Start with the Eye of Sauron

Soros slept until the sun was about to set, and then he got up lazily. He came to the kitchen and prepared something casually, and sat at the wooden table to eat.

Not long after, Mu De came back, and he took half of the basket of fish and put it at the door.

"Mude, just leave one for me, eat the rest."

Mu De responded, and swallowed the fish in two mouthfuls. The werewolf's hunger was very strong. Mu De had a relatively sufficient source of food in the town, and he restrained his desire for blood food better.

After Soros finished eating, he boiled a large pot of hot water and poured it into the big wooden barrel. He liked this wooden barrel very much, and he could soak his whole body in it. One of the few treats.

Soros squinted his eyes, hummed a little song cheerfully, and enjoyed this pleasant moment.

When he opened his eyes again, a black mist had drifted in front of him. Sophia lay beside his barrel and kowtowed to him pretendingly.

Soros was full of bitterness and covered the important parts, while Sophia stared with red eyes and giggled.

"Little loach, little loach!"

"I'm not young!" Soros blushed and scolded loudly.

"Master, I'm sorry." Edward came to Soros with an apologetic face, and took away the mischievous Sophia.

"Both of you go outside and wait for me first, and I'll pass by later." Soros tried his best to put on a serious face, but he was lying in the wooden barrel now, how could he look majestic?

Edward agreed, and some blushes appeared on his pale face for no reason. As he came outside the room, he reprimanded Sophia, telling her not to do this again next time.

Soros quickly turned out of the barrel, wiped himself clean, changed into clothes, and brought Edward and Sophia outside the house into the dungeon.

Mude is also there. Vampires and werewolves rest in different ways, but neither of them will refuse soft beds and clean rooms.Now being tricked by the system, Soros can only let them make do in the hall.

"There are a lot of people outside, and those are our partners. You can't hurt them, and when you can help them, try to help them."

Standing in front of the three dark creatures, Soros carefully described his plan. After unifying the three villages, he would announce the identity of Mude, and take this opportunity to announce the identities of Edward and Sophia.

Special ethnic groups should also have a certain status in the parliament. Once they are accepted, Soros will let them communicate with the villagers without any scruples.

After talking about some things, Soros returned to his home. Now that he finally didn't have to share a room with Mu De, Soros felt very relieved.

Mu De came up with Soros, and took his quilt and pillow into the dungeon. Unexpectedly, when he got out of the dungeon, Sophia, that girl, took a fancy to what Mu De held.

Edward and Mulder were resting on the clean floor, while Sophia was covered with Mulder's quilt and pillowed on Mulder's pillow.

"Big man, I'll return these things to you first. Edward and I turned into bats and went to the town where the master lives." Sophia got out of bed and pulled Edward to the stone steps.

"You two, don't cause trouble. Even if you scare those people, the master will punish you severely." Mu De warned, and the two vampires agreed.

"Go to Samara Fort with the townspeople tomorrow and buy back those weapons and everything."

While thinking about things, Soros got into his own bed. Just when he was lying down, the wooden board was moved away, and two black mist came out.

"Go and have a look, be careful." Hearing what the two said, Soros waved his hand and drove them out.

The town was still peaceful, and the new residents carefully inspected every place in Weier Town. They quickly became familiar with the terrain and the number of people here.

"I'm a little hungry, but the blood of those people is inedible. The master said they are companions."

"Let's leave town and find something to eat."

Two vampires left Vail and disappeared into the night. . .

Early the next morning, Soros had already arrived at the dock. Most of the ships today were used to transport goods, and all the men in the town had already arrived.

"Soros, you came back yesterday, right?"

After warmly greeting the people around him, Soros bumped into Ciri as soon as he turned his head.

"Yes, are you going with me too?"

After taking a serious look at Shirley in front of him, Soros stepped forward and squeezed the muscles on Shirley's body, which strengthened a lot.

"Your book is really useful. As an instructor, I don't practice martial arts for sixteen hours a day. I'm sorry for the boys in the town. After we get the weapons back from Samara Fort, we will have real combat effectiveness .”

Ciri looked at the group of men behind her, very excited.

"If our town of Weier is now facing the group of deserters who came to the town at the beginning, we will definitely be able to resist at will, let alone encounter some thieves, one person will fight two."

"How long have you been training?" Soros smiled and patted Ciri on the shoulder.

"What I said is true. If you don't believe me, when you come back, go to the square and have a look. I've already started arranging actual combat drills."

Soros nodded, and sat in a small boat with Ciri. Under Ciri's guidance, the men in the town had already started fighting each other, both in hand-to-hand combat and with weapons.

Those townspeople made their own wooden knives and wooden swords, Soros thought, and when he came back, he would formulate a new arena system, set up prizes for each round of the arena, and encourage those townspeople. This will be a topic of the council again.

After Neil gave an order, several small wooden boats began to row downstream. This time, there were seven wooden boats carrying armor and weapons.

The number of weapons and armor for more than 80 people is not small. Today, there are only three normal fishing boats left, and the rest of the boats are going to Samara Fort.

In order not to arouse suspicion, the townspeople ordered armor and weapons in several places. Mude led a group of townspeople pushing a small cart to Victu.

"Owning armed forces without permission is a felony no matter which country you are in. Kosovo, are you ready?"

Looking at the dozens of small boats that set sail together, Soros felt a sense of arrogance. Soon after, Kosovo would find out that there was a traitor among them, an unstoppable traitor. . .