Chapter 198 The Great Demon Viscount Rand

The comfortable winter is over.

According to statistics, no one died of cold or hunger in Crescent Moon Territory and Crescent Moon Territory this winter.

And because of the order to drink boiled water when fuel was sufficient, the probability of illness in both territories dropped sharply.

It is actually very simple to reduce the epidemic rate. In this era, as long as we pay attention to hygiene, we can significantly reduce the epidemic rate.

As for more, at least for now, medical care is still not universally available.

To be precise, the overall medical technology in this world is still at a relatively primitive level. It is only because of the existence of priests, alchemists and herbalists that many diseases can be cured for the nobles and royal families.

It’s just difficult to popularize it for ordinary people.

All Rand can do now is to make him pay attention to hygiene, which can significantly reduce the abnormal death rate of civilians.

Rand went to great lengths to increase the population and improve the living standards of his subjects, not because he was a saint, but because as a lord, the people were not his enemies, but his strength.

It's the busy spring morning again and the weather is nice today.

The nest is still as beautiful as ever in pure natural style.

If there wasn't a blast furnace built on the cliff on the other side of the hideout, emitting heat and black smoke.

Heavy industry will definitely cause more pollution.

And it's not just the blast furnaces that are burning now, there are also some smoldering furnaces.

Rand's evaluation of this is to first pollute and then control, and to protect the environment during the development process.

The coking technology of the den finally made a breakthrough.

In fact, there is no technical content. It is just that if there is sulfur-free coal that is isolated from the air and smolders, but no coal mine is found near the hideout, Rand’s method is more simple and unpretentious, that is, indiscriminate logging.

In this era, the forest coverage rate is far higher than that in Rand's previous life. The hideout is still in a remote area, and although there is nothing else, there are still enough trees.

First, trees are cut down to make charcoal, and then the charcoal is smoldered to make coke.

The temperature at which coke burns is enough for use in blast furnaces.

Now there is only one problem left with the blast furnace, and that is the inner liner.

The furnace temperature can be raised, but if there is not a suitable high-temperature resistant inner liner, the blast furnace will be a disposable item, and the iron and steel produced will not be of good quality.

Also, it might explode.

An alchemist was almost killed in the blast furnace explosion. Rand personally took action and used the Desire Sharing, the Greed of the God of Struggle, and the Golden Leaves to save him.

Now Rand is visiting the alchemist in the ward. After all, he was injured for the development of the hideout. As the lord, it is necessary for Rand to show some humanistic care.

The alchemist had woken up, and now he was very confused. He looked around and saw a gurgling river, a village full of life, and many unknown flowers outside.

The sun was shining brightly, the mountains stretched out, and the clusters of white flowers looked like a flowing river. It seemed as if all the lives in the world were affected by the light, and at that moment, in the transparent sunlight, they cheered, spun, and transformed into countless free floating points of light.

So whose kingdom of god is this? He doesn't believe in god either?

So if you don’t believe in God, where does your soul go?

Purgatory?

The alchemist trembled and began to regret that he had not believed in a god when he was alive.

Then he saw the nightmare of his life.

Viscount Rand, the legendary lord, went from being an unknown person to a person that everyone in the Frost Moon Kingdom might not necessarily look up to, but must have heard of, in just two years. He was the Baron of Crescent Moon, the Viscount of New Moon, and the Occupier of Full Moon.

That's not the point, the point is that he is a sadistic pervert.

After he arrived here and officially started working, he heard about the reputation of the sadist Rand.

Things like liking to nail people to the cross, liking to whip people, liking to strip people naked and hang them up.

From the frightened eyes of the elven slaves who came to the alchemy workshop from time to time, he believed that this was all true.

His colleagues who never take leave and work hard are also clear evidence of this.

Therefore, he had no choice but to do so and work hard, even though he had a meaningful research direction and sufficient research funds, and this perverted sadistic lord often provided them with inspiration.

This is exactly the research environment they have always dreamed of.

But that doesn't mean he wants to see Rand in the afterlife.

But things went against his wishes, and the world always treated him cruelly in the most horrific ways.

Sure enough, the rumors were true. This Lord Rand was actually a demon from Purgatory. He was oppressed when he was alive, and after his death, judging from the situation now, he would most likely be oppressed even more.

So horrible!

Rand looked at the alchemist's horrified eyes with some confusion. The explosion of the blast furnace might be a bit scary, but he was saved and didn't seem to be missing any limbs. "Are you feeling unwell?"

The alchemist was even more terrified. He was afraid that Rand's next words would be to ask him to go to work.

Fortunately, Rand did not say that, but said something completely beyond his imagination: "Take good rest and have a good rest."

