Construction Chamber of Commerce

Roland waited there for a while, waiting for all the bloodline members to register before going to choose a house together.

The first place to be cleared was the center of the town, where wooden houses were built around the square. Several bloodline people who came for the title were a little dissatisfied when they saw this: "There is no house specifically for bloodline people? They live like ordinary people."

As expected, they looked down on the flax-haired boy as an ordinary person. Although he was a descendant of a noble family, only bloodline people would understand bloodline people.

In the face of their complaints, the boy acted very friendly, which subtly contributed to their prejudice, until the group saw the armored bloodline coming back with a group of militiamen, dragging a tiger-shaped monster corpse behind them.

This monster was as big as a carriage, and even though it was dead, it was still impressive. The Bloodline Person who had just mocked it in a low voice had a stiff face. Most of the Wandering Bloodline Persons were below D-level, and the degree of pollution was astonishing. He could tell at a glance that his strength was far inferior to that of the opponent.

"We are back, Master Mason."

The knight greeted them, his handsome features and a faint smile were unforgettable.

"These are the bloodline people that Mr. Profiteer said he wanted to join New Town, right? Hello, I am Ronald Dabernall, the current guardian of New Town."

Upon hearing this name, some people were surprised. After taking a look at the other person's clothes, which were from the past, they carefully asked, "Are you a descendant of the Dabernacle family?"

“Yes, I am fortunate to have inherited the legacy of my ancestors.”

These knight families still carry on the ancient tradition, putting their offspring into danger for testing, and the victors return to receive their first set of armor. These knights who retain the spirit of knights are active on the battlefield, creating an interesting landscape.

One of the bloodline members didn't think much about it: "Isn't it that all the Dabernacle family... um!"

His next words were interrupted by an elbow from his companion, who looked devastated: "Please, if you can't speak, just be dumb."

The man smiled awkwardly and kept silent under the dangerous gazes of the people around him. His companion apologized awkwardly: "Sorry, his blood is beast, so his brain is not very good."

Ronald is the only one left in the Dabernacle family?

Mason suddenly thought of the room in Ronald's mansion where the relics of his ancestors were stored, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

Fortunately, Ronald had a good temper. Otherwise, if he had stepped on the opponent's sore spot as soon as he arrived, the only way out would have been to draw his sword. His companion seemed to be thinking of atoning for the crime. Ronald easily forgave him.

"It doesn't matter. This is the truth. I am the only one left in the Dabernacle family. The two viscounts have been kind to me, so I chose to stay. I don't think it's a shameful secret."

He looked at Mason and said, "Is Mr. Profiteer back? The tainted beasts this time are relatively intact. I want to sell them to him."

There are two uses for polluted beasts: performing bloodline rituals and collecting materials. In either case, the remains must be destroyed to prevent the spread of pollution.

There was no one in the new town who was ready to perform the ritual, and it was troublesome to collect and preserve the items. It would be better to sell them directly to profiteers in exchange for some resources. Since Ronald discovered this way to make a fortune, he became much more active when he went out on patrol, and even learned a set of exchange standards without any guidance.

Mason's mind moved, and a light voice came from a distance. Before people saw the speaker's face, they could already picture a face that brought good fortune and good luck.

"What a huge guy! The body is so well preserved. Your strength is getting stronger and stronger."

"Thank you for the award. Let's go there and talk so as not to interrupt Master Mason's explanation."

The blond knight said hello and walked over to the black-robed merchant to talk. Mason explained, "There are many monsters near the new town, and unscrupulous merchants will buy corpses. If you find any rare materials, you can hand them over."

Having said this, the young master winked at them slyly.

"One piece of advice, it's better to have complete ingredients. Even if it's just a mess, unscrupulous merchants will still buy it, but the price will be greatly discounted."

Everyone was shocked, even the most powerful bloodline members followed the boy to find the way. They arrived in front of the townspeople's wooden house. The cooks were processing wild fruits at the door. When they saw the newcomers, they stood up to greet them. One of them smiled and said, "Why are you here today, Master Mason?"

"Just keep doing your own things. I'll bring them here to find out the situation."

Mason asked them to sit down and continued his explanation.

"This is where the villagers live. There will be patrols at night. You can join the patrols and come to me to get your rewards later."

