Knight of the Light

The last time he seized the Cold Wind City, the dead horse ‘Fighting Shadow’ was hit by a high blast in the Winter Hall, leaving only a monster ’s head.

Zhou Qingfeng wants to bring the portable alchemy workshop to the real world. He opened the channel of the underworld and threw the "shadow shadow" into it.

The underworld is a world of necromancers, with plenty of negative energy. The undead has a characteristic, as long as there is negative energy, it can repair itself, and even strengthen the soul to continue to advance.

Dead horses haven't been in the underworld for a long time. At most, they used various mountains of bones in the underworld to repair their bodies. However, the devastation of its soul cannot be repaired by itself for decades.

Zhou Qingfeng is not a great arcanist, and there is no good way for the necromancer Mondino. This caused the level of 'Jiying' to drop from level 5 to level 4, but became weaker.

"We may be able to do an experiment." Reborn Alsie was excited, and took over the job of taking care of "Dying Shadow", "Why must we be a half-devil?"

In the face of the completely changed appearance of the mechanical devil, ‘Jiying’ was instinctively frightened. It felt that the other party could eat itself to death, so it hid behind Zhou Qingfeng.

"Master, there is nothing wrong with me being an undead. I'm quite healthy and in very good shape. Trouble keep Arcie away from me. This woman makes me uncomfortable."

The dead horse yelled while fleeing, and was soon caught by Alsie, screaming like a chicken.

After the rebirth of Mo Ji, the biggest change is the surge in the ability to manipulate machinery, and a new understanding of alchemy and construction. She is already an excellent mechanical master, with rich knowledge and fountain-like inspiration.

Alsie is very powerful now, and with the help of a lingu slave, she stunned the dead horse to the experiment platform of the alchemy workshop.

The black cat meowed up on the experimental platform, staring at his two big eyes. The seven goblins were n’t too much to see the excitement, and they all talked about how to transform. Even the book charm Sophia felt that she was full of knowledge and finally came in handy, watching together.

The four hoofs of ‘Jiying’ were tied up, and only a monster ’s head looked left and right, begging for the mercy of the strange maids, “Alsi, I did n’t bully you at ordinary times, can you not take me for research?”

Mo Ji grabbed a big saw from nowhere and smiled: "Relax, I just want to do some small experiments, but it doesn't hurt at all.

I will give you a more powerful mechanical body to ensure that you can never imagine. Besides, you are a necromancer, you should not know what is fear. "

"Nonsense, how can I not be afraid?" ‘Jiying’ scolded: “Come on, come on. You are clearly not good intentions. Put the saw down for me.”

Mo Ji smiled and displayed the characteristics of her liquid body's random deformation, "I don't care. It doesn't matter how you saw."

"Jiying" froze for a long while, and suddenly whispered: "Did you use this trick to bribe your master? I knew that the unscrupulous guy had nothing to worry about. He could put a hole in the pig iron."

Several strange maids changed color together.

"Jiying" was also taken aback, and said weakly: "Is it right? I can't? Can he really succeed? How did he do it?"

Alsie sank her face and scolded her teeth: "Dead horse, you are going to die this time."

Tossing the dead horse to the strange maids, Zhou Qingfeng left the alchemy workshop and walked out of the tower of the wizard in the cold wind city. He has been in the real world for a long time, and the outside world has only passed for half a month.

For the consistently inefficient world, half a month is really not long.

The merchants of Hanfengcheng do business, and the time margin for transporting goods is basically within half a month. A few days early indicates that it went smoothly, and a few days later is normal.

Therefore, merchants seldom transport goods that are rarely lived because they will rot halfway. Smoked curing is the common practice of most foods.

Residents make appointments, often on a monthly basis. Because the road is difficult to travel and the information is blocked, it seems that the years are long.

On the contrary, after the Harmony Chamber of Commerce entered the Cold Wind City, the businessmen and residents of the city felt that time had been set aside and they felt a sense of urgency.

After Zhou Qingfeng took control of the whole city, the progress of rigid productivity has driven the rapid development of production relations. Metal tools, heavy-duty carriages, professional officials, high-efficiency communication, and various methods squeeze out human and material resources in and out of the city.

What does it squeeze out?

Squeeze out to fight!

Zhou Qingfeng's concept of war is different from the rulers of different worlds. War is not just a fight between a bunch of nobles, but also a mobilization involving the whole society.

Other people's battles are head-to-head between the nobles, but the nobles in the cold wind city either die or escape. What Zhou Qingfeng can rely on is his newly promoted civilian class, a class without privileges and territory.

In half a month, Zhou Qingfeng actually did nothing. He just refined the extensive aristocratic management model in the past and established the official business system.

In the past, the nobles raised a housekeeper and a few servants, and they had to complete all the work in the family. Including but not limited to purchase, business, land production, construction, etc.

The larger nobles are nothing more than a few butlers and a group of domestic servants. The city owner was nothing more than a patrol inspector to manage all sorts of chores in the city, a supervision office to stare at other nobles, and a knighthood to organize the nobles under the command of force.

Now that Cold Wind City is in Zhou Qingfeng's hands, there will be more division of labor. Just to compile the household registration, planning the streets is a big initiative for his rule.

As a result, the city becomes particularly busy, and people become hurriedly walking.

The owl devil is still in the city, at the moment it is moving with the owner.

Illusionist Johnson and Agent Powell, with their heads down, hired four or five coolies from the market to work. The Illusion Cabin was originally set in the aristocratic area north of the city. Now that place has been transformed, the two of them have to move their nests.

"Is everyone in this city crazy?"

Johnson muttered. He paid two times more expensive than usual to hire a coolie, only because the price of the labor force was abruptly increased by the new town owner.

Finding a job in the city is now easier than in the past. No one is doing too hard or too tiring work. You have to pay more for someone to accept employment.

The inspection office is divided into multiple functional departments. In order to facilitate management, migrants cannot easily enter the city, which also greatly raises the price of labor in the city.

It didn't cost a few dollars, but Johnson was unhappy. He always feels that the situation in the city is not right. Although the market atmosphere has been relaxed, the pace of various affairs has accelerated several times.

The illusion hut removed the disguise, and the coolies moved the furniture out of the house and shouted to install the carriage.

In the past, to work hard, the victim had to stare at it all the time, kept drinking and scolding, and had to give some money and food and drink from time to time. But now they don't work like they used to slow down, but they are very quick.

"You are doing a good job today." Wilson took a silver coin from his pocket and prepared to reward it.

The foreman in the coolie came over with a smile, took the silver coins naturally, and said casually: "We have to catch the next one, we must hurry."

The foreman's habitual flattery, but stood upright in front of Wilson, without a respect. This made the illusionist's forehead jump straight, feeling himself offended.

Powell, who was an agent, quickly pulled his companion and whispered: "Don't make trouble, this city doesn't belong to us now."

"It's only a few days!" Wilson resented. As a member of the old forces, he felt that the current cold wind city is really "the world is under the wind, moral corruption".

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