Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

The old farmer Hal carried the iron plow and rushed to the village in a hurry.

From a long distance, I saw a group of idlers returning from busy farming, chatting at the entrance of the village, which made the old Nong Hal even more excited.

He is eager to share what he has learned today with everyone.

He can guarantee that what happened to him today will make their eyes pop out of shock.

Thinking of the shocked and envious expression of the big guy, the old farmer Halton gained some strength, and his steps became more and more vigorous.

"Hey, old Hal, why are you back so late?"

Before they approached, someone shouted at the entrance of the village.

Looking around, a group of villagers gathered under the old locust tree, in the autumn wind, with their sleeves in their hands, their heads hunched, chatting there.

Occasionally, words such as "empire", "consul", and "policy" floated over.

Speaking of which, since the master of the imperial mage sent someone to spread the magic of interconnection to the village, the change has really been not the slightest bit.

Let’s not talk about it, just talk about the group of people at the entrance of the village!

When there was no Internet, what did everyone talk about when they got together?

The widow of the West family went to someone's house to borrow pot again today;

The owner's daughter-in-law is making trouble again and is about to leave;

The unscrupulous son of the Nan family went berserk and beat me again today.

The Bei family got into a fight with their neighbors because of the fence occupying three parts of the land.

In short, it's all trivial matters.

Well now, who's talking about this?

The news on the Internet is different every day, which is called a variety, which is dazzling to see and enjoyable to hear!

Up to imperial policy changes;

Wherever the nobles went, they were all copied and beheaded;

Go down to the city to reduce the price of food;

All kinds of news, I can't see it at all.

Especially about imperial policy, the adults in the village always like to talk about it, and they seem to be very knowledgeable, knowledgeable and wise.

"Hal, let me tell you, don't plow those barren fields, waste your energy, maybe they will be taken away by the noble lord when the harvest comes!"

"Yes, yes! If you have that strength, why don't you plant more mallow in the front and back of your house."

When the old Nong Hal approached, the villagers began to admonish him.

The old farmer Hal waved his hands again and again, and changed the subject: "Hey, let me tell you something, guess who I saw today?"

"Who? Could it be Master Mage?"

"mercenary?"

A group of idlers talked about it, and some people's eyes lit up:

"It can't be Dagacun Erni, I heard she is very beautiful!"

Old Nong Hal shook his head when he heard the words.

"Hey, who is it?"

"Say it quickly? Don't keep it up!"

Seeing the big guy's curiosity being aroused and urged again and again, the old Nonghal said with a mysterious face: "You can't guess it? Let me tell you, it is Mr. Ajayef."

"Ajeev? Is this name familiar?"

"Hey, don't say it, it sounds familiar to me."

"Who is it?"

All the villagers looked bewildered.

Someone seemed to have guessed who it was, and said with a look of disbelief, "Could it be Mr. Ajieff who created the Cold-resistant Black Valley?"

"It's him!" Old Nong Hal slapped his thigh, his expression was excited and proud.

He eagerly awaited everyone's envious and jealous expressions.

Unexpectedly, everyone heard the words and looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha……"

"Hal, you really know how to joke!"

"Master Ajayev lives in Willis, why did he come to our remote village?"

"No!"

Everyone laughed out loud, full of ridicule and disbelief.

Old Nong Hal was in a hurry.

"Really, don't you believe it, he is sitting on such a big carriage, pulled by two one-horned horses, there are hundreds of cavalry leading the way in front, and a large group of people follow behind.

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"After he got out of the car, he asked me if the land belonged to my family. He also told me that broad-leaved mallow is not resistant to cold. If you harvest this crop, you can't harvest it later. I asked a soldier brother specifically, and the brother said He is Lord Ajaf."

"By the way, he is young, as big as Er Goudan, probably in his twenties, with black hair, black eyes, and a white robe,"

The old Nong Hal was explaining incoherently, making gestures and descriptions, and his dancing and dancing seemed to be true.

"Impossible, how could Mr. Ajeev pass by us?"

"That's it!"

"Really, why don't you believe me?"

"Stop arguing, why don't we ask online?" Someone upheld justice.

"Okay, okay, that's a good idea."

