Desire. Hope Fragrance

The next morning, the hangover people woke up. Even Ronald couldn't resist the endless drinking. When he woke up, he lay dazed in the tent. It took him a while to react to what happened.

Oops, I drank too much yesterday!

The blond knight immediately walked out of the tent. The townspeople were walking out in groups of three or four, yawning. Those who woke up early had already started to clean up the garbage left behind yesterday. The black-robed merchant was sitting at the entrance, the corners of his robe wet with dew.

Ronald walked up to him with some guilt: "Sorry, I drank too much yesterday. Were you the one keeping watch all night?"

The other party waved his hands, quite aware of the situation: "It's okay, this is extra money."

Well, I guessed that this would be the sentence. Ronald swallowed the rest of the words dryly, thanked him and left to look for the young master.

Soon, he found the noble boy among the cooks. The latter was sitting on a wooden stake, peeling onions silently, with his hair flying up and down, as obedient as a little hamster.

My young master is still the best. Ronald was relieved and walked over to greet him with a smile: "Good morning, Young Master Mason. Today's task is to go out and draw a map. Do you want to come with us?"

Mason, who had been peeling onions for a long time, was shocked and said, "Yes!"

The knight took the order. After breakfast, he led a small team and took Mason with him to go out to investigate, leaving the task of guarding to the profiteer.

Mason had just used the profiteer to guard the place for a whole night yesterday, and he had found the most suitable position to squat with great experience, and he served as a surveillance camera peacefully. The main body followed Ronald and his friends for a day, and got a general understanding of the situation near the new town.

The west is the way they came, and the river of bonefish is a big problem that needs to be solved urgently. Even if they can buy the solution from the unscrupulous merchants, the price is still high.

This is not about putting the eggs in the left hand into the basket in the right hand. Mason felt hopelessly heartbroken when he thought about his parents' penniless territory having to subsidize the profiteer Qian, the iron rooster. The best way is to find some reliable methods on your own.

The south and west are plains, open and boundless, with many small animals such as hares. The east is a large forest. The exploration team did not go too deep, but only patrolled the edge. Mason did not see anything, but the experienced hunters in the team found feces and scratches left by wild animals.

Ronald observed for a while and signaled the team to leave. After retreating a distance, he explained: "This kind of place is prone to monsters. I will bring people here to clear it out later. Only after the cleanup can we start cutting wood."

The hunter said, "We have to hurry up. If we start working in the next few days, we can still build a house for the winter. If we wait another half a month, we will have to wait until winter to build a house, and we will also need to deal with the prey for the winter."

There is no snow in the southern territory in winter, and it is damp and cold to the bone, so the stove needs to be kept burning continuously. Ronald was ready to spend the next few days here, and nodded carefully: "I understand, I will prepare it when I return. If the food is insufficient, I will apply to the Viscount for allocation."

"The town doesn't have much in the way of supplies, and we'll be organizing a hunting trip in late autumn. With the Viscount here, I hope we can store enough food until next spring."

Mason listened attentively. He had grown up in the city all his life and had never cared about the farming season. But for people in this world, survival is a vital matter.

Thinking of what the profiteer saw on the road, Mason hesitated for a long time before moving closer to Ronald and whispered, "Uncle Ronald, why do we have such vast plains in our territory but no farmland?"

Ronald was stunned for a moment. "You probably don't know. Farmland cultivation requires regular cleaning of pollution, otherwise it will cause mutations. The purification is the responsibility of the temple. The Earl doesn't have a good relationship with them, so most of the food in our territory comes from hunting."

Pollution, pollution, pollution... How come this world is full of pollution? Mason wrinkled his face. Without food, there would be no population, and without population, there would be no way to develop. He asked without hope, "Why doesn't the Earl like the church?"

"this..."

The knight looked embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment, then turned away and whispered, "This is a problem that has been accumulating for a long time."

"The southern faction where Earl Yaan is located is based on the noble association, which is naturally opposed to the northern faction that is based on the church. Although both are for the continuation of mankind, who can be the leader is also a big problem, which even determines the future path."

Mason's mind moved: "Road?"

