Chapter 240: Formal Takeover

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Qin Fan didn't know the previous city lord, nor did he know General Longyang.

He only knew that he was the current lord of Dragon City, and everyone in this city must obey him.

If he doesn't even have this minimum of prestige, then this city lord really shouldn't be.

In the face of Dragon City's outrageous words. Qin Fan wasn't very angry. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully and said, "General Longyang, right?" I know now. β€œ

After speaking, he turned around and left under the stunned looks of everyone.

In the eyes of Liu Changqing and Ming Qinyun, Qin Fan was born with this kind of character.

But in the eyes of Dragon City, this is a naked humiliation. And he didn't take General Longyang in his eyes at all.

"It's just a little doll. How do you know how General Long Yang threw his head and spilled his blood for the sake of the Southern Continent back then? ! β€œ

Long Cheng's voice just fell. I saw that the older one-year-old veteran of the five soldiers before him whispered: "Deputy commander, don't complain anymore. After all, he just saved our lives. β€œ

As soon as this remark came out. The other four soldiers nodded in agreement.

They are well aware. If Qin Fan hadn't made a timely move before, I'm afraid that he would have already eaten and there would not be even bones left.

Long Cheng snorted coldly. Displeased: "For the sake of imprisoning Dragon City, I can listen to his orders." But if I were to call him the lord of the city, there would be no door! β€œ

In his heart, there will always be only one city lord in Dragon Prison City. That is the Longyang City Lord.

Seeing that the deputy commander in front of him couldn't make sense, Ming Qinyun frowned and said, "You are really strange. Do you even want to disobey the emperor's dictation? β€œ

"Little girl, do you think you can scare me by moving the emperor out? Tell you, impossible! β€œ

Many veterans of Dragon City and the city have been guarding here for decades.

They have experienced brilliance. There have also been lows. and even lost his relatives and friends forever because of a war.

When General Longyang died on the battlefield and the demon clan invaded, did the royal family ever take care of them?

The answer was no, and not even a single soldier was sent to support.

The current Imprisoned Dragon City seems to have long been forgotten by the royal family and even the Southern Continent.

Once full of merchants, the glory of the busy era no longer exists. Leaving an empty city that doesn't look like ruins than ruins??

Mingqin Yunmian was not convinced, and wanted to continue the theory.

was stopped by Liu Changqing beside him. Then he laughed quite politely: "The mood of the deputy commander of the dragon, the juniors can understand." β€œ

This junior. Hearing this, Long Cheng was a little surprised.

On the other hand, Ming Qinyun was very dissatisfied and said, "Hey, you are the deputy city lord of Prison Dragon City. Why grovel like him! β€œ

Liu Changqing ignored it, but watched Long Cheng leave. Only then did he explain: "We should not have any complaints about the veterans who remain in this city. β€œ

"Cut. I don't care anyway, I just know that they don't take my brother seriously at all! β€œ

Seeing that Ming Qinyun was quite resentful. Liu Changqing could only smile wryly and shook his head.

Then he motioned to one of the soldiers and led him to the bookkeeper.

On the other hand, the soldier was stunned for a moment, and then wondered: "Deputy City Lord, where do we still have an account room here?" Even if there is, it will long be beyond its means. β€œ

It was the older veteran who spoke.

This is an empty city. Not to mention shops. Even the last resident chose to return to his hometown to farm because he could not bear the hunger and cold.

"It's okay, you just have to take me there. By the way, help me go through all the books of accounts in recent years. β€œ

If you want to manage a city well, you must first ensure food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

Because the last inhabitants moved out, the soldiers in the city had long since lost their worries. Every day, he goes to the border of the Demon Beast Forest to hunt for a living.

Be lucky. You can catch quite a few wild beasts. If you're unlucky, you're likely to die.

When food, clothing, housing and transportation are no longer a problem. The next step is the cultivation of troops. and large-scale construction of cities.

This is the border of the southern continent, and it is difficult to attract people to come and live.

There are no people. There is no dealer. Without a bookmaker, it will fall into a cycle of making ends meet.

Liu Changqing learned the contents of the account books in recent years. couldn't help but cover his forehead, looking very helpless.

However, Qin Fan didn't bother to think about it at all, and was wandering around the City Lord's Mansion.

Many of the rooms looked very shabby. It should have been a long time without anyone cleaning.

However, there was a room that was clean and made Qin Fan a little surprised.

When he pushed open the door and looked at the rows of cabinets and a dazzling array of books, Qin Fan suddenly realized that it was a study.

Whether it is the floor or the wall in the room, or the desk and chair. All clean and spotlessly clean.

As he sat down in his chair, he flipped through an ancient book that was open on his desk. He frowned slightly.

It's not an ordinary ancient book, it looks more like a diary.

And most of the records in the diary are past deeds. Including various skirmishes with demons.

Among them, it is like a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, the army and the demon clan clashed.

How many people your side lost in battle. And how many demon beasts the enemy lost in battle.

What surprised Qin Fan the most was the classification of high-level demon beasts in the diary.

In addition to the common big demons, there are also a few heavenly demons and extremely rare demon emperors.

You must know that the spiritual world is also divided into levels of demon cultivation. There is no such thing as a Yellow Rank Heavenly Order!

"It seems that the strength of this General Longyang is indeed extraordinary. According to the rank, the Demon Emperor encountered in the last war is probably equivalent to the Terran Martial Emperor, or is it a high-level Demon Emperor??"

Such a powerful Martial Emperor died on the battlefield in the end.

It can be seen that there are at least high-level and even more terrifying martial emperors in the demon forest.

As for the big demons and heavenly demons, there are even more of them.

Thinking of this, Qin Fan suddenly felt a pain in his brain.

To put it bluntly, the emperor is simply playing with him.

If the imprisoned dragon city does not make any progress in his own hands, he can naturally avoid being invaded by the demon clan.

But then, what's the use of wanting this city yourself? It's better to be chic outside alone.

If this Prison Dragon City is really developed, it will undoubtedly be coveted by the Demon Clan Forest.

At that time, what you will have to face may be one small war after another. Even a large-scale war is not out of the question.

In short, no matter which point you choose, the process is not so easy.

"Oh, what you say is good, seal a city to yourself. In fact, he is still avenging his own royals. β€œ

Qin Fan muttered, and then returned the diary in his hand to the table.

Get up and walk towards the outside of the City Lord's Mansion.

When Qin Fan came to the rooftop outside the city lord's mansion, he subconsciously looked at the barren shops and empty streets in the city.

Half a ring, as if thinking of something.

Immediately return to your room and open the storage space through your psychic sense. Then he notified the ancestral spirit of the Jiang family and convened a meeting of all the ghost cultivators.

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