Trade

As the portal was destroyed and the bloodliners cleaned up, the monsters we had to face gradually decreased. From a distance, we could see the door to the auditorium open.

Oleus narrowed his eyes, and a string of pearl bracelets was wrapped around his wrist. Hearing the shouting and fighting in the hall, the bloodline people behind him could no longer stay still.

The families that have survived to this day have children studying in the academy. As soon as they rushed to the door, the floor suddenly collapsed. A huge bloody mouth appeared below, waiting for the extra meal that fell from the sky.

In an emergency, Dan pulled out a bone knife and cut it off, while the rest of the people rushed through the door first.

The auditorium was in chaos, with holes dug by monsters everywhere and blood staining the floor. The surviving teacher hid in the corner to protect the children and was overjoyed to see the support.

"Be careful of the holes in the ground, the monsters are hiding inside!"

These monsters were very cunning. The ground reduced the damage and provided them with a vision for attack. The people standing in front could clearly hear the sound of the woodchucks running underground. The red-haired young man stepped into the door, took a quick look and made a decision: "Push forward."

To be fair, it is not easy to hit such a nimble woodchuck.

But who knows that everyone standing here is not an ordinary person.

The bloodline members present used all their skills and flattened the entire hall with firepower. The teachers looked pale, not knowing whether it was because of the heavy injuries or because the auditorium was destroyed. The leading teacher was staggering and about to fall, and his entire right arm had disappeared.

Facing the rescue team, he said weakly: "Some children were taken away. The monsters didn't hurt them. I'm worried there's a conspiracy."

The principal said soothingly, "Don't worry. There is a special sealed object in the academy, called the [Mirror of Retrospection]. Every child needs to drip a drop of blood into the mirror at the beginning of the school year. It can confirm the owner's life or death and location within a certain time limit. It is directly controlled by successive principals. If you want to track students, it is the best choice."

"Then I'll trouble you."

"My duty is to follow me."

The [Mirror of Retrospection] is located in the principal's office, which is a special location. Therefore, the principal only brought a few of the strongest people with him.

Ai Bo said sadly that he wanted to take his brother out first, and the others would not be so tactless as to force him. The principal took the rest of the people back to the office, opened the secret compartment in the room, and took out an ancient and elegant lady's hand-held mirror.

The mirror was covered in blood, as if a murder had just happened. The principal injected power into the mirror, and a beautiful and sad face emerged from behind the blood.

"Ma'am, I would like to know if my students are still alive and where they are now."

"They are still alive and are leaving in different directions. The closest one is heading to Partington City."

The lady in the mirror answered in a quiet voice and gave more details. The principal's forehead was sweating and his strength was decreasing.

At this moment, the bracelet he had forgotten about in his pocket flashed violently. The ball on the bracelet flipped backwards, revealing a vertical seam in the middle that looked like an eyeball. The red-haired young man's eyebrows jumped, and he watched the black mist squeeze into the principal's body.

“…!”

The latter uttered a cry of pain and threw the seal onto the sofa with his remaining sanity. He took a step back, and dense bulges appeared on the surface of his skin.

The bracelet cracked, and strong pollution invaded the body of the Bloodline, turning him into a horrible monster in just a few breaths.

The [Dark Gun] pierced through the monster's body, turning it into a sieve. Oreius went forward and picked up the mirror, but no matter how he used it, it no longer responded.

He tutted, threw the mirror back, turned around and kicked the office window.

"I'm going back to Partington City and have someone take care of this mirror. We have to find the missing children."

The principal's office was located on the top floor of the building. The wind blew through the young man's hair as he jumped down from the sky. The rear thrusters of the steel dragon wing spewed out hot flames and caught the opponent steadily with its back.

"Back to Partington."

A black gate opened in front of the dragon, and the other end led to the wilds of Partington.

The dragon broke through the blood-covered mist. Oleus carefully looked for any movement along the way, but found no monster.

Where did those monsters go? He frowned and flew directly over the tall walls of Partington City and landed in the courtyard of the Luo family.

The young bloodline members who were training in the courtyard were startled by the dragon that fell from the sky. Now everyone knew who the dragon belonged to. They rushed up and looked at the young man on the dragon's back with admiration.

"Mr. Oreius, have you finished the trial?"

"Your dragon is so handsome! Can I touch it?"

"I have something to ask the master, where is he?"

Hearing that their ancestor had something important to do, the descendants of the Luo family immediately calmed down and pointed out Ron's location to him.

When Aurelius found him, the man who looked like a lion king was watering the night flowers in the garden. His elegant taste was in sharp contrast to his burly figure, and his eldest son was standing next to him and talking.