After his nerves relaxed a little, he had time to observe the surrounding environment.

Judging from the alchemist's rationality, this should be the medical ward of the resort villa.

But judging by the alchemist's logic, there was absolutely no way he could survive.

The Torch Church priests in this world are not very good at healing, but some high-level Torch Church priests know some fire therapies to a certain extent. There are also alchemical potions in alchemy, and various herbs with healing effects in herbology.

However, even with his outstanding knowledge as an alchemist, it was difficult for him to understand what kind of means were needed to reconnect his body that had been blown to pieces. Now he looked completely fine.

Was what happened before a dream? But the feeling of being hit by the broken outer wall of the blast furnace, the feeling of being burned by the high temperature, and the inexplicable voice asking him to agree, all the feelings were clearly engraved in his body.

The young alchemist replied hesitantly, "I understand!"

Then he lay back on the relatively soft medical bed.

If he couldn't figure it out, he should stop thinking about it. Now was a rare holiday, and he wanted to forget all the work in his mind and have a good rest.

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Olena, wearing a sunhat, followed the army to the location of the bandit gang that was blocking the road construction.

She was not good at commanding the army, and strictly speaking, she was not the commander of this guard. It was only because of her status and strength that this guard, which was composed of strictly selected members of the den and the White King's personal guards, would respect her opinions.

"Sir, the enemy has been spotted." The speaker was the captain of the White King's personal guard. In this Rand guard, if Olenna wasn't counted, he had the highest status.

Moreover, he had heard of Olenna's reputation. She was the Sword Ghost of the Imperial Academy, the legendary Duel Sword Princess, and the swordsmanship teacher of the White King's sister...

What made it even more difficult for him to understand was what the relationship was between Viscount Rand and the White King.

How come the White King's sister and her swordsmanship teacher are here, and it seems that they have no intention of returning to the White Kingdom at the moment.

"Don't ask me." Olenna was not as gentle to outsiders as she was to Rand.

But it’s still not strict.

"Attack, and remember to leave some alive." Olenna gave her advice.

The bandits on the opposite side were still harassing the construction work.

They rode on horses, brandishing their weapons, and showed off their power to the civilians who were carrying sandbags and wooden boards.

Horses, armor, weapons, all the configurations are beyond the scope of normal horse bandits.

According to Olenna's judgment, there should be some nobles who provided them with weapons and equipment, but it should not be from the country. After all, such a thing would not benefit all the nobles in the Frost Moon Kingdom.

Bandits are rampant, making many things inconvenient for the nobles in the country, and judging from the trend, this bandit group is gradually expanding.

Olenna didn't know why the bandit gang on King's Road had not been wiped out yet, but the gang had gotten fed up with it.

As the ground shook as the horses galloped, the originally happy bandits finally realized what was happening.

Olenna held the swift sword at her waist and did not charge with the guards.

Her mission was to ensure that no top professionals could influence the Guards.

The group of bandits on the opposite side should have discovered them long ago, but they didn't. Their military quality is almost non-existent, so they must be real bandits, not the army in disguise.

There were more than a dozen horse bandits on the opposite side. They were caught off guard and faced with the personal guards of King Bai. They were like chickens and dogs and were easily defeated at the first touch.

Moreover, after one charge, the bandits were completely frightened and didn't even have the courage to escape.

The few bandits who were still alive had already dismounted and were kneeling on the ground covered in blood.

The image of their companions' flying limbs and arms still remains in their minds.

Olenna then slowly walked in front of the bandits. The first thing she asked was a question on behalf of Rand: "Do you know who built this road? Do you know who you have offended?"

"We were wrong." The bandits may know this, but at least they didn't care until Rand actually sent troops to fight them. But now, they realized the seriousness of the problem. "Please give us a way out. We are willing to do anything."

Olenna knew very well that these bandits did not know that they were wrong, but that they knew they were going to die.

"Who asked you to come here?" Olena asked.

"It was the boss who sent us here. He said that many merchants have changed their route and are going this way. He asked us to come here to introduce ourselves to these merchants. In the Frost Moon Kingdom, they will definitely not be able to escape the influence of our Burning Self-Defense Forces."

"The Burning Self-Defense Force." Olena wrote down the name. "How many of you are there?"

"No, I'm not sure. There are many, many." The bandit who had been answering Olena, wearing a hat that he had stolen from somewhere, replied.

Apparently he is not very good at math.

"Is it dozens, hundreds, or thousands of people? How many can fight?" Although she had no hope, Olenna asked again.

"What is hundreds?" the bandit was even more confused.

(End of this chapter)