Farming

With mixed feelings, the red-haired young man finished the bowl of soup.

Arnold continued, "Father asked me to tell you that you can think about what pollutants you want to ask the Speaker of the Parliament this time. There will be no second person to come first this time. By the way, do you remember Viscount Edward's village?"

"After Viscount Edward died in the line of duty, you have done a great job. After discussions within the association, we have obtained the permission of the chairman of the parliament. This time you can receive two A-level pollutants and one S-level pollutant, both awarded by him personally."

There must be some family game behind this. The red-haired young man accepted the favor and said with a smile: "Tell me about the chairman of the council."

He had heard this name from Shaken a long time ago, but he had never known the details. Arnold was naturally very clear about this matter and told him the story.

"As the upper echelon of the Noble Association, the Twelve Round Table Council has not only twelve family seats, but also a Council President as the commander. He is the strongest among humans and the scale that maintains the balance of the Council. Becoming the Council President means throwing away everything as an ordinary person."

"Names, families, relatives and personal preferences are no longer important to the Speaker of the Council. His purpose is only one: to ensure that all decisions made by the Council are for the continuation of mankind."

The red-haired young man recalled: "Shaken told me that Ai Bo was previously acknowledged by the Speaker of the Parliament as the successor to his position."

"It's public knowledge among the noble family that Shaken doesn't like him very much, but I don't think so."

The blond noble smiled and said slowly, "It's always good to have more people like this."

Although it is somewhat inhumane, this existence is like a beacon, warning the bloodline people not to deviate from the original course.

Compared to his two younger brothers, the eldest son of the family is indeed more mature. He sighed for a moment, and then continued to talk about the current chairman of the council: "The current chairman of the council has been in office for a long time, and most of the time he participates in the meeting in the form of a puppet. Like Ai Bo, he is also a natural bloodline, and his bloodline name is [Judge]."

The so-called natural bloodline refers to the monsters that have the bloodline from birth and have no corresponding bloodline. They may be very strong or very weak, but there is no doubt that each one is extremely difficult to replicate. Perhaps it is because of the similarities between the two that the chairman of the parliament looks at Ai Bo differently.

It was not difficult to see from Arnold's words that he admired and respected the Speaker of the Parliament. Oreius nodded: "When can I receive the reward?"

Arnold calculated and said, "We have to wait until we return to the capital. The remaining Mithril creatures can be handed over to the local bloodline people for processing. It will only take a few days."

Actually, I also want to ask if there are any rewards besides sealed items, such as Robbie...

Oreius hesitated to speak. These wealthy families who spent money like water never included worldly things in their rewards, but he really needed this. Whether it was the construction of a new town or the blessing of profiteers, it was all money.

Facing the blond noble in front of him, the red-haired young man could hardly resist the urge to ask questions. He comforted himself in vain, he could rely on the mission bonus for a short time, but the most important thing was to establish his own guild as soon as possible!

The new town is still under reconstruction, and it will probably take about two months just to clear the ruins and build houses. We can see if there are any special products there later. We can't always rely on Oreius to create something out of nothing, right?

Arnold was completely unaware of the other party's thoughts. After confirming the red-haired young man's thoughts, he said goodbye and left. He did not forget to take his brother away, who was working hard, so that the ancestor could think alone.

Faced with this subtle consideration, the red-haired young man couldn't help but curl his lips and shift his attention elsewhere.

He really needed this silence so that he could stage a grand enough drama.

......

On a more remote mountain in the east.

The profiteer released the mechanical bird. It flapped its wings and flew away nimbly.

Roland, who was standing beside him, looked up and identified the direction it was heading, with a bit of awe in his eyes. There were not many people here, only a dozen or so who believed the profiteer's words and decided to try their luck in the south.

The latter took them out of the camp's influence and found this desolate mountain in a day. Although they didn't understand his intention, the bloodline people still obeyed his arrangement.

Roland tried to make his tone as humble as possible: "Mr. Merchant, do you have anything else to do?"

"Never mind, I was just chatting with my customers."

During the time he left the camp, the profiteer had received four or five messages from mechanical birds. He released the last one with a smile, saying with some emotion: "This may be the second largest deal I have made in this period of time."

He made a deal with the Garcia family, using the offer of helping them win as bait, and obtained information and money related to the Aibo bloodline.

To this end, the profiteers specially formulated a complete plan to ensure the Garcia family's advantage in the rescue of the eastern battlefield.

He made a deal with the Owen family to gain their support and resources. Even if Arnold didn't say it, Oreus would have proposed giving the rescue camp reward to the Owen family at the right time.

As for the Luo family, he naturally kept the biggest piece of the pie. What he got from this was the promise and trust from Luo En. Thinking of his caravan plan, the smile on the mask of the profiteer became even more brilliant.

Of course, his goal was far more than that. Canaan successfully introduced the profiteer to those noble families, and he would sooner or later be able to turn all of them into his clients. Sensing the profiteer's great mood, Roland subconsciously asked, "What about the first big deal?"

After he asked, he realized that he had said something wrong and tried to find words to make amends. The profiteer smiled nonchalantly: "Of course I found you and was able to take you back. This is the most precious treasure to me."

