmly!"

"That's why he's crazy. It's nothing! Even if he had offended all of them! As long as he's honest with me. "With my current abilities, how can he go back on his word?"

"It's just that …" After saying this, Molda's eyes flickered. Some thoughts floated in his eyes as he looked at his subordinates, "What you said is not entirely wrong." "If I don't have any more evidence to support my berserk state, I might really end up becoming a scourge."

"How about this, just send a few more people to continue following for the next few days." Let's see if he has any weaknesses other than his craziness in speech. "

"Yes sir!"

The subordinate accepted the order happily. The black silhouette quickly merged into the shadows, and looked like it was about to retreat.

But by this time, Morda had been glancing at the oil core for some time, and suddenly his brain was racing through the hideous wounds on his body. It was as if from the moment he had fallen in love with her, he would always think of the woman called Ink Yan. So much so that he would overlook the 49 wounds as a powerful way to win over talented people.

Sigh, this is really my negligence!

Molda sighed in his heart and called out to his subordinate who was about to leave. He made an exception and gave a few more orders.

"I see that there are still quite a few injuries on his body. "After you go out, find the steward and choose a few pretty female slaves. Take the best medicine for the wounds and send them over to him!"

The subordinate hiding in the darkness silently nodded his head. Corporal Kenji was supposed to be practical. On this point, there was nothing wrong with what Mordor had done.

"Only the general!" You specifically bestow upon the beautiful female slave and the best medicine for injury, which is to say that you value his talent! He should be allowed to stay in another school! "

"However, the reality is that your branch is already full! It would be inappropriate to kick out any advisors. Only the red house that housed Ji Qi had spare rooms. "Please indicate where you are supposed to live!"

Molda made an 'oh' again and said that he really did value this 49. However, it would be unreasonable for him to send him to live with his concubine because the inn was full of guests. After some thought, he gave the order straightforwardly.

"Since there is no place to settle down now. Then choose a room for him at the edge of my room! If you bring the princess over after 49 tonight, bring her over! "