Boundless darkness rose from the end of the sea, enveloping the whole world in the blink of an eye. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bright moon is hidden tonight, and the stars that are usually just supporting roles have become dazzling again one by one, and tonight, it is a carnival that belongs to them again.

I don't know how many bones and souls are buried in the endless sea, but tonight it was as if it had received some summons, and the rolling waves rose up, and then slapped mercilessly like the palm of a giant's hand, bringing out countless splashes of water.

The stars bloomed like a brilliant sun, blooming with a violent and blazing light, and then the haze of the night was completely torn apart.

The inhabitants of Paris are accustomed to such scenes, for them, the falling of stars on the 15th of each month is basically equivalent to a shooting star that pierces the sky in a previous life, but the latter has too much uncertainty compared to the former.

The entire starry sky seemed to turn into a mysterious chessboard at this time, and under the control of an unknown force, the chess pieces on the chessboard also fell down extremely violently.

The wind is roaring, the sea is whimpering, tonight is destined to be the day of the demons!

And when the sword of dawn tore through the dark dawn, the mania that was originally suppressed in the entire endless sea slowly faded.

As usual, Chopin personally boarded the ship to find the Drifting Island, but this time, except for a ruined island hidden by yellow sand, nothing was found, and everyone finally went back a little dejected.

In fact, most of the islands that landed on the Endless Sea were abandoned islands, which Chopin was able to discover for months in a row, and one of them was a monster island, and his luck was much better than that of an average lord, but for now, it seemed that his good luck had ended here.

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Time is like a fleeting meteor, embracing the brilliant and brilliant light across the stars, and when people hurriedly look up to look for it, it has long disappeared into the vast universe.

Half a moon is like a trickle, just a blink of an eye, it sneaks through the fingers, and in the blink of an eye, it is a new January.

In the past few days, with the city of Paris as the center, the entire Drifting Island has begun to build vigorously, and the originally empty suburbs have been covered by the houses that have risen from the ground.

The houses are not beautifully built, but they are in good order.

At the same time, the fertile land reclaimed in the grassland area has also begun to be cultivated for the first time.

Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction, and at the beginning of the second month of the summer solstice, Chopin made a similar promise to the second and third groups of more than 2,000 inhabitants who had migrated from Viscount Ariel's Crusade to their new living quarters, and then to the joyful laughter of the residents, the construction and development work began to be in full swing.

For Viscount Riel's sinking drifting island, Chopin will not be stingy with all the materials on it, and there is no need to worry about any consequences, and with such a huge mobile treasure trove as a logistical resource, there is no need to worry about the lack of materials for the various constructions carried out on the island.

Vast quantities of trees are cut down, stone is mined, and almost every day, resources are transported to the outskirts of Paris through the merchant ships of the Rosen Chamber of Commerce.

However, what Chopin did not expect was that the intensification of the contradictions between the different classes of the inhabitants of this other world almost destroyed the grain depot he had stored next to the area of the newly built house.

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Modri wiped the red blood from the corner of his mouth, and the whole person was like a wounded beast, curled up in the corner of the house, hideous, angry, aggrieved, and unwilling...... All kinds of tyrannical negativity continued to float and jump on his face, and then accompanied by a suppressed hiss like a beast, and the fist that had been soaked in blood also slammed into the wall on the side.

It's just that this kind of behavior has no other use than to stimulate the pain nerves in his mind.

"These damn untouchables, how dare they, how dare they!"

As a noble and elegant nobleman, Modri originally thought that even if Viscount Riel was defeated, it would not have much impact on him, and at most he would be replaced by a new lord.

However, what Modri didn't expect was that there seemed to be no difference between nobles and commoners in the eyes of this new lord, and all the residents of Viscount Riel's Drifting Island were cut by him and thrown directly into this new environment, and if you want to live, you must rely on labor.

At first, Modri was a little dismissive of this, although he was not a big nobleman, but he still had a certain amount of assets, and he had enough gold coins to squander for a while.

It's just that what Modri never expected was that because the lord who seemed to be called "Chopin" issued a "Temporary Material Coordination Treaty", the gold coins in his hand could not be used here at all.

After struggling for a while, Modri, after a fierce ideological struggle, chose to help build the house like the civilians.

The first few days were almost hellish torture for a pampered aristocrat like him, and every muscle in his body was extremely sore, but fortunately, he slowly adapted to this life after surviving the first period of time.

It's just that what Modri didn't expect was that those lowly civilians would dare to laugh at themselves, how dare they!

Such ridicule was an indelible humiliation for Modri, and he was so angry that he didn't think too much about it at all, and pounced on those people like a mad beast.

It's just that as the anger of the prairie fire rises, Modri has forgotten that his current environment is no longer the territory of Viscount Riel, and the lord of this drifting island does not have any concepts of nobles and commoners, and he has no power in the past.

Naturally, there was no suspense, no matter how crazy Modri was, he was not the civilian opponent in front of him, he rushed forward desperately, his face was hideous and terrifying, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell.

Before he could make any further moves, a thick fist smashed into his face, and Modri was followed by a sea of fierce attacks.

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