"I have to say, it's really easy to make money from young nobles at this stage of civilization!"

Listening to the various requests from the people, Carl assigned a Moon Spirit maid to each person to help record them.

Just like the previous two motorcycles, Carl did not charge any fees this time, but because many people wanted magic motorcycles, he asked the teenagers to provide the materials themselves.

This actually made those thin-skinned young people feel a little embarrassed.

One of them had a good relationship with the young holy warrior and even reserved one for his friend.

Carl has recently needed to do a lot of mechanical hand-making to accumulate spiritual power to break through to level 10 machinist. This amount of work is no problem for him.

Soon, these people confirmed that their requirements for the magic motorcycles had been recorded carefully, so after some polite exchanges, everyone was taken away by Joanna.

It only took Carl more than three days to deliver those magic motorcycles. Bain, who was in charge of the transportation, also bought a large amount of food from the market.

Although Carl prepared enough food for everyone to consume for two years at the beginning, the speed of food consumption increased suddenly with the addition of those "burdens".

For this purpose, Karl also specially asked the Yueling maid to bring some textile equipment, some related tools and books to the city.

Carl took care of two of them regarding food, clothing, housing and transportation, banned one, and let them solve the remaining problems on their own. After all, at least they had a skill to make a living.

At first, the young paladin thought that Carl was going to enslave these people to work for him, but after listening to Carl's advice that "it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish", he immediately and actively went to supervise the people in the walled city to learn.

This made Carl feel guilty that he had deceived a fool.

And the day after that, a conflict broke out in the turbulent Storm Bay.

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"Storm Council! You are a bunch of bastards who take human life lightly!"

In the trading area in the center of Storm Bay Town, an adventurer who looked like he had just returned from the adventure zone was holding a weapon and pointing with red eyes at the person in charge of the relief point opened by the Storm Council.

Fine bloodshot almost completely filled his eyeballs, and the veins on his forehead bulged, making him look extremely terrifying.

The person in charge of the relief center was also a tough guy. Seeing that the other party was so contemptuous of him, he immediately scolded him.

He cursed out a burst of foul language filled with Storm Bay's slang, and was about to pick up the rum beside him to moisten his throat as usual, but suddenly he saw a glimmer of a knife in the corner of his eye.

His body subconsciously dodged to the side, but his untrained body was unable to keep up with the combat awareness developed in earlier years and was actually half a beat slower.

With a "swish", the sharp blade cut off one of his arms.

The scarlet blood and the flying limbs ignited the emotions in the trading area that had been suppressed for who knows how long.

"Damn it! This troublemaker! Kill him for me!"

The person in charge of the relief point who had been exposed to the wind and sun for nearly a week in the trading area was once a ruthless pirate. He endured the severe pain of a broken arm and immediately gave orders to his younger brothers behind him.

He didn't have time to care about what the other party meant by "disregarding human life". He just wanted to cripple the guy who dared to swing a knife at him.

The sounds of sharp blades being unsheathed rang out one after another, and the ugly members of the Storm Council immediately surrounded the adventurer with red eyes.

"Humph! Come on! Come on! Even if I die today, I will drag you to be buried with my wife and children! Die! You all must die!"

In extreme rage, the man went into frenzy.

He didn't care who was around him and just swept forward with a move.

The enhancement brought by the Berserker sub-job makes him immune to many control skills. When he goes crazy, he is like a tiger among the flock of sheep.

The merchants who were watching the fun suddenly felt something was wrong. Those who reacted quickly ran outside, while those who reacted slowly were unfortunately hit by the barbarian's attack and lost half their lives.

As for those people in the Storm Council?

That would be even worse.

They were originally idle hooligans in the town, and they got their current positions by currying favor with the real leaders of the Storm Council.

They could still bully others by relying on their numbers, but how could they be a match for such a barbarian who seemed to be favored by "Fury"? A two-meter-high double-edged battle axe was wielded by the barbarian like a branch.

Those thugs would die if they were brushed against or touched.

When the person in charge saw the other party's crazy fighting style, most of his courage was gone.

In addition, the arm he lost happened to be his dominant hand, so the remaining confidence was gone in an instant.

In a flash, the barbarian had already reached the person in charge and fought with all his life. The person in charge rolled on the ground, trying to escape from the opponent's attack range.

But the barbarian's fighting instinct was not so easy to convince. With a flash of blade, a head flew out and fell to the side.

