"How do I feel like it's a bunch of people asking for food. Richard couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at the half-grown men who were so hungry that they were yellow and thin, and the uneasiness in their eyes was as full as the clear water flowing in a raging river.

If this is a group of strong men who come to fight the autumn wind, the lord will definitely beat them all away with sticks without saying a word.

But being so weak and helpless and disabled made him reluctant to drive people away, and waved his hand very impatiently, "Forget it, go back and let Anne find them some work to do, so that they can have something to eat." ”

"That's good, kindness is the real power. Buckland nodded approvingly, "We don't lack a bite to eat in our mountain fort, and it's definitely not a bad thing to do more good deeds and accumulate virtues." ”

Slightly strange, hearing that there was something to eat, the little dwarfs with their wilted heads not only did not show much joy, but suddenly began to make anxious noise.

"Silence!" the tall Charr warrior glared at him with his axe and spear, and was so frightened that they didn't dare to say a word.

"Lord Richard, in the Orc Kingdom, it is impossible for a powerful warrior to become a vassal. Sinclair took a deep breath and met Richard's gaze and said, "But since they can become vassals of the royal family, of course, these mole people also have their own unique housekeeping skills. ”

"Mole people, no wonder they don't seem to have good eyes. Buckland suddenly said, "Tell me, what are they capable of?"

"Fate is fair, they are almost blind and unable to experience the world, but fate rewards them with exquisite thoughts and skillful hands that ordinary people can hardly match. Sinclair's swarthy little face was full of seriousness, and he spoke without any ambiguity, "So the Mole People are the best architects and craftsmen in the entire Orc Kingdom. ”

"Really?" Richard was a little skeptical.

With their dignity as refugees, it's hard to believe that they still have craftsmanship.

"My lord, may I introduce myself. An old man with a white beard and a white mole man came out angrily on a branch, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't find Richard's position, and after bowing to Abel's long-handled axe and gun, he said, "My name is Amy, and I am the elder of this insignificant little tribe. ”

Abel's eyes widened and he tried to make him understand, but it was obviously a bit difficult to expect a half-blind person to act with a blind eye.

"Hello, Elder Amy. The lord smiled at him, "Alpine Fort is not a word, although it is good. ”

"Please forgive me, my lord, I thought you were a lord. The sound finally made the Mole Man find his way, and he turned around as he apologized to the axe.

"In the last forty years or so, the large forts built by the royal family have been largely made by our mole people, far better than before. Speaking of the achievements of her people, Amy's resignation was swept away, "and the high-end carriages we produce can be exported even to places as far away as San Jose that are unimaginable." ”

As we all know, the carriage industry in the Orc Kingdom has sprung up in recent decades and is becoming more and more popular.

Their products are truly crafted to the point of being works of art, a far cry from the traditional image of the roughness of the orcs.

The shield emblem of the former lion has been very sought after by the nobles in recent years, and the price has risen all the way.

After the lord became rich, he once wanted to get a car to play around, but unfortunately he couldn't pass the level of the housekeeper's mother-in-law, Anne. In the words of the half-elf chick, "That kind of price is pure robbery, and there are really crazy people who buy it, don't learn from other people's madness." ”

"The Lotus Carriage is your masterpiece?"

"Yes. ”

Richard was disappointed and disappeared in an instant.

"Ho ho. He looked at the mole man firmly, and couldn't help but sigh that people should not be seen.

Who would have thought that these little guys, who were so shivering that they seemed to be refugees from the wilderness, would still have such an amazing specialty.

The lord glanced at him, and someone immediately understood. The leaders in charge of the logistics and resettlement went out en masse to pick up the mole people who were still shivering, singing and dancing, and what awaited them would be hot water and food.

For a pioneer leader, the importance of force cannot be overemphasized, but force is never everything. Otherwise, with the abundance of the Ripper's army, it is impossible to explain that if you want to build a castle, you have to pay to hire people in Cologne.

The mountain fort that grew up in the war has an uneven development that matches the war - the military force has long been strong enough to run rampant in the wilderness, and the military industry has even been ahead of the entire continent.

However, animal husbandry, construction, agriculture, and art are not fundamentally different from the three pioneers who are struggling on the line of survival.

If force is the shield to defend civilization, then the mountain fort now has a shield thicker than the city wall, but there are few achievements worthy of guarding.

The lord knew more about this than anyone else, but there was nothing he could do about it—it wasn't something that could be solved alone.

And now that the Mole Man has arrived, it is very promising to make up for the shortcomings a little. Even if the others present didn't understand the value, how could Richard himself ignore it!

Richard beckoned a centaur, and said a few words in his ear, and the latter immediately ran away without looking back.

"What are you telling him?" asked Buckland curiously.

"Let him hurry up and dismiss those surveying and mapping scholars from Cologne, all of them are calculated according to the working day, and the settlement is settled one day earlier and the gold coins are saved one day earlier. The lord said confidently.

"......" Buckland was choked by this kind of thrifty housekeeping, and couldn't say a word.

"Or Richard was so quick to react, I almost forgot. Anne smiled, not thinking anything was wrong.

"By the way, Sinclair, you said this was the first vassals. Richard looked at the little black girl with burning eyes, "I take the liberty of asking, are there any other races in the future?"

"There's also one that is the Batmen. Sinclair raised her head and said in a hoarse voice, "They can see the outside world by receiving echoes, so no amount of deep darkness or subtle disguise can blind them." The Batmen once lived only in caves deep in the mountains, but it was their father who discovered their abilities and became the best scout and guard in the kingdom. ”

When it came to marching and fighting, the people present were basically experts, and there was an uproar.

Seedorf must have jumped for joy when he heard it. Lord Lord shrugged.

Throughout the history of human warfare, night is the peak period of all kinds of stratagems. Because darkness is a natural barrier, it can provide a strong cover for the intentions of both sides.

If you can penetrate the veil of the goddess of the night, it is equivalent to unilaterally opening the perspective hanging on the battlefield. The impact of war cannot be overstated.

The half-orc royal family is really not ordinary, although the vassals are not traditional powerful races, but the extremely affordable specialties are clearly not to be underestimated.