Walking further out, one can see the old houses and the village entrance that have not been demolished yet. The regrowing weeds and shrubs have been cleared, revealing the uneven ground. The dilapidated houses stand there, with the doors and windows swaying precariously in the wind. Seeing this, the Blood Veined One feels complicated.

This place has to be demolished later, otherwise it will damage the image. Mason silently kept this in mind.

"The new town has just been established, and there are many things you can do. Ronald's pioneering team, the autumn hunting team that captures prey, the construction team that helps with reconstruction, and the patrol team I just mentioned all need people. You can choose according to your actual situation."

After hearing this, the bloodline people thought about what they should do. Mason was very happy to see this. These dozen bloodline people were just like timely rain, which immediately filled the labor shortage, not to mention the agricultural talents like Roland.

The main occupations in Cross's territory are gathering and hunting. The people grow some crops, which are just enough to maintain daily needs. In Mason's eyes, the potential of planting is far more than that.

The land near the new town is flat and wide, very suitable for large-scale planting. In addition, the river where the bone-eating fish is located will be the best source of water as long as the monster is eliminated.

After all, forest resources are limited. Moreover, this world also has the habit of dividing crops into spring and autumn seasons. Mason began to think about it.

Even though the people in the territory didn't think much of it, he still found time to select a small piece of land suitable for farming. Unfortunately, he had to put it on hold due to lack of manpower. Now Roland's arrival gave him a glimmer of hope. His bloodline could stimulate and control plants, and with proper planning, he might be able to contribute to food storage.

He patiently answered the questions of the bloodline members and told them where they should go to report. After finishing the work at hand, the young man enthusiastically stepped forward and pulled Roland: "Mr. Roland, in addition to the four items just now, I have a job that is more suitable for you."

The Bloodline was dragged to the edge of the field in bewilderment, and a handful of seeds were forced into his hand. He couldn't help but laugh when he understood the boy's request, which did dispel some of the uneasiness he had when he first arrived.

Still a little kid, he muttered to himself, scattering the seeds into the soil and stimulating the blood vessels to bring about birth.

As the subtle movement spread, new green buds slowly emerged from the land. Under Roland's focused indoctrination, the wheat sprouted and produced heavy ears of fruit. This plant was no different from the wheat in the previous life. The yellow ears of wheat swayed in the wind, and looked very pleasing to the eye.

At the same time, a very fine pollution spread as the plants grew. Roland calmly broke off an ear of wheat and handed it to Mason.

"Large-scale plant growth draws nutrients and pollution from the soil. So the more crops you have, the more pollution you collect. The north is better at growing crops than the south."

Roland spoke in detail about his area of ​​expertise.

"I have been to the north for some time. Purification chemicals developed by the Mechanical City and the church have been used on a large scale there. The price is much more affordable than other regions. The church has made a lot of money from this."

Mason was very excited and said, "This is what is called a specialty product. If we can have it, we don't have to worry about financial problems."

Roland had seen the amazing abilities of the profiteer in the coalition, and suggested: "Why don't you buy some technology from the profiteer? It's not realistic to buy goods in the long term, but if you buy technology from him to learn, I think it should be profitable."

The boy smiled bitterly: "The profiteers' business is based on equal exchange, but knowledge has always been clearly priced."

He had thought about buying some high-tech blueprints from the unscrupulous merchants, but the prices were prohibitive, at least not affordable in Xinzhen right now.

Roland thought for a moment and said, "What about the seeds?"

"Some polluted plants can be used as materials. They are used in both medicine and alchemy, and major forces purchase them all year round. I know how to cultivate several common polluted plants. If they can be mixed into medicine and sold, the price will be higher."

Mason's eyes suddenly lit up: "There should be pharmacists in Ya'an City. We can try to reach an agreement and share the profits."

Earl Yaan has the most bloodline people in the territory. Judging from the frequency of the angel hybrid's use of medicine last time, the consumption is definitely not low. As the saying goes, the wool comes from the sheep. The more Mason thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

Talent, this is talent. Fortunately, he had the foresight to bring him back. How could such a talent be left out there to fight and kill? Of course, he must be well protected.

