Son of the Olden Days

The next day, a regular territory meeting was held in the territory.

It was not a formal meeting, and there were no honorable elders attending, it was just a matter within the territory. This is the custom established by Sol when he took office as the lord. The management meets once a week to summarize their respective work and the current status of the Free City.

Nowadays the meeting is presided over by the old goblins, and Sol is also happy to attend, chatting casually with Stanter and Diller. When asked about where the murlocs attacked Sol yesterday, Sol just shook his head deeply, claiming that he had evil to fight.

After making an evil agreement with Sinier yesterday, Thor forced the little mushroom in his arms and slept all night, experiencing the real different dreams of the same bed. It's exciting to think about it. The mushroom monster in his arms always wants to kill himself, and it's possible to die in his sleep without paying attention.

A lizard head, a halfling head, a big devil dog head, and the three guys got together, chatting for a while, it is inevitable that they will go in the direction of wretchedness. The old goblin cleared his throat and signaled that the meeting began.

Then everyone began to speak one by one, narrating the focus of their work. Now Sol's status in the territory is a bit extraordinary. Although he is not in charge of any part of the affairs, he has the highest decision-making power in the territory, and everyone has long been accustomed to this.

When the old goblin spoke, the old question about food was still raised. He pointed out that when the people in the territory of Essen came after the autumn harvest, the food they harvested in the autumn might not be enough for those people to eat until next year's autumn harvest, and asked Sol if there is any pressure here.

Although these populations are readily available, they can be invested in all aspects of construction and farming when they come, but this year’s spring plowing has passed, except for a few crops that can be cultivated regardless of the seasons, and staple foods such as wheat. They can only wait until next year’s spring plowing. Up.

This means that if the autumn harvest grains brought over by these people are eaten up, they must rely on the grain stored in Thor's hands.

Everyone knows that Sol holds a batch of grain reserves in his hand. Although the exact amount is not clear, this is the largest stable capital in Liberty City in the current situation. Saul waved his hand about the old goblin's worries and said that he would let it go, and he would make proper arrangements.

As long as these people do not make trouble and accept the identity of the new leader, they will not be stingy if they should feed others.

There will be no surplus of labor.

Nowadays, in the Freedom City, except for the daily guards who maintain the order of the territory, and the fixed manpower on the fishing and maze side, almost all the other adjustable labor force has been invested in the construction of the territory, and even the mine side has reduced the manpower. .

The old goblin is ready to erect enough housing buildings in advance to accommodate the population of Essen.

This can be regarded as a kind of recognition and acceptance of the same race by human beings. In comparison, the orc race and the newly migrated goblin race are not treated as well. Liberty City is only responsible for providing building materials and technology, and they can only build the houses they need.

Today, I raised the food issue at the meeting. Asking Sol’s opinions and arrangements is one aspect. The other aspect is that the old goblin also wants to show the strength of the territory to the middle and high-level leaders of the Free City, showing that the strength is both external and internal. Conducive to stabilizing people's hearts.

After all, in the current situation, the territory that dared to swallow the population wildly, there should be no more on the mainland, and the old goblin will inevitably show up.

In fact, let alone devouring the population, it is estimated that there is no territory as stable as the Freedom City. It is self-sufficient while still collecting taxes as usual to maintain currency circulation. The old goblin suspected that many territories, and perhaps even the tax system no longer exists.

The topic stayed here for a short time, and after getting an affirmative answer, he continued to go in other directions.

"How is your lizardman side?" Sol leaned back in his chair, and suddenly remembered an earlier topic.

After the secret door was opened last time, Thor told Stanter and Diller to go back to their hometowns. If their tribes have a difficult life, it is better to persuade them to move to the city of Freedom. Liberty City dare not say to raise them, but a certain amount of support is still possible.

"No, our family is deep in the desert. I went back and said that the patriarch thought that there were not many ghosts in the desert and there was no need to migrate. Actually, you know, they are not like me to travel for many years, and they still have prejudices against humans." Shi Tante shrugged.

"It's the same on my side. The stinginess and suspiciousness of the halfling are not just rumors." Diller also took the topic and said.

"Wish them luck," Saul pursed his lips. Since other tribes don't want to come, there is nothing to demand.

The three wanted to say something more, but it was a pity that Sol did not reach the end of this regular meeting.

The staff of the city hall came in to apologize and interrupted the meeting, claiming that Bruno had sent a request for help and he was still an evil spirit.

After hearing the news, Saul's face did not fluctuate. In fact, he thought it was even good news. Because the coyote method of testing the rules of the evil spirits has long been mastered by the two alliance territories, since the request for help has been reported, it means that it is just an ordinary evil spirit.

Saul couldn't imagine what decision he should make if one day news of the evil spirits of the rules is reported.

This question has been chewed repeatedly by Sol in his imagination, and the answer has always been unsolvable, at least for now.

