A strange world

Chapter 389 Chapter 47 Change of Thoughts

Chapter 389 Section 47. Thoughts of change

Typhoon Shelter is not Breeze City after all.

There are no dinner parties, no countless maids, and no spacious manors. All nobles were forced to eat the same food as the residents, wear rough cloth, and their only activity was to carry an ax or a hoe to work in the forests and farmlands.

The old nobles who once stood firmly by Olmedo's side split into different factions after breaking away from Breeze City. It seems that fighting is the eternal purpose of human beings.

In addition to internal worries, there are also external ones.

Like some real enemies, evil creatures in the forest...

Wandering orcs, kobolds, and gnolls dare not approach the town, and vampires and ratmen will be fatally struck as soon as they sneak into the town, but the strange creatures in the third Warcraft Mountain Range cannot be avoided.

The first person to encounter them was Martin who ran into the forest to pick apples. It was a lone dementor. It wandered in the forest and found Martin carrying a basket. Fortunately, he was lucky. The dementor possessed Martin's head and left in disappointment not long after.

The woodcutter and the woman did not dare go deep into the forest, but Martin did.

"What doesn't kill us will only kill us." Martin, carrying a basket, prepared to step into the forest.

"Olmedo! Olmedo! Olmedo!"

At this time, Layla ran past with a cry like an alarm bell.

"Are you crazy!"

Losi shouted to Kerian in disbelief, "Our order is to wait here for Lord Annan!"

"We have no chance to become stronger here." Kerrian shook his head.

This young man who gradually became the adjutant of the Musketeers from a refugee gradually transformed into a resolute man after experiencing the rat tide.

"I have decided."

He picked up the bundle and was blocked in the room by Femi standing at the door.

"I didn't take the magic musket, and I won't tell anyone outside about the magic musket." Kerian looked at him calmly.

"Without Lord Annan, you are just a refugee!"

Losi's roar came from behind, and Kerrian stared at Femi and answered them: "That's why I want to become stronger... Lord Annan is working hard for the territory, and we can't do nothing."

"Do you want to come with me?"

Roxiincrian hesitated a little, but still shook his head firmly: "I will not leave with you. It is our bounden duty to obey orders."

Kerrian said nothing and continued to look at Femi.

Femi took off his graffiti-covered plate armor and wore civilian clothes, but he still looked like a warrior.

He gave up his position and suddenly asked as Kerian passed by: "What did they give you?"

“…an opportunity to become a professional.”

Some silent figures appeared in the open space one after another. They gathered with Kerrian and walked silently outside the town.

Those who remained watched them, and no one stopped them. Because this is a decision jointly made by Annan and Olmedo: no one will be prevented from leaving Typhoon Shelter.

"Idiot... you actually believe that outsiders will give you a chance..." Femi's tone was mocking. Kerrian actually believed in the noble...so he allowed Kerrian to leave. "Only Mr. Annan would do this..."

Losey said nothing. He thought sadly that they would never see each other again.

"Olmedo! Olmedo! Olmedo!"

Then, he saw Lord Annan's sister running past with a cry like an alarm bell

Olmedo sat in his second-floor study overlooking the town.

From Breeze City to Typhoon Shelter Town, Olmedo is still so busy, as if there are endless official duties to deal with.

But except for the vast forested mountains outside the window, nothing here is as relaxing as in Breeze City.

For example, the town is developing rapidly, with residential buildings and commercial streets being built one after another. But compared with the daily consumption of thousands of people, the tax revenue is a drop in the bucket.

The town of Typhoon Shelter gradually began to attract the attention of nearby towns. When they discovered that it held unimaginable wealth, they all waited for opportunities to take action - not thieves and robbers, but lords and nobles.

No one needs those nobles who know nothing, but professionals, soldiers, and spellcasters are all valuable assets. The locals used benefits to seduce the loyal subordinates who came with her, and they were like slaves in the market, waiting to be selected by customers.

"Olmedo! Olmedo! Olmedo!"

Layla's shouts came from the window. Olmedo stood up and opened the window. Cold wind poured into the study. Layla downstairs raised her head and shouted "Annan is looking for you" and ran back in a hurry.

"I need a space prop."

Annan thought after asking the guards to move the treasure box down.

The cheapest space props cost hundreds of gold coins and are made by giant dragons, but "dragon" here has a derogatory meaning. Thinking of the money-grubbing character of the dragons... Annan suspected that they were stealing from others.

The same goes for the space props made by mages. Their principle is to allow magic props to lead to small spaces. As long as the mage remembers the coordinates of the space, he can easily take out the contents at any time.

It is said that some mages with low morals will deliberately discard space bags and let passers-by pick up space bags of unknown origin and steal their things.

The only one you can trust is the official magic shop of the Tatooine Empire: the Royal Magic Shop of Montreal.

The cost is the high price itself.

Before opening the portal, Annan thought of something and asked the servant where there were rivers or lakes.

The servant seemed to have misunderstood something and took him to the open-air bath in the back garden.

Annan walked around the bathing pool and looked at the hilly area in the distance. If you angle it right, it looks like a pond...

Three minutes later, Annan found the right angle and opened the portal.

Layla was also there, maybe guarding the portal. She ran to call Olmedo to come back, and a fishing rod stretched out of the portal little by little, with the fishing line hanging into the bath.

Then Olmedo came and stood next to Leila.

“I got the top ten.”

"It's not surprising..."

Olmedo chuckled, and Annan saw fatigue in her smile: "Did something happen in the town?"

"Some people are starting to leave..."

"my people?"

"Both."

Annan thought thoughtfully: "I originally wanted to get the fiefdom and take you over as soon as possible, but I'm not in such a hurry..."

"You want to train people who will stay?" Olmedo guessed what Annan was thinking.

"The peak welcomes hypocritical support, and the dusk witnesses the true believers." Annan's idea gradually took shape, "What we lack is not the people, but the officials who are trustworthy."

"...I understand, I won't do anything next."

Annan and Olmedo discussed for a while, and when the portal became unstable, he grabbed the fishing rod and said, "Stop fishing, the portal is about to close."

"Right away...I caught it!"

Did you really catch a fish in the bathhouse...?

Leila pulled up the fishing rod, and the silver outline hanging on the fishhook slapped Annan's face.

The portal is closed at the same time.

Annan quickly uncovered the things on his face, and suddenly saw a gloomy-looking Olin Montreal standing in front. When Annan realized something, he lowered his head and saw clearly the silver silk underwear in his hand.

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