Seeing the red-haired young man appear, the two looked a little surprised: "Why are you back?"

"The Bloodline Academy was attacked, a group of children went missing, and Amon died."

These few words almost made the two men's eyes drop out. Ron's mouth twitched, and he could foresee what kind of bloody storm would happen in the future.

He rubbed his forehead with a headache and said, "I understand. I will go to the Central Building to report to the Speaker of the Council. You just stay at home and don't go anywhere."

No matter what the reason, as the first person back, he always has to deal with a lot of questioning. He will not let his family suffer this. If they have any questions, let them ask Ai Bo.

The red-haired young man agreed readily, and reminded: "I came back on a dragon, remember to clear the influence outside."

"……knew!"

Ron acted quickly, and the news of the academy attack was quickly passed to the higher-ups, causing the Aristocratic Association to be furious.

The Bloodline Academy has a special status. The children who can study here are all descendants of noble families, and the missing bloodlines are even more outstanding. The top few round table families basically have missing descendants, and the rest are all the talented children of each family.

The Speaker of the Parliament urgently convened a round-table meeting of the twelve people. The puppets sat in the main seats and assigned tasks in an orderly manner.

"The Trial of the Twelve Round Tables is temporarily suspended. The most urgent task is to find the children back."

"Encourage the young bloodlines of the major families to join the search. Now that they have escaped into Partington, the group of monsters don't have to leave."

The family heads did not object, and the entire noble association began to operate efficiently. Even the families that were usually at odds with each other could still work together at this critical moment. Orders were passed down one after another, and the missing children were searched for with the greatest efficiency.

At this point, it no longer has much to do with personal strength. Oleus retired after his success, and the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables came to a temporary end. The tracking changed from a fierce battle to a mouse-catching game, which meant that the Noble Association needed to devote more manpower and energy.

I don't know if it's because of Oleus's personal reasons, but this vest always encounters some strange things. In just a few trials, his performance has repeatedly set new highs, and fortunately the results are good. Mason temporarily placed him in the territory of the Luo family and set his sights on another major event.

The polluted plants in Xinzhen have finally been dealt with.

The next morning, Xinzhen.

The young nobleman yawned and climbed out of bed. His hair was fluffy from sleep, and even with the windows closed he could still feel the chill of late autumn.

The weather is really getting cold, it's time to light the stove. He rubbed his face and finally came to his senses.

It was still early, and there was a bustling crowd outside. Today was a big day for the new town. Mason quickly washed up and went out. Most of the townspeople he met on the road were in a hurry, and greeted him warmly when they saw him.

"Good morning, Master Mason."

"Good morning, how's the caravan going?"

The townspeople showed excitement on their faces: "Mr. Swindler is supervising the loading of the truck, and we can set off in a while."

"That would be great."

Mason walked to the square while chatting with the townspeople, and indeed saw a busy crowd and a convoy of cars. The profiteer had previously held a selection for the caravan guards and transporters in the town, and promised generous rewards.

At first glance, everyone seemed to be in high spirits and were all experts.

The contaminated plants that had been processed were packed and placed in bundles on the truck. The profiteer He Bai supervised the townspeople in moving the goods, and greeted him with a smile when he saw him.

"Good morning, young master."

"Good morning, Mr. Profiteer, Bai."

The two chatted in a pretentious manner, and Mason's attention soon returned to the caravan. There were no horses in Xinzhen, and ox carts were too slow, so they had to use mud horses made by unscrupulous merchants. If they wanted to insist on trade, they would have to buy a few horses next spring.

Besides that, there was also money to pay to the profiteers. Mason calculated how much he could earn this time and wanted to break a coin in half.

Although he had used profiteers to contact Count Ya'an before, the money earned this time was still just a drop in the bucket.

In the past month, the hunting team and the pioneer team have been working together to open up the forest and kill all the dangerous monsters and beasts. The clever women have turned the meat tree wood into building materials and fuel, and piled it up in front of every household, waiting to be used during the winter.

If there was salt, they could make pickled meat to last through the winter. Unfortunately, there was no salt mine in the New Town territory. Apart from the meat they ate, Ronald and his men sent the rest to the town where their original parents lived to exchange for resources.

Mason did not go back during this period. The knight brought back a lot of letters, reminding him to take good care of himself and sent him necessary supplies.

In his heart, he silently thanked his original parents for their hard work, and put these materials back into production, striving to have a good winter this year.

