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"Hey, no status is no status, but the aborigines can't hold back the aristocrats who want to be crazy.

If there is a chance to become a nobleman, they can fight their lives. "

Yi Fei smiled.

"Oh, the aborigines are not enough, I said."

Mo Lan reacted instantly.

"Didn't I make a wasteland reclamation order as Earl Jingshui?

As long as you successfully open up wasteland, you can become a nobleman. "

"It doesn't work. Those who have the ability and power are planning to go out and open up wasteland on their own, and build a small town or a small village on the outskirts of the mountains.

Because only by leading the land reclamation, can you become a nobleman by mastering the territory.

And the people we recruited are destined to be unable to dominate our territory, that is to say, the possibility of becoming a nobleman through this has been cut off.

It was our players who became nobles in the end. To be honest, it's not very useful. "

Yi Fei smiled bitterly.

Mo Lan couldn't laugh or cry.

"I shook my head. I can't give you directly to the nobles. The land reclamation order is for such nobles to follow. There are precedents in the past. I gave it. Other nobles can only agree.

But if I give it to the nobles indiscriminately, it will be a noble from my territory.

This situation is equivalent to completely disrupting the rules of the aristocracy and completely stepping on the dignity of the entire aristocratic class.

Although it can't turn the sky, but...not necessary. "

"Oh, this is the case, then Mo God, do you think this is okay?

I build the city, and then I will give my support to others to build a territory next to the city. This kind of...can you count him as a wastelander, or as a nobleman? "

Mo Lan took a deep look at Yi Fei, and suddenly understood that this was the ultimate goal of Yi Fei's talking about so long and asking so many questions here. The front was just foreshadowing.

Mo Lan hesitated for a long time when he heard the words, and then slowly said.

"can!"

A smile appeared on Yi Fei's face.

"Thank God Mo."

"Ok."

Yi Fei chatted with Mo Lan for a while and then left. Before leaving, he went to various counters to buy the quota that Mo Lan prepared for them. When he paid, he didn't blink his eyes and didn't even look at the price, so he paid directly.

After hearing the news, the guild leaders also came, and Mo Lan made the same rhetoric about this.

In addition, the house of the wizard also attracted a large number of players or aborigines.

They looked at every item in it with shock, and the players felt a sense of modernity, and felt that reality and the game seemed to have begun to overlap at this moment.

What the aborigines felt was shock, and everything here seemed so magical to them.

Spell items that can rotate and walk automatically, machine tools that can cut and forge quickly, harvesters and textile streets that can be worth hundreds of thousands of laborers, everything is so magical.

And that steampunk-style motorcycle has attracted the attention of most professionals. There are a large number of people around it, whether it is players or aboriginals, watching all its details, and being impacted by the image of the power of the machine.

Of course, it's not that the Jeep is not beautiful enough, nor is it that they don't like Jeep and prefer motorcycles.

Mainly this motorcycle is the cheapest...

"Bring me one! Full price!"

One shouted loudly, squeezed directly to the front, and walked to the booth mage under the envious eyes of others.

"Sorry, the motorcycles have all been sold. If you are willing to wait, you can pay the deposit to line up. There are already 127 people in line. If you pay the deposit now, it is expected that you can pick up the car before next Friday."

"It's sold out? So soon? Next Friday...Forget it, buy it!"

"Okay, here is your queue number, 128."

The player took the number, raised his head, and walked out of the crowd like a Gallic rooster.

In addition to motorcycles, another booth also attracted a large number of people.

Engine booth.

I don't know how many people gathered around the engine booth, staring at the engine with fierce eyes.

"Buy!"

"Hello, congratulations on your successful booking of a fuel-burning engine. It is expected that the delivery will be available in three weeks. Please settle the balance when you pick up the goods. Thank you."

In fact, it can be said that the sales of bare engines are much hotter than motorcycles.

The products of the Master’s House are not in line with everyone’s wishes. Some people like them, and naturally they also dislike them.

There are also those with strong hands-on skills, who like to do everything, especially after they become a mage, they don't need tools, and they have extremely strong processing capabilities and faster thinking and calculation capabilities.

They don't like the goods of the house of the mage, but they like this engine very much, and they also know that more than 80% of the things in the house of the mage are derived from this engine.

So people with strong hands-on skills are ready to buy their own engines, some want to use the engine to design an automatic machine to complete the idea of ​​opening a factory, and some want to build their own unique vehicle based on the engine, and some think that this is itself The huge heat, ready to catch a wave of heat.

For example, a well-known anchor bought multiple engines to build a handmade luxury sports car, and broadcast the whole process.

And everything comes together in two words.

Master's House!

House of Machinery!

The forum has almost been dominated by this matter, and even the game strategy area has started to produce the strongest tank casting process, the perfect application of the engine and other strategy tutorials.

.......

Time is always passing by inadvertently, and the sky is dark unconsciously, but the excitement of the mage's house has not been calm because of the darkness, but has become more hot.

The installation of various lamps makes the street where the Master Tower is located as bright as daylight.

The crowd is surging here, and many clever players have set up stalls on the street to sell snacks.

The house of the mage is still lively, and with this excitement, when the house of the mage is widely known, it will certainly be seen by those who are interested.

"Everything purchased at the Master’s House will be issued with a tax invoice, but it is said that all commercial activities that occur in the Master’s House will be taxed.”

"The Mage Association is sick, isn't it? What kind of tax is paid for playing a game."

"Yes, pure brain damage, does he know how much he will lose?"

"And where did he put us in taxes!"

"He is a big man~www.wuxiamtl.com~Of course we little people like us are not in his eyes."

"Huh, I don't pay taxes anyway, so I'll just play a game anyway."

"I won't pay either."

"Um, Mo Lan didn't ask you to pay it, what can you do with him? It's the same as someone forced you to do it."

"You have been withdrawn from the group chat."

The man smiled and said nothing.

This is a relatively small group of guild leaders. It is worth mentioning that one of the top ten guilds is also in this group chat.

Of course, just like what the player just said.

None of this has anything to do with Mo Lan...