With these bloodline people, Xinzhen has a new hunting team. They can provide a continuous supply of meat and clear nearby dangers. Thinking of this, the black-robed merchant's attitude became better, and his voice was as brisk as if he was talking about honey.

"I'm glad you've made the decision. I know you're worried and anxious. But please believe me, you won't be disappointed by where we're going. It's a desolate place, but fortunately you can get everything you want there."

The black-robed merchant spoke in a neither-too-loud nor-too-soft voice, but his real gaze penetrated the mask and fell on everyone's face.

"Whether it's wealth—"

A bloodline with a scar on his face couldn't help but lick his lips, revealing an expectant expression.

"It's still a quiet life."

Several of the old Mai bloodline members smiled bitterly and lowered their heads in embarrassment. The vicissitudes of life and hardships had smoothed their edges too early, leaving them wanting only peace and tranquility.

"Or the hope we seek."

Roland met his half-smiled gaze, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat, as if his inner thoughts were completely seen through. He lowered his head in panic, his mind a little confused.

How many humans lived in the Dark Age? Roland found it difficult to answer this question.

But if you ask him how many stray bloods there are, he will answer you: more than rats.

Unlike those glamorous nobles, most of them can only rely on the tasks on the mercenary orders to make a living, using their lives as pawns for the mercenaries. Roland has seen too many foresighted examples.

In order to survive, they use their blood. Because their blood is polluted, they try their best to find a way to purify it. The high price forces the wandering bloodline people to take on more tasks.

He is still young, with a strong body and decent skills, and is considered a hot commodity among the wandering bloodline people. But what if he is old, disabled, injured, or sick?

Until he is terminally ill, his wounds hurt, and the pollution causes his body to gradually mutate, even ordinary people will look down on such a monster. In the end, he will die silently in the wilderness until he is discovered by patrolmen and disposed of as garbage as soon as possible.

Roland feared such a future, especially after seeing it come true countless times. He didn't want to die in obscurity, like a pile of mud that could be seen everywhere.

Even if illness and despair didn't come now, they would come one day. He didn't know what way out he could find. But no matter what the future was, it would not be worse than death.

A strange expectation welled up in his heart, urging him to imagine something extraordinary. Roland pursed his lips and listened attentively to every word the other party said.

"In fact, people often don't realize this when they make a decision that changes their future. Fortunately, we can use time to prove it."

The profiteer said this humorously. A snow-white bandage emerged from under the wide black robe, and drew a virtual path in the air. This scene shocked everyone who saw it. Where the bandage touched, the space cracked, revealing the colorful and dreamy light spots behind it, with a fatal attraction that made people dizzy.

The bloodline people subconsciously wanted to see more clearly, but the scene flashed by, and the gap extended into a tall and mysterious door, silently welcoming guests in. The profiteer smiled and made an invitation gesture, the meaning of which was self-evident.

This scene was inspired by the Portal. Although it is expensive, it is dazzling.

Roland took a deep breath and was the first to step through the door. It was like passing through a thin layer of water film. When he passed through the door, he saw a bustling scene in front of him.

The other end of the door was linked to an abandoned town. Half of it had been demolished, and new houses were built with logs and thatch. The felled wood was piled on the ground, and the dark-faced townspeople were shouting and carrying wood towards the unfinished houses. The carpenter lowered his head to measure the dimensions and instructed his apprentice to trim the logs.

He widened his eyes slightly, not because of the magical technique, but because he was surprised that this place was too ordinary. It was no different from any town he had seen before.

...No, maybe a little bit.

A linen-haired boy came over, holding a feather pen and a notebook. He wore a straw hat, a short shirt and leggings that were convenient for movement, and looked ordinary. He took the initiative to ask Roland, "Are you the new recruit that Mr. Swindler just hired?"

"Ah? Um, yes, my name is Roland, I don't have a last name. Please give me your guidance."

Roland was confused for a moment, but then he quickly recognized the other party's identity from his words. He bowed respectfully, without any airs of a bloodline leader.

The boy nodded with satisfaction, wrote something in the book, and then asked in detail about his background, bloodline ability, reward expectations, and thoughts on the future.

"I am a wandering bloodline. My bloodline was awakened when I was chased by a monster at the age of eleven. My ability is to control plants. If possible, I would like to follow Mr. Profiteer to join the caravan. I think he is a very responsible and good person. I can learn all the knowledge. As long as you give me some time, I will definitely make achievements. Uh...what do you think about the future?"

The young bloodline became more and more confused as he answered, and tentatively replied: "...I want to become Mr. Swindler's deputy? Although I don't know what bloodline he is from, I think he has something far beyond his actual strength that is worth learning from."

"I see. You are truly an outstanding bloodline person."

The boy's eyes lit up, and he asked in detail about the range, degree, and limit of his bloodline ability. After Roland finished speaking haltingly, the boy quickly wrote down the last sentence and smiled as he held his hand.

"I'm Mason Cross, the temporary manager here. Welcome to Newtown, Mr. Roland. We can talk about the rest later. Your main task now is..."

He lowered his head and flipped through his notebook, then said in a firm tone, "Farming."

Roland: “...Ah?”

Mason closed the notebook and repeated with a smile: "You heard me right. We are in urgent need of talents like you. There is no time to waste. The new town has just started and will provide houses for bloodline people. You choose a house first, and then we can discuss the issue of farming."