Everyone applauded in unison, and immediately a literate villager called out to the Internet. After a lot of effort, he posted a post on the local forum.

"No, you have to ask on the Willis forum, who among us knows?"

"That makes sense."

Everyone made plans for a while, and the man hurriedly posted on Willis again.

At first, the big guy thought that he would have to wait for someone to reply, but he never thought that someone would reply not long after the post was posted.

Even local forums are included.

"Envy, you may really have met Mr. Ajef. He was escorting the Viais mission back to China, and happened to pass by us."

"Coincidentally, I also saw the Viais mission during the day, but unfortunately I didn't see Mr. Ajeev! Alas!"

"Master Ajef has black hair, black eyes, and is in his twenties. This feature is rare in our empire. I heard that he has the blood of demons, and demons are always around."

"You're talking nonsense upstairs. Master Ajaf is obviously a summoning magician. It's normal to have demons around you."

There are more and more replies like this.

Some people shared that they saw the Viais Mission;

Someone discussed the purpose of Lord Ajaf's mission;

There were also discussions and guesses about Mr. Ajaf's rare appearance;

The villagers who saw these replies were completely dumbfounded.

"My old lady, Hal, you... have you really met Lord Ajaf?!"

Everyone looked at old Nonghal in shock, with envy on their faces.

If you want to ask who has the most prestige in the eyes of the peasants of the empire, I am afraid it must be Mr. Ajaf!

He is the god of agriculture who saves the suffering and the living countless times!

To meet his old man, tell me, what an honor it is?

For a while, the old Nonghal became the center of the crowd, and everyone asked him about the details of how he met Ajeev.

How big is the fleet? how many people? What did Lord Ajaf say again? If you don't want to give up, it's called a deep-rooted question.

During the questioning, the old farmer Hal blushed with excitement, and began to describe it with spit.

He even fabricated several meeting details out of thin air with embellishments.

For example, Lord Ajaf praised him for growing broad-leaved mallow well;

He also chatted with him kindly, and taught him the skills of planting broad-leaved mallow.

It aroused the envy and hatred of everyone.

The atmosphere at the entrance of the village became more and more lively.

Until a group of peasant women rushing in, not only interrupted the happy atmosphere of the world, but also made everyone's mood take a turn for the worse, falling from heaven to hell.

"It's bad! It's bad! Spencer and the others are lost and can't find their way back to the village."

"What? Lost?"

"Yeah, they called and said they were chasing an elk, and ran away accidentally, and after hitting the elk, they found out that they had lost their way. Look, it's getting dark today, what should I do?! "

The peasant women stomped their feet in anxiety, tears were about to come out.

Regardless of the fact that the nearby wild animals were killed by hunters in their village, this does not mean that the forest at night is safe.

You know, many beasts, especially Warcraft are nocturnal animals.

At night, it becomes active.

Without absolute strength, spending the night in the forest is gambling your life!

"Don't panic, don't panic, I'll ask Spencer." An old hunter comforted him quickly.

He turned on the Internet and had a voice conversation with Spencer, asking about the features of the surrounding landforms.

Unfortunately, because they chased the elk too fast, Spencer and others didn't pay attention to the features of the landforms along the way.

Now at night, the visibility is less than ten paces. Even if the Internet has recently updated the lighting function, it is impossible to find the way out.

Even because of the lighting, it will attract the attacks of wild animals.

"Oh, what can I do? What should I do?"

The women were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, spinning around in circles.

"Why don't we ask the noble lord and send someone to look for it?"

"Don't count on them, when have you seen the noble master save someone?"

"I'll look for it! I'm familiar with the mountains." The old hunter gritted his teeth and spoke.

"No, they have already fallen in, so you can't fall in again?" Someone objected.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, so what should I do? Please God?" The old hunter looked ugly.

The entrance of the village became more and more flustered, and even some old women prayed to the only god of the Internet who they knew.

Old Nonghaer looked at the chaotic villagers, listened to the old hunter's angry words, and watched the women's prayers. When his eyes fell on the Internet screen, a bold idea suddenly appeared.

"I have a solution!"

"any solution?"

"Use it..."

In the expectant eyes of everyone, the old Nonghal suddenly pointed to the virtual scroll on the Internet.