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“This…this…is really an eye-opener.”

Count Guluoko looked at the winter rice in the tent and didn't know what to say.

According to the annual food ration of 150 kilograms for a serf, the output of this acre of land can feed 20 people. As a result, everyone gradually accepted this absurd data.

Marquis Rotende pressed his hand to silence everyone, and then continued: "I understand your thoughts, but it is impossible to bring these crops back to the Kingdom of Ilia."

"Captain of the Legion, why is this happening?" an earl asked bravely.

Marquis Rotende was not angry at the earl's offense, and patiently explained: "According to the Duke of Moravia's research, this crop exists because of the world. To put it simply, the giant rule of the Metagea plane world is one of the underlying rules, which is why this world can grow this crop."

"So, if you can't find any treasure, collecting food is also a good option."

After hearing what Marquis Rothende said, some nobles have begun to think about the feasibility of this plan.

Two hours later, the meeting ended, and Weilin and Kyle left the tent and walked towards the 15th Army camp.

"How about we go for a walk in the city?" Weilin asked, looking at the moon in the sky.

Hearing this, Kyle nodded and responded, "Master, it's up to you to decide."

"Okay, let's go then."

After saying this, Weilin took off his armor and threw it into the demiplane.

The Metagea plane is within the coverage of the Ilaria world, so it can naturally open the half-plane located in the alien space.

Not long after leaving the military camp, Weilin saw a familiar figure acting suspiciously.

"Grandpa."

As he was about to leave from the underground, Vitris stopped, turned around, and greeted him warmly: "Velin, long time no see!"

"Uncle, we just met a few days ago." Weilin walked forward and looked at his uncle's attire. Even with his magical perception, he was unable to spot him.

"I'm going out tonight. Don't tell your aunt, or I'll be in trouble."

"Uncle, I'm also planning to go to Naris City for a stroll. How about we go together?"

Hearing Weilin's words, Vitris said without hesitation: "That's good, let's go."

It would be a waste if you don't use the person who is supposed to take the blame.

He looked back at the military camp and found that Miali had not noticed yet. He put his left hand on Weilin's shoulder, grabbed Kyle's left hand with his right hand, and directly used the combat skill [Rock Extreme·Underground Escape] and headed towards the city of Naris, which was 30 kilometers away.

Two minutes later, the three appeared in an alley in Naris City.

"You two can have fun, I'm leaving now."

After saying this, before Verin could react, Vitelis left the alley and swaggered towards the opera house.

"From a certain perspective, my uncle can be considered a loyal man."

"My lord, Lord Vitellis has chosen you as the scapegoat. You should think carefully about how to explain this to Count Blood Moon." Kyle reminded in a low voice after Vitellis disappeared.

Weilin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took out a photo stone from his pocket, and said to Kyle, "Don't worry, I have recorded the scene just now. If my aunt comes to see me, just show her this scene directly."

"You..."

"That's called keeping a trick up your sleeve. If Aunt Mia Li doesn't come to me afterwards, I can use it to blackmail my uncle." Weilin smiled evilly, with a sly look in his eyes. "Hehe, it's exciting just to think about it."

After saying this, Weilin walked towards the main street of Naris City.

This was the first time he had seen such a sinister and cunning master.

Coming back to his senses, Kyle stopped thinking and quickly followed.

Because the Governor of Naris Region surrendered early, the city was not devastated by the war.

The streets are bustling with people, and the sounds of various hawkers are endless.

Weilin squeezed through the bustling crowd and came to a stall. He used [Language Comprehended] on himself, then pointed at the string of roasted popcorn and asked, "How much is this?"

"Two Ansa copper coins for a string." The vendor looked up, saw the other person's clothes, and said in a flattering tone.

Weilin took out a copper coin from his pocket, threw it to the other party, and then asked, "How many Ansa copper coins do you think this is worth?"

The vendor respectfully took the copper coin from Weilin, looked at the unknown words on it, and his expression suddenly changed. He quickly returned the copper coin, smiling and respectfully saying, "If you want some popcorn, just take it."

"You are quite observant. Looking at the calluses on your hands, I believe they have their own story."

After hearing Weilin's words, the vendor still kept a smile on his face, without any anger in his eyes, and said, "I haven't been an adventurer for many years. My main job now is to bake and sell popcorn."

"I don't think so." Weilin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at the other person with a smile.

Meeting Weilin's eyes, the vendor's smile became even more flattering, but there was still no flaw in his eyes, and his face was still smiling ingratiatingly: "Sir, please take this copper coin back. You can take as many roasted popcorn as you want."

Weilin did not accept the copper coin from the other party. Instead, he took out three more copper coins and put them in his hand. He then took up two skewers of roasted popcorn and said with a smile, "Since you won't exchange it, then follow my rules."

After saying this, he turned and left without waiting for the other party to signal.

Looking at the other person's leaving figure, the vendor threw four copper coins into the fire, his face gloomy and his eyes full of hatred.

Without his noticing, a five-pointed star mark had been integrated into his body.

At an intersection, Weilin found Kyle and handed him a bunch of roasted rice crackers. Then he took a bite of his own roasted rice crackers, chewed them carefully, and showed a satisfied look: "Try it quickly, it's really good."

Kyle took the string of unknown food from his master, took a bite, chewed it slowly, and it tasted really good.

Weilin finished the roasted popcorn in his hand in just two or three bites. He couldn't help but sigh: "Good cooking skills, but it's a pity that he is an assassin."

"assassin?"

Kyle looked at the half-skewer of popcorn in his hand, his eyes full of confusion.

"Forget it, let's go to the local garrison camp first."

Weilin didn't say anything, but took Kyle towards the military camp in the city.

After the city is captured, there are always some brave people who will fulfill their beliefs.

Although he admired these people, he could not let them go. As one of the main commanders of the expeditionary force, he came here to spread the faith of the Goddess of Life, and naturally stood on the opposite side of these people.