"Your Excellency, it has been confirmed that Lord Bran is still in Tallinn. The deputy minister of the Ministry of Intelligence bowed down, and in three days, he paid the lives of no less than twenty excellent spies to get this news, hoping to satisfy the Duke: "It was only attacked, but there is no danger to life." ”

"According to intelligence, someone has been hunting down Lord Bran, and it appears that the Norringtons were involved in the attack. ”

The Duke of Winton looked out the window quietly, no joy on his face.

"The Norrington family really surprised me," said the Duke of Winton after a long time, "since Bran is still alive......"

"Go and bring him back. ”

The Duke said lightly, but the deputy minister felt a mountain of pressure, he knew very well how dangerous it was to go deep into Tallinn at this time, but he did not complain or express any difficulty.

As a subordinate who had been following the Duke of Winton for a long time, he knew very well that after the Duke gave the order, all he had to do was to carry it out.

Unconditional execution.

The dark and heavy gates of the Imperial City were pushed open, and hundreds of armored cavalry rushed away, and the soldiers defending the city looked sideways with a look of awe in their eyes.

Those soldiers who had just left were the most elite black cavalry battalions in the Imperial City.

He is also a member of the strongest spy organization in the Imperial City.

An invisible net gradually fell, enveloping the iron stream.

......

After finishing his trip to Eagle City, Rand returned to the empty collar, and when he sat down on the familiar sofa, he stretched comfortably and swept away the fatigue of the journey.

The environment in Eagle City is really a bit bad, and old Bill is a miser, even the room used to entertain guests is an old house in disrepair, Rand still remembers the night he lived in Eagle City, he slept soundly in the middle of the night, and the wall skin on the ceiling fell down with a clatter, and all smashed on Rand's pillow.

Even the bed beneath him looked like it was about to fall apart, and there was a creaking sound at the slightest shake of the interface, and Rand even suspected that it would collapse in the next second.

The worst thing was the cool breeze blowing in from the dilapidated windows, even if it was covered with two layers of quilts, it still made Rand's hands and feet cold.

Rand thought that Old Bill was deliberately trying to torture himself to vent his anger at bargaining, but when he found Old Bill and was about to theorize, he saw the other party's residence.

Not much better than yourself.

The same leaky windows and door panels, the damp erosion of the walls, the original frescoes were blurred, and Rand saw with his own eyes the wooden planks bound on the legs of his bed, and the worn-out table covered with ablation marks.

Rand was completely speechless.

Eagle City is not poor, in fact, it is not known how many times richer than the empty ferry leader, but the old Bill still lives such a hard life, which is really incomprehensible to Lante.

"He's a very good miser, and when you see him in person, you'll understand what I'm saying. Rand remembered Touron's words and thought for himself.

Just collect wealth, and would rather let the silver coins be hidden in the warehouse and rust, rather than take them out to improve their lives and build the army, and even for themselves they are reluctant to spend even a single silver coin.

So what's the use of having more wealth?

Just to count how much your savings have increased every night?

Rand remembered his previous life, which was described aptly in a movie.

"Dragon syndrome. ”

Many aristocrats suffered from this symptom, but Old Bill was the most serious of them.

"If you hide a silver coin in a storehouse, what's the difference between it and stone?"

Rand shook his head, Eagle City was ruled by this kind of lord, and it was not destined to last long.

Soon Eagle City will have a series of problems due to old ordnance and poor fortifications, and the city will soon begin to decline.

But the location of Eagle City is quite good, with many mining areas and convenient transportation.

If the development of the air crossing territory is limited by the terrain in the future, it is a good choice to take Eagle City for yourself.

Rand thought so, and had already drawn a simple plan in his hand......

McHill has been staying in the Empty Collar for a few days, and the freshness and impact that the Empty Collar has brought to her has not diminished.

The people of this land are full of vitality, and unlike the people of other realms, McHill has never seen an incident of a nobleman bullying a farmer in these days, and even small frictions in fights are extremely rare.

Everyone has their own job to do, from morning to noon, then enjoy a fragrant lunch, after which you can rest for an hour and continue to work until dusk.

McHill once secretly counted that the craftsmen of the Empty Ferry Collar worked only eight hours a day.

It's a fantasy.

It was not uncommon for aristocrats to work more than ten hours a day to earn enough silver coins to squeeze labor.

Like Rand, production efficiency must be at the bottom of the dead.

But McHill found himself wrong once again.

By observing the grey buildings (called manufactories) built not far from the castle, McHill could see large quantities of finished products being shipped out by horse-drawn carts every day.

On the periphery of the building, there is a cylindrical building several meters high, from which billowing black smoke rises every time the factory opens.

In addition, the construction of the air crossing collar is not made of traditional bluestone, but red bricks fired from some kind of clay, which is both light and economical.

The shallow shoals outside the town had been built under Rand's command, and foreign merchant ships were gradually doing business with the Empty Ferry Lords, buying ore and iron tools to sell, and McHill had seen the soldiers of the Empty Ferry Collar hand each other a strangely shaped iron pipe, the kind of product produced from the factory.

And the other party directly dropped a large bag of silver coins.

McHill didn't dare to approach, but based on the size of the money bag, there were more than five hundred silver coins inside.

What is this thing that sells for so much?

McHill was shocked.

She decided to infiltrate the factory and see for herself what the expensive thing was for.

Standing on the roof of a street away from the factory, she watched from afar at the heavily guarded factory, which was patrolled by soldiers armed with spears and swords, which were impossible for outsiders to enter, and even the craftsmen had to go through strict checks when they entered and exited.

"It looks like we'll have to wait until the evening. ”

McHill muttered to himself.

But less than ten meters behind her, an owl stood on a tree branch, staring closely at her back, its eyes revealing extremely human suspicion and incomprehension.

"What the hell is she trying to do?" the owl muttered to himself, "Coo!"