Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

At first, the serfs talked a lot about the use of the toilet, but when the first toilet was completed, the serfs were surprised to find that this toilet was built for them.

It is hard for the serfs to imagine that such a spacious and brand-new stone house is just to solve the problem of filth. When they feel that the lord is spending money, the serfs run to the toilet every day with extra effort.

This is not because of the notice issued a few days ago that they are not allowed to litter the fenbian, but because the serfs feel that apart from the opportunity to go to the toilet, I am afraid that they will not be able to be associated with the brand-new stone house in this life.

When the construction of the three toilets was completed, Narant made a special tour of Maiye Village and Doom Village.

While determining the quality of the stone house, the road conditions were also checked.

This time, the stench was nowhere to be found on the road. It seemed that even before the toilets were built, the serfs had already carried out the order he issued to prohibit spilling filth.

"It's been five days now, and the fenbian in those pits should be almost fermented." After the sanitation and environmental issues have achieved phased results, it is necessary to proceed to the next step.

Narrant learned of the concerns of the serfs through Pete Boots and Kemby Cow Dung, fearing that the wheat seedlings would not be able to keep up with the nutrition when they were planted too densely.

So he ordered Pete and Kemp to water the wheat fields with the fenbian that had been buried in the pit the other day.

Although the two village chiefs didn't understand the reason, the Lord's order was divine grace, so they led the people of Stormwind to do it without hesitation.

...

"Flame Triple Slash!"

In the back garden of the castle, Narant's whole body vindictive qi was continuously converging and compressing within several special qi veins.

This process of converging and compressing lasted about four breaths.

"First cut!"

boom!

Narant's figure suddenly moved, and with the first cut, his long sword was covered with a layer of fierce fire.

The flames are extremely hot, this is not an illusory picture, these flames are real flames formed when the aura is highly compressed and instantly released.

Second cut...

The third cut...

The flame on the long sword kept beating. When Narant's triple sword slash was released to the third slash, the flame on the long sword was already exuberant to the extreme, and the surrounding air became distorted.

With the third slash straight down, a stone weighing dozens of kilograms in front was suddenly slashed by the long sword!

boom!

Immediately, the stone broke apart and exploded, and many small stones were charred black.

"Haha! Cool! Sure enough, everyone loves the ultimate move. If there is a triple slash of flames, I am afraid that the hellhound that day will not have a second chance to attack me!"

That's right, Narant at this time has successfully learned the secret skill of the triple slash of flames.

After eating the intelligence fruit that day, the secret fighting qi skills on the parchment were no longer difficult for him to understand. After a few days of continuous practice, he finally had his first big move.

"Even if Di Li is a middle-level bronze knight, now he has the secret fighting qi skill plus Vivian, it should be enough to deal with him."

Narant breathed a sigh of relief. He was already confident in dealing with the biggest problem in the Quint camp.

...

At the same time, in the Castle of Baron Quint, in a magnificent and luxurious hall.

"Strange, why haven't those unlucky ghosts brought the fish to sell?"

Quint sat on the sofa made of snow fox fur, holding a silver cup in his hand, frowning and thinking while drinking the potion coconut.

Although he has accumulated a lot of wealth by relying on salt, Quint is still a little concerned about the fish and meat of the storm. After all, his expenses are very large, so he needs to make a lot of money.

"My lord, Captain Johnny is asking in the vestibule!" At this moment, a servant came to the door of the hall.

"Let him in!"

Soon, Captain Johnny was led down the hall by the footman.

"I've seen adults!"

"Well, Johnny, you're not patrolling the town, why are you running back?"

"My lord, I have heard urgent news, so I will come and report to you immediately!"

"What urgent news?" Quint rarely heard any urgent words, so he straightened his bloated body.

"My lord, didn't the castle steward say the day before yesterday that there will be fewer teams purchasing salt at the end of this month?"

"Well, there is such a thing!" Quint nodded.

The aristocratic motorcades came to Kunterling to buy salt basically once a month, and they all came at the end of the month, but a strange phenomenon occurred two days ago, that is, the number of noble motorcades brought in by Tulips decreased by more than half.

Originally, the housekeeper was talking to him, but Quint didn't take it to heart. After all, his family was the only one who produced salt in the vicinity. Maybe something was delayed.

But now, when he heard Johnny's words, his heart skipped a beat.

"Sir, the little one may know the reason! I was in the town tavern just now and heard a tulip collar caravan steward talking, saying that the storm collar next door also sells salt?"

"Storm collar also produces salt? Didn't they come to us a few days ago because of lack of salt to dry the fish?" Quint was stunned for a moment, not quite convinced.

"My lord, that's what the convoy manager said, and the salt of the Storm Leader is cheaper to sell. Even civilians only need a pack of seven copper plates. If you go directly to the Storm Leader to buy it, you only need a pack of five copper plates!"

Captain Johnny answered cautiously!

"Did you hear it wrong?" Quint's hand holding the silver cup couldn't help shaking.

"Sir, you should not have heard it wrong. I specially invited the steward to drink a beer. According to him, the salt sold by Stormwind is still unmixed with sand. If the nobles were not worried that they would be contaminated with bad luck, it is estimated that they would not come in the future. We bought it here!"

boom!

"Bastard, a pack of five copper plates is sold to the commoners? Not mixed with sand? Is the second son of the trash so poor? How much money can he make!" At the end of the month, the number of nobles who came to buy salt with tulip collars was indeed reduced by half.

Thinking of this, Quint directly smashed the silver cup in his hand on the ground, and roared with a twisted face.

Salt is a specialty of his Kent collar. If Narant really messes up and destroys it like this, then his income will probably be greatly affected in the future.

"Send someone to check and see what's going on, and where is the elf that produces salt? The sale of nearby salt must be in my hands, Quint!"

Quint really hated Narant, as the saying goes, breaking people's fortunes is like killing one's parents, not to mention that what Narant cut off was so bitter and miserly Baron Quint's fortunes.

"Yes, my lord!" Johnny shrank his head and exited the hall when he heard the order.