"This is no secret among the bloodline people. The path that the church insists on is the path to godhood. By reproducing the era of the gods, they maintain order with the authority of gods."

"The Noble Association believes that the gods are dead and that the next era should be controlled by humans themselves. They advocate increasing the concentration of bloodline members, creating a legion, and letting strong bloodline members serve as guardians. This is also the biggest difference between the two."

"Besides that, there are some other forces, but compared to the two major roads, they are weaker and have unique technologies, so they also have a place. As a supporter of the Noble Association, it is natural for the Earl to hate the Church. Before the two forces were integrated because of taboos, many people in his family died at the hands of the Church."

Ronald continued to tell the story. Seeing the boy's interest, he smiled and patted his head. "Well, if you like these stories, you can go and have a look at the books in the Viscount's study. They record some relevant content. We should continue our inspection."

Mason nodded absentmindedly, but still hadn't given up the idea of ​​developing agriculture.

As Yaan's subordinates, Cross and his wife were born with the mark of the noble association, and it was difficult for them to ask the priests for help. But there are always more solutions than difficulties. He had to find a way to develop agriculture to make the territory prosperous!

He quickly caught up with Ronald and asked, "How do you maintain the farmland in the territory now?"

"The medicine used is produced by the temple. In the past, there were bloodline people who were good at purification to come and inspect, but that was too troublesome."

The boy blinked his eyes and looked very obedient: "Can you help me get a medicine?"

"Well..."

Facing the shining eyes, the knight hesitated for a long time before finally surrendering. As long as the other party said so, even if they had to get a priest back, the two viscounts would say it was no problem.

This young master doesn't seem to be the type to make trouble out of nothing and ask him to find something for nothing. It should be okay to find something...right? Ronald thought. He reluctantly agreed.

"I understand. I will prepare one for you when we return to the territory, Master Mason."

"Thank you, Uncle Ronald!"

Mason smiled brilliantly in return, his mind busy calculating.

One potion should be enough for the profiteer to analyze. The initial supply can rely on blessings, and then slowly find substitutes. Compared with beasts with a long breeding period, farming is undoubtedly a population weapon.

The slightly chilly autumn breeze blew in his face, and Mason's heart warmed as he listened to the townspeople discussing building a house.

After Ronald leads people to clear the forest in the next few days, we can start to organize logging teams, construction teams and hunting teams to prepare materials for the winter.

He could let the profiteers stay here to guard the house, and he could return to the knight town to transport supplies. As long as they survived this winter, these wasteland would be able to grow lush crops when the spring breeze came.

This will become the hope of everyone in the new town, and will also become the power that he secretly holds in his hands.

......

While the entity is busy launching infrastructure projects, there has also been progress on the part of Oreius.

During these few days, the two swordsmen traveled through the wilderness, and they kept on going. They were both strong and healthy bloodline people, and with Shaken's shadow transmission, their speed was very impressive.

Although Shaken was born into a noble family in the Central Region, he was very familiar with surviving in the wild. He often taught his companions. In his words, "I am not like some of the noble trash. My ability is earned by my own efforts."

As the one being taught, the red-haired young man believed it quite consciously.

The closer you get to the center, the more developed the towns along the way are. Even in those ordinary towns, the houses built of earth and stone have mostly been replaced by bricks, and the people passing by are in better spirits, revealing a thriving vitality.

According to his memory, Shaken led Oreius to find the city with the teleportation array. This city was more majestic than Ya'an, with high and solid walls, and well-equipped guards who were majestic and powerful. The teleportation array was set up in the square in the center of the city and was heavily guarded.

There are two teleportation arrays, one for leaving and one for entering. It is simply a fusion of mechanical aesthetics and mysticism, consisting of 32 mechanical columns buried deep in the ground, a base, and a white platform built on top. Fine patterns composed of energy shuttle through the internal structure. Each rotation will emit a dazzling light.

The line was extremely long. Shaken covered his dazzling blond hair with a hat, looked dishevelled, and had a thin decorative rapier hanging from his waist, which made him look different from his usual appearance.

He led Oreius directly to the soldiers and showed them the family emblem. The soldiers were immediately horrified when they saw it, and respectfully invited them to the front of the team, not daring to slack off.

