If you have made up your mind

Rumors spread throughout the streets and alleys of Partington overnight.

They talked about the person who caused the Blood-Gold Gate incident coming from the Land of the Stars, and it was said that he had an inseparable relationship with the Roland Ag Empire a thousand years ago.

Even the annoying drunkards or clumsy beggars could confidently tell a lot of stories, and many claimed to have seen him in person. They used all kinds of flowery words to praise his noble and handsome appearance, and at one point he became one of the most popular men in the city.

At the same time, a secret rumor was quietly circulating among certain people. It was said that a businessman who sold information often appeared in the nightclubs of Partington City recently.

He holds countless secrets about the land of stars, knows how to purify pollution, make money, and has many rare treasures. As long as you can pay the price, this merchant will welcome anyone who comes to shop.

This matter is still a secret within a small circle. Compared with the former, it is completely ignored. Most people regard it as an exaggerated propaganda. They are more concerned about whether the new member of the Luo family is really related to the one from a thousand years ago, and whether he is really as strong and handsome as the rumors say.

The silk curtains with delicate patterns draped over each other, diffusing the sunlight from the windows into a fascinating patchwork of light and shadow. If Partington City is the center of power, then the Twelve Round Table Council is the heart that controls it. Ron often feels bored by this.

As the head of Luo's family, he was qualified to sit on the glorious golden seat and listen to the nobles around him arguing. Although he was in a high position, when discussing their own interests, these people often reminded him of vultures gnawing at corpses.

Greedy, cold, and obsessive.

As the target of this fierce criticism, Ron became increasingly annoyed.

The main problem was the loss of control. The head of the Garcia family looked at him with a cunning look in his eyes.

"Regarding whether the collective loss of control of the Luo family is related to the decline in stability, I think we need to discuss it further. The Twelve Round Table families represent the highest power of mankind, and this loss of control is inseparable from the trial of the Blood-Gold Gate. I hope we can send someone to investigate his actual situation."

"That's not necessary."

Ron refused sternly.

"He is a member of our family. Luo acknowledged him. If anyone attacks him, it would be provoking the family. We have sent people to monitor him closely. If there is any problem, we will execute him personally."

Another woman holding a feather fan was smiling. Unlike the others, her voice was as sweet and fragrant as singing, full of inhuman charm.

"Don't be so sure, Ron, we're just worried. After all, you've already had a problem once, aren't there enough rumors on the streets recently?"

Before Ron could answer, the Eighth Family that followed the Luo Family responded coldly. His skin was a semi-gelatinous blue-gray color, and his voice was as deafening as thunder.

"There is no need for the Siren Family to intervene. Partington is located inland. Even if the newcomer of the Luo Family really has problems, you can't help."

Invisible flames crackled in the air, and those who knew the inside story couldn't help but twitch their lips. The conflict between the old nobles and the new nobles was already deep, not to mention that the ancestors of these two alien families were in the enemy camp.

One is the bloodline of the Tidal Siren, the cold and bloodthirsty tyrant of the sea. The other is the bloodline of the Vast Sky, the ruler of the storms on the sea. The two races fought fiercely thousands of years ago, and the mixed-bloods still dislike each other today.

The Mechanical City representative lowered his head to study the mechanical pocket watch on his hand, silently counting that this was the 6,315th quarrel.

The person sitting at the main seat raised his head, revealing a faceless silver-white face. It turned out to be a metal puppet, and the gears were turning, making sounds.

"About the visitor from the land of stars, the guardian of the world tree,"

It knocked on the tabletop, and the long table split in the middle, revealing light images of several people.

The red-haired young man on the left has a rebellious look, and his aggressive aura can be felt even through the screen.

The silver-haired priest in the middle had gloomy eyes, his holy white robe fell all the way to the ground, and his palm seemed to be touching something.

The black-robed man on the right spread his arms out to the crowd, with a bright and cheerful smile on his pale mask, and the bright red paint seemed like it would drip onto the floor in the next second.

