"Shh..."

With the quill pen flying across the paper, Khrushchev, having squeezed every last drop of value from the aristocracy, presented Xiao Han with the first set of compiled documents.

Xiao Han took it, his bright red pupils scanning the documents. He nodded slightly; he really couldn't understand it...

Scribbles?

Is this thing popular in another world too?

And what are these simple markings? Do you think they're graffiti?

Concealing the strange look in his eyes, Xiao Han returned the information to Khrushchev, stood up, and decided it was time to return to the city.

I wonder how far the construction of Titan City has progressed, whether the seeds in the planting area are growing tenaciously in the cold wind, or perhaps, while the city's residents are enthusiastically involved in the construction, it's time to scatter some ashes to add to the festivities.

Let's go.

Xiao Han chuckled softly, three amethyst grapes adorning his waist, his long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall, swaying gracefully in the cold wind outside.

He was dashing and handsome, with an elegant and serene demeanor. His kingly aura captivated everyone around him (with a sense of awe, fear, and dread).

The spoils of their journey through the wasteland made the novice demon king, Little Fox, want to set off firecrackers, bang drums, and celebrate with the whole world!

Although the count lord was not captured, the wealth he had accumulated over the years was considerable, equivalent to the sum of what he had previously plundered from various lords.

Moreover, the most crucial thing was the capture of a magic weapon cannon. Although the core device was dismantled and it was an alchemical product discarded by the Duchy of White Orchid, Xiao Han had once managed to dismantle the magic weapon cannon's structure at close range under Evelyn's training when he was freeloading in Cossenburg. He was met with a long-legged, 180-degree spinning side kick, paying the price of three broken ribs and a week's worth of lavish meals.

Although the two sides are not on the same continent, and the development level, structure, and energy device of the magic cannon are different, Natasha's alchemical skills can not only repair the magic cannon, but also attempt to replicate it.

"Sir, then should we..."

The nobles were overjoyed to see the group of thieves preparing to leave, but several wolf riders coldly bound them all and dragged them away like dogs with ropes as the group of weak nobles gradually became bewildered.

Noble: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"

"His Highness said that after eating the last bite of cooked food in the human world, you can set off in peace."

A wolf rider answered the nobleman's question. Amidst the latter's anger—"Despicable thieves!" "The God of Harvest will punish you!" "The majesty of the Duchy of Bailan cannot be challenged!"—he grabbed his spear and struck the most vocal nobleman several times. The curses were quickly replaced by screams of agony. This group of pampered nobles abandoned their so-called dignity and begged for mercy, with several even shedding tears of grief and indignation.

Even the last meal before execution... why was it always cheap ale (to get him drunk and extract information), toast, fried frogs, and other foods only commoners eat?!

But Khrushchev didn't care about any of that. After squeezing all the intelligence out of these nobles, he followed Xiao Han's instructions and, without saying a word, lined them up to be sent to the gallows in the city to be executed.

However, Xiao Han retained the last shred of humanity that was about to be extinguished. Out of humanitarian considerations, the last meal was quite sumptuous, so that these prisoners who were about to face death could feel a last bit of warmth... or perhaps pour a bucket of ice water to make them feel despair?

Under the devil's influence, this prosperous city under the count's rule began to crumble. Countless oppressed mobs wreaked havoc, and even the few voices of reason were drowned out by the boundless flames of rage...

The public resentment erupted, showing that class contradictions had been accumulating for a long time. Xiao Han merely lit this powder keg, and it exploded into a torrent of grievances.

...

The extinguished fire reignited in the city, sending billowing black smoke into the sky.

This was after the rioting crowd had hanged the nobleman, they then set the place on fire.

"Awoo!"

"Yo yo?"

"Hiss!"

The city gate, breached by the bomb, was littered with ruins. Hundreds of wolves served as the armed force, with a number of snow foxes following them. The tamed warhorses pulled more than fifty chained wagons. If they had expressions, they would surely be filled with grief and indignation.

Although we found a lot of storage equipment along the way, we carried even more supplies, all of which were contracted out to one of the Earl's horse farms.

The carriage was connected by iron chains and had several wheels at the bottom, giving it excellent load-bearing and transporting capabilities. It was the Earl's tool for transporting the duchy's goods, but it ended up benefiting Xiao Han.

Sitting in the imperial carriage, Xiao Han gazed out the window at the city ablaze with fire.

The Nordic region is a large continent. Although the northern regions do not have abundant resources compared to other areas, they are still under the watchful eyes of the gods.

For example, Arthas, the god of harvest who was banished from Middle-earth for losing the Sword of Victory, was a shameless old dog who, while the gods were in full-scale war and the wings of demons swept across the battlefields of Norse mythology, kept cultivating land in the North, collecting rare soil and growing abundant crops, thereby secretly drawing divine power from the harvest.

Therefore, churches that worship the god of harvest will have a piece of excellent land, and every priest who has mastered divine magic is an agricultural master with farming skills.

The state religion of the Duchy of Bailan is the God of Harvest, and the God of Harvest, who wields the sword of victory, is also known as the God of Victory...

However, the powers in the North are as numerous as the stars, and the Duchy of Bailan is one of the more powerful ones, ruled by the Duke of Bailan.

One of the true hegemons was Constantinople, home to the Golden Family and comparable to a nation.

A spring of life flows, breaking through the level cap, thus greatly reducing the difficulty of embarking on the golden path, resulting in many people pledging their loyalty. For outside forces, this is an opportunity that is hard to refuse.

Fortunately, the quality of this Fountain of Life was utterly worthless to the Demon King outside the North and to the Knights' Alliance formed by the various kingdoms. Otherwise, even with a dozen or so Gold-rank powerhouses stationed in Constantinople, it wouldn't have been enough for the Demon King's military officers to carry out a simple massacre.

What path will Titan City take next?

While Xiao Han was deep in thought, Khrushchev, outside the curtain, looked at the many carriages behind him that outnumbered those leaving the city, and was quite moved.

No one expected that the little fox who used to plunder homes would one day attack an entire city, truly... plundering homes all the way.

He drank a bottle of freshly brewed wine to keep his blood and energy flowing smoothly and to ward off the cold of the worsening weather.

"Huff!"

A frost flower bloomed before my eyes, and the cold wind swept by, melting away the heat surging on my skin from drinking.

The next instant, he threw down the bottle, looked up at the sky, and his pupils contracted!

The sky was a vast expanse of white, yet it remained still, as if frozen in ice and frost.

"The Calamity of Winter...?"