More than a month into the harsh winter, the sudden heavy snowfall subsided, and upon opening the city gates, a world of ice and snow came into view.
The snow covered the entire grassland, with snow up to 30 centimeters deep. When you stepped in, the snow was almost up to your knees, making it a perfect place to dump a body.
"Click!"
More than twenty figures, wielding shovels, cleared the snow outside the city walls under the command of their superiors.
"My God, there's still so much left! When will we ever finish shoveling it all up?!"
"Stop saying discouraging things. I also want to go back to my home and warm myself by the fireplace. It's really too cold outside."
"Speaking of which, the vegetables in the city will be ready in the next few days... cough cough, I've been eating too much meat lately, so I'd like to eat some vegetables to change things up."
The snow shoveling workers chatted among themselves. They were wearing cotton-padded jackets underneath over coats, but even so, they felt a chill in their bodies on the snow.
"Come on, back in the day, we never had meat to eat. We only had black bread that we earned by working. Back then, we had to fight for even a little bit of bread crumbs."
One of the staff members pointed at his colleague and laughed and cursed. He recalled his previous bad experience and then thought about how he was now well-fed and clothed. He was filled with emotion.
"Bang!"
In his hand, the shovel was stuck into the snow. It hit a hard object, which he mistook for a rock and was about to shovel away when a section of an arm emerged from the snow.
Staff member: “∑(°△°|||)”
...
"Seven werewolves were discovered at the edge of the snowfield?"
In the cabinet hall, Khrushchev frowned, tapping the table with a serious expression.
"Yes, to be precise, they are survivors who escaped from the tribe, but they managed to escape here while being pursued by slave traders," a civilian employee reported.
"Well, since they're outsiders, dealing with them is quite simple."
One minister suggested, "Whether to kill them, expel them, or sell them as slaves, it is up to the city lord to decide."
"To be on the safe side, let's investigate their background first. Perhaps this is a test from an outside force."
Another minister stepped forward and said.
"Seconded." The ministers behind him, belonging to the same faction, nodded in agreement.
Khrushchev: "..."
Damn it, these bastards have shut me up on everything I wanted to say, leaving me speechless. They're a bunch of cunning old foxes who eat grapes without spitting out the seeds.
He turned his head to look at his silent subordinates, his face grim.
Although the discovery of the werewolf was an accident, through the previous exchange, he realized the disadvantage on his side; his men had been utterly defeated by the opposing side.
The Minis lineage is too powerful. Now, with a strong figure on the Golden Path leading the way, Titan City is bound to rise!
As Titan City grows stronger, the pie of power also becomes larger and richer. Naturally, the two factions in the cabinet will have countless fierce clashes in the future as they try to divide up more power.
It seems I need to leverage the city lord's influence to cultivate my own faction as soon as possible, so that the pressure on me will be greatly reduced and I won't lose my footing.
"Bang!"
With these thoughts in mind, Khrushchev pounded the table even louder, clearly dissatisfied with the Tulip Family's henchmen, some of whom were old rivals.
With a "snap," the eggshell broke open, and amidst the stiff expressions of the crowd, he leisurely ate the peeled egg and drank milk.
Breakfast is still necessary. As an elderly person, you may have osteoporosis. As the city lord said, eating eggs can help with calcium intake.
...
Titan City, thanks to the material donations from several bigwigs in the wasteland, has luckily survived the most difficult winter period, which is truly gratifying. I believe that the lords who contributed to Titan City will die without regrets. Even if they jump out of their coffins... it's only because their souls have suffered a brain hemorrhage and been brought back to life by anger.
Uh, it seems like the soul has dissipated through the purification magic circle...
"What element is the strawberry lacking? The stems are withered and yellow, like it's rotten..."
Inside the greenhouse, Xiao Han squinted as he carefully examined the five strawberry plants that had withered and died.
Several agricultural experts who had been invited rushed over upon hearing the news, but they too looked worried and bewildered as they stared at this species they had never seen before.
Meanwhile, in the glass greenhouse opposite, more than fifty strawberry plants were growing luxuriantly. Under the ripening effect of earth magic, they grew to the waist of an adult, with lush green leaves and a hazy, verdant appearance, with a few thumb-sized, greenish fruits faintly visible.
Strawberries are a rare species here, as they have very high requirements for cultivation and are quite delicate.
Back then, to alleviate the pressure of prison, Evelyn and he had planted some fruit trees together. Although they all withered and died, they provided valuable experience. Afterwards, even more plants died, leaving him with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his sins heavy.
"Never mind, maybe it's just that good people don't get good rewards."
Xiao Han stopped his completely bewildered subordinates, shook his head, and sighed.
As a member of the transmigrator army, I have disgraced my seniors, but if I had a junior high school science textbook, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
Soon, Xiao Han adjusted his mindset, slipped away to Minnie's farmland, and casually scattered a large amount of grass seeds.
They're so adept at harming others for their own benefit that people can't help but call them experts.
But he blinked and saw a layer of dry grass on the ground, with grass seeds scattered on it.
Xiao Han: "..."
The elven girl was quick-witted, so what could the novice demon king do? It was perfectly reasonable for her to cause a fire accident.
A flame shot from his fingertips, and he hesitated whether to burn them.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a green meteor streaked by. Xiao Han squinted, and blazing fire condensed into a spear. The spear tip pierced the meteor, scattering several charred leaves.
This was a cabbage the size of a football. Xiao Han glanced at the girl who threw the cabbage; the bucket she was carrying was full of cabbages and some potatoes.
Minise stared at the little fox that was "maliciously" lurking next to her strawberries, her eyes narrowing into crescents as she concealed her dangerous edge and smiled, "Lord City Lord, your vegetables are ripe, aren't you going to harvest them?"
She picked up a cabbage, smiled gently, and looked like a pure and innocent young girl.
But the novice demon king knew that the other party was also a demon king (a wild one).
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