Three completely different figures stared at the nobles present. The lifelike technology display seemed to be about to walk off the screen in the next second. The low and calm voice continued to speak slowly.

"We originally treated this as a rumor and kept it secret. But as they became more active, some signs showed that they were not as simple as we thought."

"Now, there is a rumor circulating in Partington City. Combined with the intelligence from Ya'an City, the trialist of the Blood-Gold Gate this time is the source of the chaotic phenomenon in Luo. Oleus is the one who followed the Knights of Glory and left the Roland Ag family a thousand years ago. Ron, what do you think about this?"

The blond head of the family was silent for a moment, and his youngest son's report flashed through his mind. Luo leaned over to put the crown on him, and everyone saw a small part of his memory. Even if some people still had doubts, it was only about the possible conspiracy behind it.

Ron took a deep breath, looked up at the puppet of the Council President, and said solemnly: "Ron acknowledges his bloodline. He has indeed passed through the Blood-Gold Gate and is one of us."

"So, this rumor is true?"

“…”

In the silence of the audience, Ron curled his lips and said, "Unfortunately, I can't prove that this is false."

It’s not that their entire family is about to believe it.

The nobles discussed in low voices. The chairman of the council pondered for a while and made a decision: "I heard the report. Do you want to include him in the candidates for the Twelve Round Table Competition?"

"Yes."

Facing the chairman's gaze, Ron's palms were sweating. Even though it was just a puppet in front of him, the arrogant bloodline still bowed his head slightly to show respect: "Whether it is true or not, I think it is the best decision to put it in front of me and supervise it."

"Yes, but I need to know more. Find out everything he knows."

"Yes, Mr. Speaker."

After the president of the council made the decision, the representatives of the twelve families no longer expressed their opinions. They watched the chairs rotate and the puppets quietly descended into the ground. The waiting puppet attendants filed in from the door and politely led the nobles out of the meeting room.

After leaving the central building, the nobles boarded their carriages without stopping, looking at each other in disgust. The coachman lowered the curtain for Ron and drove towards the family home.

The master's carriage was naturally custom-made, with many magic patterns for defense and comfort engraved on the body. The items inside the carriage were made of high-quality materials, and Jin Tuan felt like she was sitting on a cloud.

Ron closed his eyes and thought about how to complete the order of the chairman of the parliament. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and heard the voices of other people in the carriage.

The black-robed man sat opposite him, the mask he had seen in the meeting just now gleaming against the light. The SS-level bloodline man's expression froze, and with his hearing ability, he actually didn't notice when the other party appeared!

The air was as heavy and condensed as glue. If it were an ordinary person, he would have exploded and died under such pressure. But the voice of the man in black robe still reached Ron's ears clearly, without any change.

"Don't be so irritable, Mr. Ron. I'm here to visit you with a big business deal. Please forgive my abruptness."

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice: "I have no intention of doing business with someone who doesn't send a visiting card."

"Even if this business has anything to do with Aurelius?"

"......"

The black-robed merchant remained motionless as he looked at the patriarch's cold eyes. The atmosphere in the carriage did not calm down until the other party withdrew his breath.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

The black-robed merchant spoke eloquently: "As you can see, I am a businessman. I want to do some small business in the capital. If there is a noble who is willing to help, that would be great. If you are willing to give me some support, I am willing to tell you everything about Oreius. Believe me, except Canaan, no one in this world knows him better than me."

Ron frowned slightly. "If you can provide me with enough information to impress me, you can choose one of Luo's stores in the city. I will introduce you to my eldest son who is in charge of business, and you can get help from him."

“I’m glad we reached a consensus.”

The phantom smoke rose up and enveloped the two people. Before the blond noble could resist, the smoke engulfed them. Ron smelled a faint herbal aroma. He subconsciously raised his vigilance, but heard a gentle and doting female voice.

"Aureus, my child, go to sleep, go to sleep, your mother is here."

The scene in front of him suddenly became clear. Ron looked around. It was a country thatched house with animal skins and dried specimens decorated on the walls. He also saw a hanging longbow among them.

