Cthulhu Gonfalon

After reading the order, the city defense officer left the soldiers, leaving no more than a second, and did not explain in detail.

Only the restless poor people were frightened and worriedly discussing.

"Lord Lord... What does this mean?" A younger poor man said bitterly. He is barely young and strong, and if he is mainly recruiting civilians from the army, he will most likely be one.

"What else can it be? Pull the servants." An elderly poor sighed and said helplessly, "Everyone is packing up and packing things, maybe it is going out of town."

"Out of town?!" A woman screamed, "Looking at the snowing day, how can I live now in the city!"

"It doesn't work out of the city. What do you think the servants are doing? If you are suffering and suffering, you will be hungry and hungry. The most terrible thing is that every time you need to take risks, let the servants go first!" The big poor are considered to be well-informed, and they can almost come out with bile. "The worst thing is that there is no advantage at all, but it has to be controlled by the military regulations. When you don't use the baron grandfather, a quasi-knight can I just found a crime and chopped you... I used to be a servant in the past, and I witnessed a young man who had a field and a young man because he refused to be a soldier in the future. He wanted to go home to farm, and he was casually looking for a fear. The crime of shrinking back was cut down. After returning, the field was still not filled, and the old little one in the family died in the winter..."

He said it was peaceful, and there was not much meaning of sorrow and grief. He wanted to come because the years were too long and he was already numb. However, the poor people around them were flustered. They only felt that the newly-wearing winter clothes could not stop the biting cold. One by one, the heart was cool to the back, and many people directly smashed up.

At this moment, a brainless and flexible poorman flashed out and blurted out: "Look for the pastor to go!"

This sentence is just a matter of subconsciousness, but it makes the poor people suddenly feel like they are being revealed by the apocalypse. They suddenly realize each other and say, "Yes! Look for the pastor! They are going to find the Void Mask Church." Good people go!"

After a while, they have already arrived at the residence of the Void Mask Church. The holy warrior of the gatekeeper was surprised to find that a group of people rushed in amazement and came up to stop and ask.

When he learned the cause and effect of the incident, he frowned. Let the poor people who were sweating because of anxiety and anxiety go to rest, and then let the workers who hired to do the chores give them hot tea to drive the cold, then I rushed to the prayer room and reported the incident to the Kabbal priest.

Kabala calmly listened to his narrative and frowned.

"They can be yinful!" He said, "I want to let these poor people send their deaths and leave. It is true to use these poor people to force us to take shots. Now it is freezing cold, and it is going to snow. These poor people If you leave the city, even if we have help, we will die a lot. So they have no choice but to take the risk."

"When they are called, we certainly can't sit idly by." The samurai also understood this and worried. "But what should we do? The lord has the right to recruit civilians. This is a power we cannot deny."

"Yes, if these poor people are to be called, we want to protect them. The more feasible way is to temporarily join the army and classify these poor people as our subordinates. But in this case, I will only be afraid There are many traps and dangers waiting for us.” Kabala priest frowned and said his analysis.

"That is equal to death!" the holy warrior said angrily. "If he wants us to go to the dragon, do we also rush?"

"It’s impossible to kill the dragon. There is no dragon in the vicinity of this place.” Kabala smiled and appeased him, but his eyes were all worried. "But... if it’s an ogre tribe Or a group of trolls or something, that is already very bad."

He said a few words to himself, let the samurai go out to appease the poor first, and he kneels before the altar and prays.

Yu Xiong naturally received his prayers. After listening to the introduction, he frowned and turned his eyes to Dar.

From this point of view, he immediately saw the smoky evil of the lord's house.

"The temple is full of demon winds and the water is over eight kings!" He snorted, ignoring the group of lords, but looking at the wilderness around Dar.

In the sharp eyes of the gods, all kinds of creatures in the wilderness are vividly in sight. Whether it is a beast or a monster, all can't escape the observations of Xiongxiong. He took a closer look and roughly saw the more dangerous monster communities around here, and then sorted out the information and turned it into a map, accompanied by a soft white light, falling on it. In front of the Kabala priest.

Kabbalah hurriedly took the map and smiled as soon as he browsed.

With this map, he has a sigh of relief in his heart.

After Ying Xiong gave them the map, he did not leave immediately, but stayed in the sky above Darcheng and watched the city.

The city has been around for hundreds of years, and the operations of generations have created this territory on the edge of the Everglades. It is not rich, the land is neither fertile nor has any special production. But the Baron Dahl is quite rich, and the level of wealth far exceeds the level that this territory can support.

Don't say anything else, just look at the porcelain in his restaurant and the spices in the kitchen to know how rich he is.

In this world, fine porcelain and quality spices are very precious. The former requires good materials and excellent workers, while the latter requires a suitable climate and soil. Both of them are somewhat unattainable and have been developed for many years. Generally speaking, only the plain dwarves who believe in the gods of craftsmen can make them. The latter are almost in the temples of the goddess of the earth, and the output is low.

Before the males crossed, they were not engineering men. They were only half-baked about agriculture. So even though he looks at those who cross the novel, he often sees the protagonist burning glass and cooking MSG, but he himself has no way at all - he sees it for the poor, just to toss a steel blast furnace, he spent it before and after. For many years, I finally handed the information to Palin and they did it in Palin.

So he never thought about burning a glass of porcelain, which he really couldn't do.

As for the spices, before he crossed, he didn't know anything about the spices, let alone try to plant them.

However, at present, there is a low share in the low-end spice market in the main plane, which is controlled by the Void Mask Church. They are mainly the output of several medicine fields and the cultivation of geranium around the city of Gals. As far as high-grade spices are concerned, only the ambergris produced in the deep sea is almost under his control - it still depends on the good relationship with the goddess of the sea.

This Dahl Baron has a lot of spices in his home. Among them, there are not only mid-range goods such as fragrant leaves, but also expensive edible spices such as "sweet pepper" and "clear sputum". As for incense and more. To support such luxury consumption, let alone a border baron, even those merchants in the federal capital of the gold coin, but it is impossible to be smaller.

"Where did the lord's wealth come from?" Looking closely at the situation of the lord's house, Xiongxiong could not help but wonder.