Finally finding an opportunity to show off, Shaken glanced at Oreius with pride, but found that the latter was extremely calm. His face darkened, thinking that this country bumpkin would not be completely ignorant of the value of this family emblem? As a family member of the Twelve Round Table Council, even the Duke would have to give him face when he saw him.

The redneck himself was unaware, so Shaken deliberately cleared his throat and asked, "Is this your first time leaving the South?"

Oleus nodded honestly, and the blond nobleman smiled confidently: "Don't blink once you pass the teleportation array. The central area is completely different from other places. Believe me, no one can help but be fascinated by her."

The teleportation array was in operation, emitting a strong light. I felt dizzy for a moment, and when the surroundings lit up again, what I saw was an extremely brilliant and dazzling scene.

A dozen giant teleportation arrays were lined up outside the city, constantly pumping in huge crowds of people. In the flashing lights of the teleportation arrays, people of all kinds appeared from time to time, and the noisy crowds were like a school of fish caught in an upstream current, making people feel insignificant from the bottom of their hearts.

But none of this was as shocking as the city before him, so much so that Mason held his breath for a moment when he saw its entirety.

I don't know what kind of stone the snow-white city wall is made of, but it looks like fresh snow and glitters like jade, and it is extremely gorgeous in the sunlight. Its structure combines the elegance of Western style with the solidity of a castle, with tall gates opening in all eight directions, and the blue-white floor tiles will not leave a trace of dirt even if thousands or tens of thousands of people step on them.

On both sides of the road, there are lifelike sculptures of various shapes, which look similar to the gate beasts of Ya'an City, but are much more delicate and powerful. Just passing by, you can sense the silent and oppressive atmosphere.

The gatekeepers were all bloodline members holding guns, and they looked at the people coming and going with stern eyes. From time to time, people rode tamed exotic animals and passed by, startling the first visitors to shout and avoid them, and then they all cast envious and amazed glances. Compared with the scenes I had seen before, this scene was more like something out of a story.

Even the most ferocious monsters had to bow down to the nobles. Not to mention the various gorgeous carriages, luxurious, glamorous and magnificent, the price of the simplest one was staggering.

A flock of steel birds hovered in the sky, constantly monitoring every movement in the city. Griffins driven by machines crouched by the door, scanning the flow of people with their inorganic eyes. Magic circles were engraved as patterns on various decorations, lighting up and down like breathing, providing protection for the city.

Technology and fantasy are combined, and the genius design makes it shine. Every detail is meticulously crafted and natural, and the most discerning architects will praise it as a temple.

The red-haired young man stood in the crowd, looking up at the vast city, and the statues in the moat sang softly in his ears. He felt as if he had entered a city of alchemy machinery that was based on a Western fantasy setting.

No one could help but feel proud of it. The blond nobleman beside him had obviously been waiting for his reaction for a long time. Shaken stretched out his hands with a brilliant smile, and his tone was as melodious as if he was chanting a little poem.

“Welcome to the pearl of the Central Region, the intersection of power and desire, the treasure chest containing countless treasures—the capital city of Partington!”

The city that carries the most dazzling glory of mankind is far away from them. Even Mason, who has seen many wonders in his life, has to admit that the city before him is full of charm.

What makes all the visitors intoxicated in her embrace is not only her unique beauty, but also the intoxicating fragrance of desire in the air. But for him, this city has many other meanings.

The red-haired young man retracted his gaze, and his dark golden eyes met Shaken, who smiled sincerely and had an excited look in his eyes. His cheeks under the hood were pale and transparent, like a vampire casting a glance in the darkness, whispering tenderly to his prey. At this moment, this companion who had been with him all the way seemed a little strange.

"Don't worry, you'll be here a long time. Come on, Oreius. My family is waiting for you."

Yes, power makes people lose their minds, and blood creates wealth. He still needs to do a lot to be recognized by this city.

But what does it matter?

Oreius raised his lips slightly, revealing a cold and arrogant smile, and stepped forward with Shaken into the city filled with power, wealth and joy.

This city is too glamorous and tempting, and the conspiracy is full of treasure chests. Faintly, the young man smells the fragrance of desire from the future.