A blonde, blue-eyed woman sat by the bed, rocking a wooden cradle, the child in the cradle crying softly like a kitten. The mother looked at him with sorrow and love, occasionally reaching out to tuck him in.

"Can I come in?"

The child's voice came from outside the door, and everyone in the room subconsciously looked over. A boy stood at the door. He looked only ten years old, with blue eyes as clear as the sky, and a big bamboo basket in his hand. Even at a young age, he had a good future.

Ron was even more shocked. All family members would be familiar with this face. As long as they looked carefully, they could see the outline of an adult emperor.

"Uncle is not at home, so Mom asked me to bring you some milk."

"Come in, good boy. It's so cold outside. Come in and warm yourself up."

The woman quickly stood up and took the basket from him. The boy thanked her obediently, sat on the chair, and answered the other party's questions in a serious manner. When the woman stood up to wash the fruit for him, a small cry came from the cradle again.

The boy hesitated for a moment, looked in the direction of the woman who had gone out to fetch water, then stood up and walked to the cradle, lowering his head to check the baby's condition. The sobbing child sensed someone approaching and opened his eyes to look at him.

Unlike the blond hair and blue eyes of the villagers, the baby's eyes are like the fine golden sand at the bottom of the river, sparkling with water. The red nose is very pitiful. Thanks to the caring care of the mother, the plump cheeks make people's fingers itch.

The boy stared at him expressionlessly for a while, then couldn't help but reach out and poke. His finger poked a dent on the soft cheek, and the baby blew a string of unhappy bubbles at him, turned his back and faced him with the back of his head.

The returning master looked at this scene and said with a smile: "Do you like him? His name is Aurelius, Aurelius Rolandage."

Only then did Ron realize what he was seeing.

What he saw was Aurelius's past!

The scene in front of him quickly dissipated like mist, and countless tiny luminous scenes disappeared, so fast that Ron had no time to catch them. When the surrounding scenery stabilized again, the small thatched house became even more shabby.

The animal skins and bows on the walls disappeared, replaced by hanging baskets for herbs. The strong smell of herbal medicine filled the room.

The blonde woman in the house was bent over. In just a few years, she looked much older. Only her blue eyes still showed the strength and tenderness of a mother.

She bent over and put the firewood into the stove, her rough hands full of cobwebs. The closed door creaked, and the five-year-old child walked in from outside with his head down, looking unhappy. Seeing his mother at home, he was stunned for a moment and quickly pretended to be happy.

"Mom! So you're at home today. I haven't had time to light a fire yet."

"I have already lit the fire. Did you have fun with your friends today, Oreius?"

"Well! Let's go outside the village to pick fruits. I can't climb up, so everyone climbed up and threw the sweetest fruits to me. They were delicious. We also played hide-and-seek and catching bugs together..."

Under his mother's understanding gaze, little Aurelius' voice became lower and lower. He sniffed and wanted to say something, but his eyes turned red. His mother opened her arms to him, and the child threw himself into her arms, his voice filled with tears.

"Mom, why am I different from everyone else? Am I a monster? They all say my hair looks like rust and my eyes look like a beast, and they don't want to play with me."

His mother patted his back and said softly, "No, you are my treasure. Aurelius, your hair is like the soft and non-scorching embers of fire, and your eyes are like gold foil at dusk. I love you, you are my best and only child."

She was not stunningly beautiful, but her expression was filled with love. The firelight shone on her long golden hair, which looked like ears of wheat harvested in a wheat field. Gentle, virtuous, and strong, the child's mood gradually stabilized under her comfort. When night fell, the woman brought him warm medicine and asked him to drink it up, and the two of them lay on the bed together.

Through the window of the wooden house, one could see a small, narrow patch of starry sky. Oleus blinked his eyes, and the warmth of his loved ones passed through their skin, slowly calming his timid heart. He suddenly felt a lot of embarrassment.

