Take Taobao with you to another world

Today, the entire immigrant group will move out of their strongholds and move to the settlement that was selected in just one day. Naturally, the viscount, as a captive, will also move along with him.But he still made another deal with the bereaved, and moved his order forward, so now he is going with the third team.

These teams set off at fixed intervals, and after the first two groups of people walked and cleaned up, their advancing route gradually took shape.The viscount observed the surrounding environment, and then felt something lightly falling from the air, he stretched out his hand, and caught a piece of gray snow.It is the grass ash left after burning.

He looked up to the direction the wind was blowing from. Under the clear autumn sky, more ashes were lifted into the sky by the heat from the flames, and drifted around with the breeze. It looked like a big fire was burning in front of them.The viscount raised his eyebrows. In this dry weather, if the fire spreads with the wind, the consequences would be very serious.A few years ago, when a prince of the Central Empire encircled and suppressed the rebels, he used a fire to drive out nearly a thousand people hiding in the mountains. It extended to other places. Although he followed the mage with the army, facing the burning mountains, the high-level water-based mage completely gave up his plan to control the situation.When the legion left, the fire area had reached an astonishing extent. No matter day or night, black smoke from that mountainous area could be seen dozens of miles away. The disaster was barely over. Before that, the ashes of various creatures even fell to the imperial capital with the high wind, causing people to complain.

A clear blue lake appeared in front of them, and the scene of the fire was not far away from them.The Viscount looked up, and when the flames were in full swing, the dry thatch and bushes crackled one after another in the ferocious fire, and the golden fire line moved on the ground like a wave, but on the periphery of the fire field, there was a rather wide line of soil. The circle has been cleared out, and ordinary fire can only burn by attaching to objects, and cannot spread beyond the area delineated by the isolation zone.

The blue sky, the colorful late autumn forest, the blue-green lake, and the withered yellow thick grass, in these usual autumn scenery, the red flag on the other side of the fire is so vivid that the Viscount almost saw it at first sight The peaceful-looking Dharma-Family under the banner.Holding a black leather-bound book like an identity badge in his hand, he was sitting on a chair made of rough wood, raising his head, and talking with a black-haired man standing in front of him.

Not far behind the Fajuan is the junction of the river and the lake. In places with sufficient water, there are always some plants with slender branches. Some people are collecting their branches, and then others are transporting them to the place where the water has been cleaned. On the land where they came out, there was a group of women with different hair colors, busy making some kind of basket with ropes made of grass and these branches.In the center of the circle they formed was a finished product with an unusual shape.

The viscount remembered that these people were not the only ones who set off at the beginning.He turned his gaze to the left, where the flames were still burning, and another dirt barrier had spread to the depths of the pasture. The vegetation on this alluvial land that had never been reclaimed grew quite densely—although it had decayed, At this time, when I glanced over, I could only see the shaking heads of the working people.

At this time, the team of about 500 people, led by the patriarch named Hande, stopped. Some people were looking at the scene in front of them but did not hear the order. The team squeezed each other, and it took a while to stabilize. .In the process of coming here from the camp just now, the whole team showed an unconscious and loose atmosphere, but the bereaved team walking on the outside kept squeezing inward, and the team leaders and captains inside also remembered to restrain their own people. Only one team has effectively arrived here.When they migrated collectively before, they could always maintain a tight group, but it was a spontaneous unity to resist the possible dangers of the journey. Once they relaxed, the nature of these savage tribes was fully revealed.

Telling them to stay where they are and not to move around at will, the patriarch Hande of Merck walked over to the favored ones.The favored man nodded to the man in front of him, and ended the conversation. The latter bowed slightly to him, stretched out his hand to beckon two companions, and turned to walk to the front of the river where the sound of logging was coming from. What work is going on.

Han De walked up to the courtier, and the two exchanged a few words. After looking in this direction, the courtier took out a map. Han De bent down. The courtier pointed something on the map, and then handed gave him.Hande put away the map, and then the Favored One stood up, took a rolled-up flag from a black-haired young man beside him, and handed it to him.

The viscount quietly watched this familiar scene, and found that Arslan was not with the favored one.At least within the field of vision, the Viscount did not find the tall young man who was always with the court's favored man almost all the time, which was a bit surprising.There are still dozens of young men from the bereaved family staying by his side, but more than half of them have jobs in their hands, and they don't look like special guards.

Han De walked back, and the red flag was unfurled in his hand, presented in front of the people.The Viscount had never seen such a rich red on any fabric, it looked like fire and blood...but no coat of arms or symbols.

"Follow this flag! Where it lands, we will stay!"

The people who were chatting curiously or confusedly stopped, and the buzz subsided. These people from different tribes all looked at the eye-catching color at the front of the line.

"set off!"

The brightly colored flag was hoisted at the front of the line and marched forward.The people around the viscount also started to move their feet. He took a few steps outside to avoid the path of the team.The bereaved youth in charge of guarding him looked around and asked him, "Are you staying here?"

The viscount glanced in another direction, and the other party frowned, "You are a prisoner, don't try to disturb the magician."

"I can't do anything. But your 'magician' also said, don't be too harsh on me, right?"

"The treatment you are getting now is already very good."

