When all you can see is a vast expanse of farmland, the group has entered the great plain of Bordeaux, known as the granary of Pompeii.

This plain is only a little more than one-tenth the size of the Pompeii Empire, but it can account for more than a quarter of the grain production. Every year after the autumn harvest, the grain trucks from here will drive along the smooth roads to every corner of the country, and even go abroad.

So of course, this is also the richest place in the whole of Pompeii, even if the ordinary farmer lives quite well. In addition, as a fiefdom directly under the royal family, the Bordeaux plain is rarely plagued by thieves and bandits, which is really a rare idyllic scenery.

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In fact, this year should be considered a difficult year.

Because the climate is extremely cold, the crops in the field are a little wilted, and it is expected that the harvest will not be very good. However, the farmers did not let up their efforts and worked as hard as they had in previous years. He worked tirelessly to weed, repel insects, and apply fertilizer, and stepped on a waterwheel to get water from a ditch that had just broken the ice to water the ground.

They firmly believe that the sweat they put in will always pay off, and even if they owe a little this year, they will always make up for it in the coming year. And once captured by the devil called laziness, the soul will fall into hell and suffer forever.

This idea has been the spiritual backbone of generations of Bordeaux farmers, and it can even be regarded as a simple philosophy of life.

From the Titan Age to the present day, time has not changed much in a simple way of life. Stability often means monotony, and the villagers here are looking forward day and night for a bard or a merchant to pass by and add a touch of color to the tedium of life.

On this day, the Grand Plains of Bordeaux welcomed a very strange procession, attracting children from the surrounding farms to follow them all the way, looking at them with curious and innocent eyes.

They were not traders or bards, but pedestrians passing by. There were only about thirty men in all, driven by several four-wheeled carriages, including coachmen, servants, and samurai.

Most of these warriors were barbarians or half-orcs, and one of them was very exaggerated, and the strongest Bordeaux lads looked like half-grown children in front of them.

Although they looked lazy and not very nervous, when they camped next to the farm last night to draw water, the militia captain who had joined the army said that these people were actually very strict from beginning to end, and that they must have been accustomed to seeing big scenes, and only the big nobles and guards from other places had this kind of bearing.

The captain also said that even if the hundreds of militiamen from more than a dozen farms around were gathered together and all the three indiscriminate methods were used to beat the gangsters, it would be impossible to win over the 30 people.

Ordinary villagers don't know so much, and they are not ready to fight bravely. However, thanks to His Majesty's naturalization policy in recent decades, orcs are not uncommon in Pompeii today, even if they are exceptionally elite.

The really strange thing is that above the convoy, there is also a man who often flies in the sky, wearing a strange wide and generous suit, stepping on a heavy broadsword.

Everyone pondered, since he could fly, it should be a magician who didn't run, and that kind of wide strange clothes must be mage robes. As for why he stepped on a sword, perhaps to express his contempt for the warrior - to trample the warrior's weapon under his feet, at first glance, was to express contempt.

Merchants who have been to the big cities say that magicians despise warriors. I don't know why, but there is an example in front of me that can be used as a talking point.

The problem is that he just flies quietly, but he still laughs and screams while flying:

"I'm too high!"

"Traveling in the North Sea at dusk!"

"I am the king of the world!"

The sound was loud enough to be heard from two thousand yards away, and it was full of strange things that no one understood. At first, the villagers thought it was a magic spell, and many people were so frightened that they had to move overnight, and the piglets in the livestock pens were gone.

As a result, I waited for a long time, but I didn't see half of the fart falling, so I was a little relieved and hurried to mow the grass and feed the pigs.

"Bards say that magicians are either geniuses or fools, and it seems likely that this is the latter. So the peasants whispered.

The so-called stupid mage, of course, can only be the pioneer baron, the lord of Alpine Castle, the dragon slayer, and the bloody ripper Richard. It is said that he has many admirers among the young warriors today, and I don't know how he would feel if he saw this scene.

According to common sense, it is necessary to cultivate to the Moonlight level and have four Radiance Eggs in order to obtain the ability to offset your own weight and fly freely.

But Xinghua Sanctuary Richard still flew into the sky with his ability-

The magnetic power brought by the Heart of Iron is only equivalent to the power of one hand. It can indeed only be used to deflect the opponent's weapon in hand-to-hand combat. But to the lord of Alpine Fort, it is no exaggeration to say that the whole world is open to him.

According to Buckland, if Richard doesn't play some tricks, he's sorry for his crooked mind.

The lord's strength is so strong that even if he only has one arm, he can hold the horse, and of course it is so easy to hold himself up.

So theoretically, as long as a piece of iron is applied to make it float, Richard can stand on it and take off - this is definitely not a problem for him, and even if it is not magnetic, it can only be applied to one object, and it is more than enough to bring three or five people with him.

However, after all, theory is only theory, and many problems outside of theory are often encountered in practice.

Stepping on a sword, balancing in motion is not as simple as it seems. It's okay to rush in cruise mode, but it's easy to be thrown off if you change direction a little violently, especially since Richard has to pretend to be chic with his hands crossed.

Hurt is more pragmatic, in fact, he has already mentioned to him that it will be much safer to get an iron pot to sit in. If it is too crowded, it can also be replaced with an iron bath. But the lord resolutely refused, and no one could understand why he was so obsessed with the of standing on the sword and flying.

"It's called Edgeworth, and I can't help it if you don't understand it. Richard opened his mouth, and sure enough, it was a strange thing that confused everyone.

"My monk, how can you fly in the bath?" the lord spread his hands, his face full of confusion and inability to explain to you.

Richard also wore a very special gray robe, called a robe in his own words.

When I threw the drawings to the elf tailors, even the most discerning pointed ears were full of praise for it. They all said that this kind of mage robe has a distinct style and unique beauty, and there is a kind of elegance that seems to be going away with the wind, which is to inject a fresh spring into the trend of degeneration.

As a result, when it was shipped, the stupid tailor took it upon himself to take the gold thread and rust a whole pattern of the lord fighting the undead dragon, and there were more than a dozen angels around it.

The lord said, "If you don't have to hurry, this seat will kill you on the spot." ”

Pompeii has a traditional activity called "Cuspree", which refers to having fun by playing a non-existent character, and someone is obviously a little deep into the play.