Being young does not mean being ignorant. He knew that his mother had encountered many troubles because of his birth. Although some people were willing to help them, they mostly gossiped behind their backs.

They said that the mother had done something bad and gave birth to a strange child. Some even suspected that he was a monster from the wild, as there had never been anyone with red hair and golden eyes in the village.

Moreover, his health was not good and he often needed to take medicine, which added to the burden on the family. His father was often out hunting, and was killed by a wild animal during a hunt. This led to many rumors.

Even so, his mother still loved him very much. The child blinked and quietly shrank into his mother's arms. The woman, who had already fallen asleep, hugged him subconsciously and murmured something in her sleep. Sniffing the bitter smell of medicine on the other person, the young Aurelius closed his eyes with peace of mind.

He thought that this kind of life would continue forever.

But the good times didn't last long, as the overworked mother fell ill.

The disease came suddenly and unexpectedly, and by the time everyone reacted, the hardworking and strong woman had already fallen to the ground.

Even though they were in poor health, the child had to learn how to take care of their mother. The villagers helped them in some way, which helped the orphan and widow survive the most difficult time.

Aurelius knew that he could not always rely on the help of others. Because of his illness, his mother had taught him some knowledge of herbs, which became his capital to venture into the mountains to pick herbs and supplement the family income.

His repeated successes made him more ambitious. His family needed a lot of money, so he began to go deeper and deeper into the mountains, just to collect more herbs to bring home.

Until one day, he saw a steep cliff covered with herbs. After hesitating for a long time, Aurelius chose to go home.

Later, as his mother's condition worsened, he tossed and turned all night, but he still got up the next day, ran up the mountain with the basket on his back, and carefully climbed up the cliff.

He swung the hoe and dug the soil breathlessly. The basket behind him was getting fuller and fuller, but it was getting harder and harder to breathe. The condition he had been carefully maintaining had another attack at this critical moment. Orelius's eyes blurred, and he suddenly missed a step and fell backwards.

——Oh no!

The sound of the whistling wind passed by his ears, and there was only one sentence in his mind.

Am I going to die? What should I do, Mom?

At this moment, a man jumped up from below and caught him steadily. The black hood slid past his eyes. He didn't see the other person's face clearly, but he smelled the scent of the sun.

"Are you okay? Why are you out here alone to collect herbs? Where are your family members?"

The knight who had saved the child asked in a gentle voice. The frightened child said nothing, but his face became paler and paler under the knight's care, and finally he cried out.

Knight: “…” “???” “!!!”

The Glorious Knight Christine saved a child who nearly fell off a cliff on the first day he entered the mysterious land, good deed +1 for today. Later, he made the child cry (the Knight himself admitted), bad deed +1.

Christine, feeling overwhelmed with guilt, hurriedly coaxed the child and finally stopped his tears. After learning about his tragic life story, he was overwhelmed with love and sent him home directly.

The Brilliant Knight from the outside world was entertained by the village. From him, the villagers who had lived here for generations learned that the small world they lived in was called the mysterious land, and this mysterious land was slowly collapsing. When it collapsed, many good things would appear here, which was why Christine took the initiative to come in.

Unexpectedly, there were still people living here. The people in the village were related to each other and formed a big family. The village chief and clan leader discussed with everyone and decided to move out according to Christine's suggestion.

However, various problems arose on the way out. The mysterious land was full of elements, and the people there would have strong discomfort when they arrived in the outside world. Although they sought protection from the gods in time, the already weak mother did not wait for the day when the gods would descend.

After leaving the village, the people who called themselves Roland Ag held a funeral for her. Oleus stood alone in front of his mother's grave. The Radiant Knight touched his head and said gently: "You have a very good mother."

Aurelius replied in a muffled voice: "She is the best mother."

"I believe she will be happy. Do you know, Oreius, that all the dead will turn into stars and fly to the sky to accompany you forever?"

"...Really?"

"Really? I read a lot of bedtime stories like this when I was a kid. My mother would always read them to me before I went to bed. I still remember some of them very clearly, like "The Star Child"..."