"If you let me stay there, you don't need to find someone to take care of me." The Viscount smiled harmlessly, "Your 'magician' made me suffer a lot, I I won’t provoke him easily. Even Arslan, who always follows him, has been sent out, he should be in great need of manpower now, and it would be too wasteful to keep an eye on me.”

He raised the chain in his hand and gestured to the black-haired young man in front of him, "And this. I'm not a mage. If I can't hold a sword with both hands, I don't have much fighting power at all. Besides, your strength is much greater than ordinary people. I Wouldn't run away so stupidly."

The other party hesitated for a moment, and the viscount waited patiently, but the result was not what he expected.

Although he was sternly warned not to run around, he was almost tied to a tree—if it wasn’t for the bereaved family member without a key, the Viscount is certainly not the kind of obedient child, so when the other party turned around, he mentioned The footsteps walked directly towards the location of the Dharma Blessed One.

The bereaved people who followed the courtier stood up one after another following his overstepping, but after the sound of shouting, the courtier comforted them with his wonderful voice, and the viscount was able to come to him unhindered. Not far ahead.

"Long time no see, 'Sorcerer'." Wearing the chain, the Viscount calmly saluted the other party.

"Hello, Viscount." The other party nodded politely.

"Can I stay here?"

"Please do whatever you want." The favored man gestured with his hand, and then asked, "Do you need a chair, please?"

"All I need is a piece of ground." The viscount walked over, and a bereaved family gave him the seat next to the family member very dissatisfied. "It's an honor that you still remember me."

"I'm really sorry about this, Viscount." Another young man from the bereaved family brought over a beautiful-looking chair without a back, and just as the Viscount sat down, he heard the family member say, "I It’s just that I almost forgot your existence, and I didn’t mean to be rude.”

"..." The Viscount looked at the gentle face, which was handsome but completely different from that of the people on the west side of Central Continent. The expression on the other side was not perfunctory. Is this frank or ironic? "You do seem to be very busy. After all, judging from the current situation, you have to complete the resettlement of these populations within this period of time, which is a very difficult project. If I can see it from the blueprint to the day when it is realized, I would consider it a miracle."

"The results that can be achieved as long as you work hard are far from being called miracles." The favored man named the magician replied calmly.

"Just relying on these people..." The Viscount thought for a while, and taking into account some phenomena he saw along the way, he changed his words, "If you only have these powerful fighters by your side, I think you can do it."

The magician smiled, "It is always impossible to achieve a completely ideal situation."

"Of course, with your help, they should be able to do a good job." Especially they have tools with a very high level of craftsmanship, and winter will help these people properly reduce some population, "I think after a year or two, here A nice village will emerge."

"Probably." The sorcerer nodded slightly.

"Let me take the liberty to ask, is this the territory you chose?"

The magician raised his eyes from the notebook in his hand, "Territory?"

"People like you always need a territory." The Viscount said, "You remodeled this place according to your own intentions, isn't it for the convenience of your future life?"

Tapping the paper with the delicate pen in his hand, the magician looked at the Viscount and smiled slightly, "Did you come here specially to confirm this with me, Viscount?"

The Viscount replied with the same ambiguous smile, and of course he wanted to be sure of more than that, "After all, it was a very long journey to come here from the Far East. I thought you wanted to take a break in time."

The magician nodded, and then asked, "And then?"

"During this period of time, your deeds have inspired me a lot. I have rarely met such an amazing existence like you," the Viscount said, adjusting his posture, "Although the way we met is a pity, after all I have absolutely no intention of being hostile to you or the bereaved family. So I hope that when we meet again, we can try to forget these bad feelings."

The magician glanced at the iron chain in his hand, "We are also very sorry that we have to treat a nobleman like this. Of course, I also believe that if there is a next time, everyone will deal with the current situation more rationally."

——It's really not that difficult to deal with.The viscount, who didn't get any useful information from these conversations, was silent for a while, and then said, "Well, this kind of conversation is really not my forte. Warlock, if you don't mind my impoliteness, can I ask you directly Some Problems?"

"This..." The sorcerer turned his head sideways and pondered.

"What do you have to ask?" A voice that was so cold that it was almost freezing came from above their heads.

The viscount raised his eyes and met Arslan's pair of golden pupils in the black. Unpleasant memories resurfaced, and the viscount's expression turned cold. He turned to look at the favored person, " Magician, don't you think your servant is too transgressive?"

"Viscount, Tianlan is not my servant." The sorcerer replied very peacefully, then he raised his head and said to the tall young man who was dripping water all over his body, "Tianlan, do you want to change your clothes first?"

Arslan withdrew his aura. He didn't seem to be able to disobey the magician's intentions. After a short pause, he leaned over and whispered a few words in the magician's ear. The magician showed a somewhat helpless expression , but still nodded.Arslan glanced at the viscount again, turned around and strode away. Looking at his speed of action, the viscount knew that his intentions were almost in vain.

Forget it, before saying goodbye, there is always a chance.The Viscount glanced around, then stood up, "It seems that I have disturbed your work. Warlock, I will take my leave first."

"It's nothing. I'm sorry I can't serve you as a guest."

"But there will be a next time, right?"

The sorcerer looked into the Viscount's dark green eyes, and after a while, he nodded slightly and said, "Yes, there will always be a next time."