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Miss Ladia came to the Ampton Mine, to be precise, standing in the middle of the wide flat where the ore used to be stacked. But now there are no brown ores in sight, only rows of houses.

Squinting her eyes, this is a habitual little action of Radia to hide her emotions, to be honest, Radia is shocked, if it weren't for the noisy guys around her, including those vicious bandits and a few children jumping around and screaming, Radia would have even suspected that she had come to a small town in the south of the kingdom.

Wrong.

It seems to look more beautiful than the small towns in the south, or rather, more character.

A neat row of small houses were laid diagonally along the course of the terrain, each with a few dwarf pine trees planted in front of them, and the turquoise vines grew and spread tenaciously on the foundation of the little houses or on the hill walls they leaned on, and climbed all over the walls, like the towns of the forest elves that Miss Ladia had visited—but unlike the hollows and wooden houses where the elves lived, the little houses seemed to be made of some hard earth, Miss Radia had just reached out her delicate little hand to make contact with the rough walls of the house, and the material did not seem to be ordinary earth, nor like the stone used by the nobles to build castles.

What could it be?

Miss Ladya looked curiously and thought, and walked along the small houses one after another, the uneven coldness of the soles of her feet that made her bow her head, and it occurred to her that the buckskin boots on her feet might have worn too much. After a slight pause, Miss Radia simply took off her deerskin boots and let the smooth soles of her feet step on the ground, only to discover the origin of the touch of the soles of her feet, the small round stones embedded in the "stone slabs". These small, colorful stones resemble seashells buried in the sand by the beach, forming a curved ribbon. These ribbons stretched out in front of the door of each small house, between each row of small houses, like branching branches.

Is this the street?

As if she had discovered something interesting, Miss Radia took a roll of parchment from her bosom and put it on her lap, then took out a quill and began to write something on the ground while crouching.

"Miss Ladia, how do you feel about here?"

While Miss Radia was immersed in writing, the light suddenly dimmed, and a tall figure appeared in front of her, it was Glo, who had returned to the Ampton mines, and had made a simple tidying up, his dirty leather armor had been replaced by a clean short cloth robe, and his bearded chin was neatly cleaned, and he was greeting the girl in front of him with a smile.

Ladia looked up to see the figure, but she suddenly had a little more suspicion - was this still the bandit leader? The man in front of him was not handsome, but his smile was gentle, like that of the young noble knights he had come into contact with when he had traveled, and it was difficult to associate him with the fierce bandit leader.

"Not bad."

Subconsciously responding, Miss Ladya quickly straightened up, put away the parchment paper and quill in her hand quickly, seemed to think of something, her little face was a little red, and she said in a low voice:

"Thank you, Mr. Bandit."

"Please call Glo, thank you."

Reiterating his name again, Glo smiled and held out his hand in an inviting gesture, "Welcome to Amptonland, Lady?" Miss Klein. I just saw you recording something, is it about here? ”

"yes, yes."

Miss Radia nodded, "It seems to be completely different from the rest of Nogo, it's clean and beautiful...... Well, like the street, like the house, like that pipe...... By the way, what is that pipe for? ”

Miss Ladia was talking about the water pipe in the mountain wall -- in the middle of the mountainous mountains east of Nogo, the Ampton Mine was on a higher level, and the mine's characteristic fragmented rock formations and sandy soils made it difficult to retain water, so there was no creek spring or anything like that. It stands to reason that the lack of water makes it difficult to create a habitable place for human beings. But after finally finding a suitable nest, Glo had no idea of giving up, and after walking around the mine with his fellow bandits, Glo finally found stagnant water in the depths of those closed mines. After that, under the authority of Glo, although he didn't understand the meaning of some actions, his companions still did as he was told, so there was this channel.

Just like the water pipes in the previous life. However, since there are no cast iron and high-strength plastic pipes, Glo uses some other materials and does not bury them for ease of maintenance.

This is also one of the few proud works that Glo has done since he came to this world.

Miss Ladia asked about this thing, and it happened to scratch Glo's itch, and out of the sake of maintaining her demeanor, Glo held back the urge to talk at length, and her expression was very understated:

"A very ordinary water supply pipe, nothing special...... This kind of stuff is common in Genting City. ”

"Huh! Have you ever been to Genting City? ”

The words "Genting City" seemed to have a special magic, which immediately attracted Radia's attention, and a flash of light flashed in the young lady's pupils.

Faced with Miss Ladia's sudden question, Glo suddenly regretted that he had slipped out - he thought of his current identity, how could a farmer, an ordinary bandit in the troubled times of the Northlands, be related to Genting City, the mage holy land of the Arlandia continent. In fact, "Glo" has never left Nogo since his mother's birth, and has not even been to Karthhas once.

But in his previous life, he really traveled all over the continent in that game, and he had been to Genting City more than once, and for a certain period of time, in order to accumulate Rael, he also worked as a stall vendor in Genting City for a period of time, selling alchemy materials to the local tyrants, and he knew most of the things in Genting City very well.

But these have nothing to do with the current owner of this body, a bandit leader in Northland Nogo.

Do you explain that you are a traveler?

Glo laughed and snorted, "I've seen descriptions of this in books...... Ha ha...... It's a pity that I don't know where the book went. ”

Seen it in books?

Is that really the case?

Miss Radia looked at Glo again, suspicious.

The bandit leader in front of him seems to be hiding some mystery.

……

Northland, Nogo, Karthas, Lord's Palace.

"Although the kingdom is in a difficult situation, please cheer up!"

Adam, Lord of Nogo? Arrhenius sat in a tall wooden chair with a serious expression and an occasional glint in his eyes. Although he is about to enter his twilight years, his ruddy face and straight back make it difficult for people to associate him with the word aging.

Knuckles tapped lightly on the armrests of the chairs, and around a long wooden table sat in two rows filled twenty or so nobles in the city, but these nobles shrugged their heads and remained silent, except for Adam? Arrhenius' voice made the room seem very quiet.

This was a routine meeting of the Calthacean aristocracy. Since the end of the Sixth Eta War, the entire Norgo realm has been thrown into chaos, and the routine of remembering once a month has been changed to once a half month.

From the beginning of the meeting, the nobles present have been silent, in the face of the deteriorating situation of the territory, the souls of these nobles seem to have been stripped of their former glory, one by one their eyes are dull, although they still maintain their upright seats out of aristocratic etiquette, but their hearts have long been willing to collapse on the chair with a soft fox skin back, and sleep well.

In the past meetings, it was not without nobles who had some suggestions or plans of action.

But it hardly played a role, except for tossing the few remaining noble forces in the Nogo domain, attracting the punishment of the city lord.

As a result, the nobles gradually learned to protect themselves wisely, for fear of opening their mouths and causing trouble.

The atmosphere in the room was like the current Elantra Kingdom, and it was gloomy.

Lord Adam? Arrhenius was angry about this.