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the famous Knight of Radiance sat cross-legged and told the story of his childhood to the child who had lost his mother. The soul of the child who died while saving others entered the kingdom of the gods and turned into stars that illuminated the sky. Talking about the smoke from the cooking stoves in his hometown and the black bread for dinner, and the many good people he met...

The gentle and soothing voice spoke for a long time, until the sky was full of stars. The young child looked up, trying to find the one that represented his mother. The starry sky dazzled his eyes, and Christine pointed at the stars and laughed: "Look, Oleus, all the stars are watching over you."

"So don't be afraid. You will definitely become an outstanding person who will satisfy your mother."

The child turned to look at him: "Can I go with you, Christine?"

"I'm sorry, but the place I'm going to is not suitable for you right now. If you want to leave with me, you have to give up your current life."

The Brilliant Knight replied apologetically, thought for a moment, and then hooked his fingers with him.

"But we can make an agreement. If you still haven't found what you want when you grow up, I'll come back to get you."

The picture freezes on the interlocked fingers, and then breaks into thousands of colorful fragments. The scene jumps quickly, with the child as the center, and there are phased jumps.

The mysterious land has always represented countless treasures. The Roland Ag family brought a lot of wealth from the mysterious land, and after reaching an agreement with the gods, they quickly integrated into the mainland.

Perhaps it was really destiny that the only princess of a kingdom fell in love with one of the family members and married him, and then Roland Agger I wore the crown.

The family moved into a magnificent palace, but Aurelius did not like it.

He missed the hometown where he lived with his mother. Among the blond and blue-eyed people, the red-haired boy was out of place. He was like a ghost living in a magnificent palace, even though he had a closer relationship with Roland Agger I: his mother was a cousin of his own. Aside from his mother's grave, Oreius still had no attachment to this place.

Until one rainy night many years later, he learned that Christine was coming to visit the emperor, and he decided to go to him in person. When he almost fell from the window, the visiting knight took his hand again and fulfilled their previous agreement.

After giving up the name of Roland Agger, he followed him to various places, treating him as a relative and brother. In his eyes, the back of the armored knight always shone brightly.

The boy gradually grew up, and the shadow of his youth made him accustomed to hiding in the dark. Even if he left his family, he seemed unknown. After all, the blond-haired and blue-eyed Roland Agger would not add more words to describe the history of a certain abandoner.

Christine found a way to cure his weakness, taught him swordsmanship, and turned him into a knight who could stand on his own. No matter what the other party said, the red-haired knight would do it silently. To him, Christine was the sun that always shone in front of him.

When Aurelius learned of Christine's death, he was on the other side of the continent, following the other side's instructions to rescue a small country.

At that moment, the young man's mind went blank. When he regained his consciousness, he was already riding his horse to the teleportation array.

Why was there no one beside the noble knight when he died?

Why after his death, no one spoke up for him! ?

There is no one in the world more upright than the Shining Knight, why, why, why...! ?

The red-haired knight spent three days and three nights rushing to the gate where the other party died. Christine's body had been collected, but the blood soaking the ground had not yet faded. Aurelius stared at the place where he had stood, as if he could see the other party standing tall.

It was the first time he had returned to the Roland Ag family since the day he was expelled.

The blond emperor seemed to have known that he would come back, and sat in the hall silently waiting for questioning. Facing the red eyes, he sighed silently, as if he was recalling the baby he had seen when he was young, and some real emotions appeared on his face.

"Aureus." He called the young man's name and asked softly. "You really don't know why he died?"

The red-haired young man froze in place, with a fire burning in his chest.

Doesn't he know why the other person died?

How could he not know!

The Church wanted him dead, and the Pope could not tolerate a knight whose prestige among the faithful was even higher than his own.

The aliens wanted him dead. Without Christine, they would have one less major worry.

The king wanted him dead. Whenever people sang praises to the knight's great deeds of slaying evil, countless nobles could not sleep day or night.