"This money is needed to buy winter clothes, medicines, and tools for next spring... It's too late to build pens this year, but next year, when we find wild animal cubs in the woods, we can develop animal husbandry."

"It's still too slow to rely solely on the existing industries in the new town. We must make use of the connections of so many families and build a reputation in Partington while developing the territory."

Mason made a long list in his mind. The existence of vests can certainly solve many problems, but if you want long-term development, you can't just rely on profiteers. Fortunately, the townspeople are all people who grew up on the land, they are hardworking, capable, able to endure hardships, and are thriving.

Things will get better and better. Thinking of this, Mason's heart is filled with hope.

When the caravan was finished loading, he clapped his hands, quickly attracting the attention of the people around him.

A team of people who had been arranged in advance brought fruits, flowers, and the indispensable beer, and delivered them to all the busy people in turn.

“This is to reward everyone.”

Mason explained with a smile. To celebrate the first trade, he prepared a small celebration with a sense of ceremony. The boy coughed with a faint smile on his face.

The townspeople looked at him one after another. This young master had convinced them with his actions during this time. Ordinary people had few demands, only a piece of land that was enough for them to survive and a future that they could see.

It is not easy for a person lying in a hospital bed and cursed by the black mist to become a healthy person. It is even more difficult for a nobleman to go to the fields and work with them. The time with the young master is not long, but the townspeople always have hope in their hearts.

Mason saw this and smiled happily.

"The development of New Town today is inseparable from everyone's efforts. When we first arrived at New Town, it was still a ruin. Now we have built a village, cleared monsters and shoals of bone-eating fish, and established a caravan."

"New bloodline members have joined the new town. Now, we have harvested the first batch of contaminated plants this year and are about to start the first trade with Ya'an City."

"For the future of Xinzhen!"

The townspeople all imagined the beautiful scene in unison. Polluting plants, profiteers, and powerful foreign bloodlines all gathered in this new land.

The two brothers, No-head and Unhappy, stood among the outsiders, and the boundaries between them and the others were no longer so clear. Roland had obviously become much tanner. Now he had become a general whose territory was all about farming, and his expression when he looked at the caravan was a little sad.

Who made the land need compost after harvest? Bai was eyeing all those who wanted to get promoted. His idea of ​​becoming the deputy of a profiteer would be postponed indefinitely.

Even so, there was still a sense of joy in the air.

"For the future of Xinzhen!"

Everyone raised their cups and drank the beer with clean white foam in one gulp.

Bai looked at this scene with a slight movement in his eyes, until the profiteer handed him a glass of beer: "Do you know how to drink it?"

Bai came back to his senses and took the glass of wine respectfully: "Yes, I will drink some."

The townspeople nearby saw this and raised their cups to him with a smile: "Master Bai, thank you for helping me find the axe. It's very useful. I'll bring you some firewood when the caravan returns."

Bai Yangtou drank the wine in one gulp: "No, just stop using it to chop bones."

Another town resident laughed. "I've told you that this guy is not suitable for the hunting team, but he still dreams every day that he can fight against ferocious beasts. Look, Mr. Bai knows that you use an axe to chop animal bones every day, but the bones are not broken and the axe is broken instead."

The first townsman was furious: "How can that be called a dream! My grandfather was a hunter, why can't I be a hunter?"

The other party laughed: "Can you ask Lord Bai to say something fair?"

Bai, who never gives a perfunctory answer, is very straightforward: "You are not suitable."

The crowd burst into laughter, and there was a hint of confusion on Bai's face. He had no idea what they were laughing at.

The profiteer ruffled his hair and said, "You have a very good relationship with the villagers."

"I didn’t."

Bai Xia consciously refuted and paused before whispering, "It's because of your instructions."

The profiteer touched his chin and said, "Although I said that, you got the recognition based on your own strength. I'll take you to Partington when we get back this time."

Bai suddenly raised his head, with a look of surprise that matched his age: "Are you telling the truth?!"

"It's far from enough for the new town to develop on its own. I need you to be my assistant. Partington is a good place with endless opportunities and many troubles, such as..."

The mud horses set off, pulling the heavy carts out of town. The profiteer and Bai sat on the carts, talking and listening. The tall and capable ordinary people would be responsible for transporting the goods, while the bloodline people rode mud horses, always on the lookout for danger.

They will carry the hope of Xinzhen, trade along the way, and go all the way to Ya'an City. If all goes well, they will bring Xinzhen the necessary supplies for the winter.

Mason looked at their backs, the cold wind of late autumn blowing against his cheeks, his eyes full of anticipation.

When we meet again next time, it will be time to reap the rewards.