There is nothing to say, Thor got up, ready to rush to the wilderness with all his strength.

Facing Thor's back, Stant and Diller stretched their necks and looked a little envious. The evil spirits were the mountain they couldn't climb.

As if feeling the sight of the two companions, Thor suddenly turned to speak.

"Tsk! See it? Real men are always responsible. They go to dangerous situations alone and become a strong wall for the world. Forget it, it's useless to tell the two dwarfs about it. Don't ask if you shouldn't ask. To ask is to hug your head. Of course, you are the one who flies."

Gods are we fleeing?

Stanter and Diller's faces split at the same time, and they slapped the table to make Thor draw their swords, but it was a pity that Thor had turned around and left.

Another exhausting rescue was over, he drove his hard-working mushrooms to rest, and then forcibly gave the kiss of the abyss to Lubiana who shouted that he didn't need it. Little Shiitake is dishonest, and she has to be reserved when she doesn't give it, and she has to engage in an illegal side party.

Next, Sol came to the Bright Church alone.

Before the rescue, Sol's main combat power was nothing more than a few higher-ranked magic mushrooms around him. But when she sent someone to call Elisa, Elisa shied away. At the time, the situation was urgent and Thor didn't care about it, so he could only come to see the specific situation after the war.

"Woo~ I’m sorry, I should have helped you, but something happened just now, woo~" As soon as she saw Thor, Elisa immediately rushed over like a wounded little beast, watching Thor. A little distressed, the small mushrooms even cried and swollen eyes.

This is obviously not Elisa's style, she is not that fragile. I saw Elesa crying in the rules of the island before, but at that time the mushroom monster was trying to trick Sol to be sympathetic. Seeing Elesa crying like this now, it should be because of something that broke her heart.

"You are not allowed to say such stupid things, and I don't blame you. I'm just about to say sorry. Things have been a bit cumbersome recently, and I haven't come to see you often." Saul wrapped Alessa in his arms and nudged her. On his forehead, he chose to voluntarily surrender to avoid being condemned.

Ai Leisha raised her face, kissed Sol on tiptoe, then sobbed and dragged Sol's hand to the backyard of the church.

After the door of a certain room was pushed open, Sol realized that he had guessed wrong, or that he knew why Aretha was sad.

Biernat, who had been away for more than half a year, was lying on his back on the bed in the room with his eyes closed slightly.

Suddenly, Thor had some bad associations in an instant, thinking that the archbishop might be gone, or will soon be gone.

"The archbishop wants to see you one last time." Aresa plunged into Sol's arms and whimpered silently, dampening Sol's coat.

Hearing the word ‘last’, Saul felt so solemn in his heart. He remembered that Elisa said that when she was an orphan, the archbishop took her into the church and took care of her for a half of her life, saying that her grandfather, Bernat, could also fully deserve it.

Rubbing the head of the shiitake mushroom, Sol turned and walked into the room.

Perhaps feeling the arrival of Sol, Biernat opened his eyes and looked at Sol, smiled and nodded.

"Can I entrust Elisa to you?" the archbishop asked in the first sentence.

Saul secretly saw that he was a little frightened. When he first saw the archbishop, he seemed to be only about fifty years old. But now the opponent's face is full of ravines, old age spots, pale, wilted hair, and dysfunctional skin... his face is as old and dull as if he is nearly a hundred years old.

As soon as Saul wanted to speak, the archbishop shook his head.

"It's useless, I'm under the Withering Curse, it's irreversible, so time is running out."

Withering curse? irreversible? Saul's eyes condensed, his lips squirming, but he didn't ask anything. For example, where did the archbishop go in the past six months, what happened to him, and why he came to this point. But since the result is here...maybe, it doesn't matter anymore.

It is not difficult to feel that time is stealing the archbishop's faint vitality.

time is limited? Saul gritted his teeth secretly and bitterly, these **** words again.

"Can you?" Biernat asked again.

"Yes, you...you can." Saul was hesitant at first, because he clearly promised to take care of Alesa, not just taking care of Alesa alone. The Archbishop’s words have another meaning, and Thor will also take over the Illuminati Church.

Saul originally wanted to refuse, or to put things out and express his attitude separately, but seeing the old man who was about to let go of the world, Saul just nodded after all. After getting Thor's answer, the archbishop turned his head and closed his eyes and fell into a rest.

Seeing what Fernut looks like at the moment, the optimism may last a few days, and if it deteriorates, the end should be coming soon.

Leaving the room in a congested mood, Saul saw Alessa sitting in the backyard with a dazed and sad expression.

Saul stepped forward and hugged her gently.

"Promise me one thing."

"You said." Elisa raised her head in her arms.

"After sending off the archbishop, you are not allowed to live outside. It's time to go home and move into the lord's mansion." Saul looked at her.

"Okay." Ai Leisha burst into tears in an instant, and kissed Saul tightly on the neck.

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