Even the people he protects want him dead. Whenever they are in danger, they will ask for the help of the Knight. If they don't do it, they will be scolded: the Glorious Knight is nothing more than this.

Day after day, year after year.

Kindness becomes a shackle, and strength is the ladder to death. How many people have been helped by him, but now they have all turned into bone-eating poison.

The brighter the sun shines, the more people are watching from behind. Roland Agger I looked at him calmly, his pupils dark and dull. The future overlord of the empire has shown his grace at this moment. He is ruthless and resolute.

"Christine is indeed a good person, but he is too dazzling and too flawless. Such a person will block the way for many people if he wants to fulfill his dream."

"Justice needs evil to support it. The hero should only appear when the dragon is doing evil. If he appears when he is not needed, he will be a hindrance."

Standing in the magnificent hall, looking at the precious and beautiful things. He has the same blood as the emperor in front of him, and his blue eyes reflect the current figure of the red-haired young man.

Handsome and strong, with no trace of his youthful weakness, anyone who saw him would praise his strength and power. His eyes sparkled like the sun, and his red hair was like embers in the fire.

But at this moment, he was as desperate as a lost dog with nowhere to go.

"I know you must want revenge for Christine. If you want to stay, I'd be happy to help."

Oreius sneered: "You should know that these people include you - and Roland Agger, who betrayed his benefactor."

"Yes, I know. So what?"

The emperor replied calmly: "If you really want to avenge him, then take my place with your ability, ascend this throne, and sacrifice your anger and blood to the Glorious Knights. If you can lead the country to prosperity, I will be happy even if you cut off my head."

This is the king's generosity, the king's courage, and the king's cruelty. It is like a real gaze that penetrates far away, as if it peels off Aurelius' soul and bones and looks directly at the most naked place in the depths of his heart.

There was no escape, no way to avoid it, the blood pumping from his heart flowed, connecting their bodies. He was helped to survive as a child, but now he felt ashamed of it.

Orelius felt as if he was sinking into the sea. This suffocating feeling had grown madly when he was first called a monster in his childhood, when his mother died, and when he stood on the land where Christine died. It wrapped around his ankles, tightened his throat, and pulled the young man towards the deepest point.

It choked him and made him hysterical, and took away everything he loved and valued, leaving him alone here, like a wandering soul, unable to escape.

People call them heroes when they are needed, but when it is no longer appropriate, heroes must die.

He should have drawn his sword right now and killed this cold-blooded fellow.

But the red-haired young man remained silent for a long time, and finally turned around slowly, and walked out the door under the emperor's gaze. With every step he took, his body became colder.

He thought of the last goodbye he said to Christine when he left. Neither of them thought it would be forever. He thought of the hand that touched his hair at his mother's grave. He thought of the rumor that the man died of exhaustion and his body did not fall. The nobles fled one after another, and only he was guarding the gate of his homeland.

Did he ever think that this would be his end? Did he ever think that he would die because of this?

Orelius thought, vaguely recalling the first time he left his family's castle. He held the knight's hand tightly and saw a red sun rising in the sky.

The teenager at that time asked, Christine, where are we going next?

The Glorious Knight looked up into the distance with a faint smile on his lips. His eyes were bright and his voice was clear.

"Go where there are people who need our help!"

…

The scene ends here.

The mist dissipated, as if a dream had come to an end. Ron, who had read the story as a bystander, was a little dazed for a moment, until he saw the familiar decorations around him, and then he realized that he had pulled himself out of those past events.

His voice was a little hoarse: "This is..."

"There are records of Aurelius being alive, and he gave up his knighthood after that. Roland Agger I granted his request and wiped out all traces of him, and no one knows what he did. But when he died and joined the Land of the Stars, he had already become a swordsman."

Without noble character, one cannot be called a knight even if he has superb swordsmanship.

This is the path that Oreius has chosen, the one he insists on alone. He is entangled with Roland Ag, yet cannot be separated. The black-robed merchant seemed to remember something and spoke a friendly reminder.