He suppressed his excitement and couldn't help asking, "Since you can cultivate polluted plants, why are you still a wandering bloodline? Wouldn't it be safer to just find a territory?"

"this..."

Roland felt a little ashamed. "The methods of cultivating these polluted plants are no secret in the north. There are many bloodline people there who are more powerful than me. The east is famous for its mining weapons, the west is used to using seafood, and the south doesn't have the habit of large-scale planting. The more famous planting areas are not short of people."

As time went by, even if he wanted to find some territory to stay in, he had no chance, so Mason got it.

Seeing the other party's satisfaction, if it were before, Roland would definitely be happy for this stable job, but after meeting the profiteer, he had a bigger goal.

The man mustered up his courage and said, "Mr. Mason, I came here to join Mr. Profligate's Chamber of Commerce. Although I can meet your requirements temporarily, I may not be able to serve in the long term in the future."

Mason's thoughts came to an abrupt end.

I didn't expect that the final enemy would be myself.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said hypocritically: "Don't worry, this is only a temporary assignment. When Mr. Swindler's Chamber of Commerce is established, you can immediately transfer to work there."

Roland agreed readily this time and gave him the list of polluted plants he remembered, looking forward to a better life in the future. Mason asked him to go back and familiarize himself with the environment, and he went to the village to find the profiteer.

In the square, Ronald was still talking to the black-robed merchant, but the corpse of the monster brought by the militia had disappeared. Seeing him coming, the knight greeted him happily: "Thank you for your hard work, Master Mason."

"I'm just taking them for a walk, it's not a big deal." The flax-haired boy came over. "What are you talking about?"

In fact, he knew exactly what the two were talking about. Before he came, Ronald was discussing future construction issues with the profiteer. The knight wanted to hurry up and build an outer wall and a watchtower for the village, so as to prevent monsters from sneaking in when people were not paying attention. The profiteer used money to deny all his hopes.

"We talked about the village. I want to use better materials when building the wall so that it will be the strongest." Ronald suddenly remembered something, said "sorry" to the profiteer, and walked towards Mason.

"Master Mason, could you give me a moment?"

Is there anything that a dishonest businessman cannot bear to hear? This attitude is really rare in Ronald.

Mason responded blankly. The knight took him to a place where the profiteer could not hear him. His serious look reminded Mason of his college teacher in his previous life.

"Please allow me to remind you that the new town is now on the right track. We need to fulfill our promise and establish a chamber of commerce base for profiteers."

His attitude today was very tough, as if he was discussing something important. Mason had already planned, and he put this matter after the land reclamation was completed to avoid taking up too much manpower. The Chamber of Commerce was not in a hurry, and development was the hard truth. But this time, for some reason, Ronald was unexpectedly persistent.

"Mr. Profiteer has provided us with a lot of help, and these bloodline people came to the new town because of him. Now is the best time to establish it. Since he has made contributions to the new town, we must give him a reward. The townspeople have already selected the address and materials for the Chamber of Commerce and are just waiting for your order."

The townspeople who were taken care of by the profiteer also knew his good intentions and had already planned a construction plan. Hearing this, Mason's expression softened and he said with a half smile and a half sigh: "If that's the case, I can only agree. Just go ahead and do it. The profiteer will definitely be happy."

Anyway, they are all thinking about themselves, what else can I say? Mason even felt a little excited in his heart. If the profiteer was a human being, he would definitely be happy about this.

Ronald was a little embarrassed. "There's one more thing I need your help with. Please don't tell Mr. Merchant about it. It will take a few days to build. The townspeople want to give him a surprise."

Mason waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and walked towards the profiteer to buy the seeds he needed. The black-robed merchant waited for the boy to pay before taking out a bag of seeds from his pocket. The paint on the pale mask flowed, outlining a brilliant red smile.

The boy took the seeds and arranged the timetable in his mind. Canaan's return journey was slow, so it should take three days. Oreius would return home in two days, so he had plenty of time to solve the water problem before then.

"The first solution is to find the source and get rid of the bone-eating fish completely. The second solution is to build a bridge that won't collapse so people don't fall off when crossing the river."

The coalition provided sufficient funds for the profiteers, and with the help of these bloodline members, an idea gradually took shape.