Son of the Olden Days

"You talk about our crisis first?" Thor suddenly turned his head and asked the old goblin.

"It seems that there are some problems in all aspects, such as food shortages or population loss. But to talk about the main crisis in the Free City, now that the group of Barrell is eradicated, it seems... no more, right?" The old goblin is not sure. To answer.

"Who knows?" Sol sighed and asked everyone at the table.

"I know, it's Allantis, the main city of the Southern Territory." Petty raised his hand first, then jumped up from the chair to answer.

"Very well, the answer is correct, not as smart as our shiitake mushrooms, your father...obviously has been abandoned." Sol sighed to Petty.

What am I going to give up? The old goblin was so angry that his beard stood up.

"Although there is a shortage of food in the territory, there is no problem with temporary support. This is an immediate difficulty and is not difficult to solve. Looking further, the southern main city is the biggest crisis we will eventually face."

"Now that the ghosts are raging on the mainland, Allantis can't take care of us for the time being, but judging from the hostility shown by the other party before, as long as the situation is eased, the old problem of pulling the nail of the city of freedom will be reopened. Go to the desktop."

"That is to say, no matter what the situation on the continent of Salvinia is in the future, we are actually very passive. If the problem of ghosts becomes more and more serious, although Allantis can be temporarily contained, we will also have to face the ghosts ourselves."

"On the other hand, if the situation on the mainland improves, Allantis will inevitably turn around and threaten us again. This is a result that is not difficult to foresee, and the City of Freedom is clearly struggling in such a situation."

"In view of this, I personally think that the best way to break this situation is that we take the initiative to attack." Sol said.

"Shall we take the initiative to attack? Go and fight Allantis!?" Stanter stared at the lizardman, and everyone was shocked.

"Well, how to put it, I have a vague idea. Allantis has three eighth ranks, so we have to take the initiative, but this will not be a war, nor is it a beheading and assassination, exactly Say it's more like harassment."

"My plan doesn't require any troops. Stant and Diller plus three or four of me are enough. If you do a good job, you can beat them all at once and make them jealous of the City of Freedom. ."

"If the plan goes well, they may be even more painful than the one I made in Odrensa back then, so they will have to weigh carefully before they dare to stretch out their hands next time. It's worth noting and the City of Freedom. Heads up."

"In other words, even if the City of Freedom cannot be kept, it doesn't matter at all. Give it to them. As long as the three of us are alive, the nightmare can recur at any time. Eliminating the hidden worries of the City of Freedom is a goal, and besides me, there is also me. The purpose is inside."

"At that time, you severed your hand and left, so I didn't hear the following. I told Shivank that if I didn't die, I would let him see the color of the nightmare. Man, if you say it, you will have it, otherwise I will talk about it later. No one will listen."

"So I put this question on the table now, and want to hear your opinions." Sol said to Stanter and Diller.

"Then your plan..." Stanter was a little hesitant, and Diller looked over with some doubts. After all, Saul had already said that Allantis had three rank eight league marshals, and listening to him seemed to be going head-to-head.

There is no shortage of courage between the two, and they were suppressed one-sidedly at the time, it is impossible for Stanter and Diller to have no resentment in their hearts. The most important thing is that if everyone wants to live steadily in the Free City, the Allantis issue must be resolved.

Many things in this world sometimes seem impossible, or they are obviously dead ends, but they are not easy to say. As long as there is a unique method, it may not be impossible to move an enemy that looks like a rock, so everyone is really curious about Sol's plan.

"The plan is still being conceived, but there must be risks, and death is not necessarily true." Saul pursed his lips and shrugged at the two of them.

Stanter and Diller were silent for a while, and finally nodded resolutely.

"I have crossed most of the continent of Salvinia..."

"I know, it's here to bleed." Sol interrupted Stant with a smile.

"Okay, let this problem go temporarily. This is a future thing. Before doing this, we actually have a lot to do. The first thing is to solve the current food problem and ghost crisis in the territory."

"Let me talk about food first. Although this is not the most important issue at the moment, it is the most important in the future. It can be said to be the top priority. To a certain extent, this means how long we can live, regardless of whether the continent is sick. It’s still rotten, ghosts raging or monsters raging."

"Even if the environment is bad, we can run around without wearing clothes and bare buttocks, and we can live a primitive life in a cave. Even if we live a bit sloppy, we won't die. But if we don't have enough food and water, we will immediately It will be over."

"Currently, there are two main sources of food in the territory, one is self-sufficiency and the other is going out to buy."

"But now the opening of the Secret Realm is restricted due to unknown reasons. This is not good news for Freedom City. This means that our communication will be restricted and we can no longer use the low cost to travel to the mainland as before. Flee."