"I suggest you don't mention these things in front of him. After the pollution occurred in the Land of Stars, he was the source of the pollution and killed Christine with his own hands. This also makes Oreus the public enemy of the Land of Stars. But is this really the case-"

The bright red paint flowed, gradually covering the entire mask. As the carriage stopped, the black-robed merchant disappeared from the spot, leaving only a light and floating laugh.

"Who can say for sure?"

"......"

The blond man frowned and remained silent as he stared at the place where the other disappeared. His senses swept around the interior of the carriage again and again, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Seeing that he had not come down, the people outside called out tentatively, "Master, we are back."

Ron then stood up, opened the curtain and got off the carriage. Without even turning his head, he said, "Convener, I want to convene a family council, especially Shaken, he must attend."

The butler who came to greet him was shocked and bowed his head respectfully. He was worried because the head of the family had a normal expression when he came out of the council hall. Why did he suddenly become so serious? This was the second family council held in the past two days. Could something have really happened?

The big shot was busy with his affairs, and the servant guarding the door took the reins, drove the carriage back to the backyard, untied the ropes, and sent the horses back to the stables.

When they all left, the curtain of the carriage suddenly opened, and a gust of wind rushed out from behind the curtain, avoiding the patrol team and climbing into Aurelius' room as if it knew the way.

The room was empty; its owner was in the dance hall, holding onto a teacher's waist and learning to dance.

As soon as he closed the door, a slight ripple appeared in the air. The figure of the black-robed merchant emerged from the air, and the invisibility effect was lifted, accompanied by the sound of the money earned some time ago decreasing. Combined with the expenses of the illusion, there was only one transfer fee left.

Even though this was the exclusive fund of the profiteers, Mason still felt very distressed. He sighed in his heart, and only those who make money find that money is really not limited to spending.

Fortunately, the history he learned in Canaan some time ago was useful. He quickly recalled the previous illusion, fast-forwarded or blurred the perspective for all the loopholes, and filled in the rest according to the history book.

Especially since Roland Agger I first married a princess of a small country and later expanded it into an empire, it was really difficult for him to find some details.

Fortunately, the church had enough books, which allowed him to complete this story line.

After confirming that the work here was completed, the black-robed merchant nodded with satisfaction. A black hole appeared under his feet, and he was seamlessly transported back to the territory.

At the same time, in Xinzhen.

The young nobleman was counting supplies beside the car. The hot sun shone on his body, causing a few beads of sweat to seep out of the tip of his nose. Despite this, the young man still insisted on working, and his hardworking attitude gradually improved his relationship with the townspeople.

A tall town resident saw him like this and said hurriedly, "I'll take care of the rest. You go and rest first, Master Mason."

Mason smiled at him, writing down the details in his hand: "Don't worry, there's only a little left, I'll be done soon."

After that, he added casually, "By the way, if you have time, can you help me call the profiteer over? The progress of the house is a bit slow, and I want to buy some materials from him."

"no problem."

The townspeople agreed readily and turned to look for someone in the tents. After a period of adjustment, the townspeople realized that the merchant was also a bloodline person. Fortunately, the other party had a good personality and a very strange bloodline, so he could find the goods they needed at any time. Although the price was a bit expensive, it was quick and practical.

The tall townsman came to the tent, but instead of going in, he shouted inside: "Mr. Swindler, Master Mason wants to buy something from you!"

Upon hearing the voice, the black-robed merchant came out of the tent and greeted enthusiastically: "What do you want to buy? I have everything here and will deliver it on time!"

The two chatted as they walked towards the oxcart that was loading and unloading supplies. The young master looked at the merchant and talked about buying goods as if nothing had happened. No one noticed that the profiteer had ever left here.

The townspeople were busy coming and going, with bright smiles on their faces. Behind them, the abandoned town was being demolished, and the young and strong men were carrying logs and shouting as they sent them to the foundation. Sweat rolled down their cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

The rising steam symbolizes future hope and harvest.