All the onlookers had already hidden in the nearby shops.

For a moment, the originally bustling market became like a classroom where a pop quiz was being conducted.

The matter has become a big deal.

Although no one knows why things turned out like this, the Storm Council, which has always valued its own reputation, will undoubtedly launch a crazy revenge on this barbarian.

Some old people at the market recounted the story of how Bane and his team were retaliated against after they punished evil and promoted good a few years ago. At the end, he sighed softly and said no more.

It's not that they don't want to rush over and hack the opponent to death while he is exhausted, but the main reason is that the barbarian seems to be able to continue to be violent. What if the opponent tries to get worse and hacks them to death? Who can they complain to?

Work is done for the bosses behind you, but life is your own. The Storm Council is not rich enough to arrange a resurrection package for every younger brother.

After more than ten minutes, the sudden conflict reached a climax.

The Storm Council's reinforcements and the barbarian's companions arrived at the market almost at the same time.

Then, a more intense conflict came.

It was already that evening when Karl learned about this.

Joanna visited his base in the middle of the night with a few people covered in black robes.

"So, these people behind you are the ones who were there at that time?"

Looking at the four men in black robes standing behind Joanna, Karl asked with a complicated expression.

"No, these are just a few of them. We have temporarily hidden the rest of the injured in a place. Senior Karl, could you please take them in?"

From Carl's perspective, these adventurers who rebelled against the Storm Council were undoubtedly being used as pawns, but Carl felt that their experiences were real.

The Sons of Winter member hiding behind the scenes is well aware of the principle of going with the flow. Given the discipline of the Storm Council, even if they do good things, problems will inevitably arise. It is only a matter of time.

"If I help them, I will be involved in this conspiracy."

Thinking in his heart, Carl rubbed his eyebrows in distress.

Seeing that Karl seemed a little embarrassed, Joanna was actually mentally prepared.

After bowing slightly to Karl, she stood up and prepared to leave with the people in black robes.

Just as she was about to reach the door, Karl spoke.

"It's not good to let them live here at the base. If someone really comes, they will be exposed at first sight. There is a place over in the fortress, but the environment is not that good. If you are willing, I can take you there."

Turning back quickly, Joanna immediately nodded and agreed.

"Sure! As long as there's a place to stay, it'll be fine! I'll provide food and other supplies myself, and Senior Karl will definitely not be implicated in this matter!"

Hearing this, Karl smiled indifferently.

"I can't say I'm implicated. After all, I'm also a student of Akanix, and my family has some connections in the Eludon Fields. Those people in the Storm Council can't do anything to me. I'm just worried about the Son of Winter..."

Afterwards, Carl informed everyone about the artificial Eberron Dragon Crystal and the Green Rain Virus.

Upon hearing that this widespread "plague" was actually the work of the Son of Winter, one of the men in black robes immediately began to tremble all over.

It seems that he should be the barbarian involved.

With a regretful sigh, Carl waved his hand, signaling everyone to follow him.

The construction of the fortress has been basically completed, but the engineering structure is still being excavated downwards.

Carl found the time to open up a small path between the fortress and the base, so that people could travel directly between the two places.

Following this road, everyone soon arrived at the city.

Looking at the neatly arranged buildings and the wide, straight streets, several men in black robes were stunned. For a moment, they were not sure whether this place was for them to live in.

Because this place looks much better than the civilian area.

"Come with me. This is where the ordinary people who were treated by Joanna live. Your place should be a little further down."

After walking a distance forward, Carl went into a tunnel.

Everyone followed suit, and then followed Carl through the tunnel for a while.

Finally, with the appearance of a mechanical head with a purple halo, everyone arrived at their destination.

"Is this... a cobalt construct? Or a giant version?"

Looking at the mechanical head, Joanna hurriedly tried to go forward to check it out, but after taking two steps, she remembered that this was Carl's discovery, so she stopped with some embarrassment.

"It's okay. Go ahead and take a look if you want. This thing isn't bad. Next, I'll have the engineering construct build a place for you to live here. How many of you are there?"

"Um, about sixty or so. When we were fighting, some angry warriors joined us, and gradually there were so many of them."

Speaking of this, the black-robed men who dared to resist the Storm Council lowered their heads in embarrassment.

But this made Carl look at Joanna with a new respect.

"How did you hide these sixty-plus people? Is there a secret room in the garrison at Kolan Castle?"

"Hey, it's a secret!"

(End of this chapter)