"Diller, have the nails thrown out on your side withdrawn?" Sol turned his head and asked.

"No, it's just that now I have to wait for the door of the secret realm. The information acquisition cycle is too long, and I have been considering whether to withdraw the manpower or not." Diller replied.

"In this way, it will be enough to keep only the three points of Odrensa, Allantis and Byronbian in the future. All other small and medium territories will be given up, and the personnel will be gathered together. Then you will be responsible for each time you open the door of the secret realm. The purchase of food everywhere is in our hands."

"It can be foreseen that every month when the door of the secret world is opened, it will be the busiest month in your department. Prepare for trade. My idea is to realize the money in your hands as soon as possible before the currency loses its value. Food is hoarded in rings and territories."

"You said the currency on the mainland will lose value?" Everyone at the table was a little shocked when he heard Sol's words.

Thor pursed his lips and shook his head.

"It's hard to say, but if the ghost problem worsens and the wilderness becomes extremely dangerous, the human settlements on the mainland are likely to be isolated in the future. If there are teleportation points built in the territory, it may be possible to communicate with each other, but if there is no teleportation point , You can only wait for the door of the secret realm."

"And if the problem of ghosts continues to worsen, it is likely to be like when the lord of the dead in history, Thackeren, came to attack."

"At that time, the whole people and all races resisted the enemy together, and there were enemies everywhere. The output of each territory was unsustainable just to maintain its own survival. How could there be surplus food sold to other territories. Wait until you have the money to buy it. When that happens, currency will naturally lose its meaning."

"People are likely to return to the original state of bartering. Food is the last hard currency. This is not only a retrogression of civilization, but also... Oh, it's a long way. In short, you have to understand that it is not enough to eat right now. We have to have it. The plan is to make long-term preparations."

"The mainland environment...is it really that bad?" Lorna murmured subconsciously.

Saul swept across the crowd with a solemn expression.

"This is not sensational. The problem of ghosts is actually much more serious than you think. Next, I will tell you about the classification of ghosts. The dead you know are actually nothing at all, and terrible things are often behind. Will come."

"I don't want the mainland to turn into that situation, but I don't want it to be meaningless. The world has its own trajectory. We are in it. We are in it, we either follow the tide and die, or prepare in advance to fight for survival."

"What I said just now actually extends to a problem. I think we should concentrate our human and material resources to build up our own teleportation points, and establish internal connections with other territories in the name of mutual assistance to form a temporary alliance."

"Speaking a bit further, those people are like the population we temporarily stocked. When the ghosts ravage the mainland and the harsh environment, we don't need to use swords and soldiers. Others will come to take refuge, because at that time there is more food than whoever has it."

"At that time, you want to have a lot of sites, and maybe you don't want it in the end. But the absorption of the population becomes very balanced. Too many can't support, too few people do nothing, which is a test of the lord's balance." Thor turned to look at the old goblin.

"Damn, what do you see me doing?" Braun the old goblin asked subconsciously after being seen a little hairy.

"You are the lord of the City of Freedom. I don't want to see who you look at?" Saul was a little amused.

"I'm not doing it, uh, not being angry! I mean, for that kind of difficult situation, I may... can't handle it, I think the lord may not be suitable for me, so..." the old goblin halted, little The eyes keep turning.

"Want to carry the burden? No problem. If I were to become the lord again, the first decree would be that I will give you some supplies and population, and you will return to your Kennardze Territory for retirement. Of course, my Petty will stay." Saul smiled and pointed his finger on the desktop.

"This is... too poisonous? Doesn't this make me die?" The old goblin suddenly raised his head, his face split in an instant.

"Then what do you want? Don't do things, don't you still want to hide in my arms to suckle and fuck? The problem is that I don't have that stuff either?" Saul opened his hands.

"Puff~" Everyone on the desktop covered their mouths and laughed.

What am I... this kid is too bad! The old goblin was disgusted, his face suffocated like constipation.

"Well, in the future, Diller will withdraw the staff to be responsible for the purchase. Now let's talk about the issue of self-sufficiency."

"Self-sufficiency is actually the real foundation of the territory, and in this respect, the Freedom City actually has some advantages. First of all, we rely on the sea to obtain a certain amount of fish, and then the territory's planting and animal husbandry must also be vigorously grasped."

"And... Stanter, your mushrooms are going to be picked up." Thor thought for a while, reaching out his finger and nodding on the table.

Stanter subconsciously tilted his head to look at the ground, and saw Sol with a black line on his face.

"I'm talking about letting you pick up this thing about growing mushrooms!"

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