It's late at night, and Coldwind City is still busy.

Among Zhou Qingfeng's many abilities, 'link network' is one of the skills that are rarely used. It comes from the pituitary gland of the Acid Ant Queen, enchanted by Sha'er, the goddess of the night.

This skill allows him to link up with his own subordinates, servants, or low-level intelligent beings within a hundred meters. But usually he and his maid have a master-servant contract. Contact with other subordinates, a hundred meters is too close.

After reaching level five, the quality of the soul increased by one level, and the effective range of the 'link network' skyrocketed to five hundred meters. This distance makes some sense.

Zhou Qingfeng stayed in the Arcane Research Society, and he was able to contact many subordinates who were busy in the city. If his position is adjusted a little, it will be like a communication base station, which can command and communicate within 500 meters.

The distance of 500 meters is already very large, almost 0.75 square kilometers.

Most of the long-legged family's property to be sold in the city is also within this distance. Rubio and others are scattered all over the place, and a lot of information that needs to be communicated can be transmitted quickly.

Counting, acceptance, capacity allocation, storage and storage, the situation of more than a dozen different locations is reasonably arranged. Zhou Qingfeng can also command Adrian and let the personnel and carriages of the transport team go where they need to go.

In the era when communication is basically based on roaring, this has greatly improved management efficiency. The disadvantage is that Zhou Qingfeng's brain is very chaotic from time to time, and many people send concurrent communication requests in the same channel, so it is better for him to take the initiative to time-share polling.

Honestly, this ability was super useful but super tiring, and he really wanted to throw it to Sophia.

Due to civil unrest, the Coldwind City Inspection Office is unable to perform its functions, and the city gates are not closed at night. The supplies sold by the Longleg family were counted and immediately transported out of the city, and the convoy of hundreds of wagons continued to work.

It was also late at night, but the city lord's mansion of the Long-legged family was in a panic. Slaves are removing valuable possessions from the cellars that have been sealed for decades and loading them onto wagons ready to be transported away.

Some of the wooden boxes were decayed for a long time, disintegrated and smashed in the process of moving, and the gold and silver were scattered all over the place. Fils. Long legs stood outside the cellar, and a silver candlestick rolled at his feet.

The maid carrying the wooden box hurriedly cleaned up, and when she got a few steps closer, she saw Fils stop again, and timidly pointed to the candlestick on the ground, "Your Excellency the city lord, I want to take this candlestick." ”

Fils's eyes didn't move, and he only ordered his followers to the left and right, "Throw this idiot out and sell it, our family doesn't need this useless waste." ”

The attendant who followed him pounced on her like a wolf, grabbed the maid's hands and feet, and dragged her away. The poor woman was so frightened that she wept bitterly. The other servants did not dare to speak, so they buried their heads and worked hard.

The silver candlestick on the ground flew up and landed in Phils' hands. His cold eyes rolled a few times, and he made a rough eye out the craftsmanship and style of the candlestick.

It's an antiquity, and it bears the imprint of the Nethrel Empire thousands of years ago. I don't know if it was the long-legged family patriarch of that generation who collected it and kept it in the cellar for decades. Now that it's been turned out, the Longlegs family is facing a catastrophe.

Fils threw away the valuable candlestick and turned to leave the cellar. Precious silverware clanged behind him, rolling everywhere. The servants held their breath until the 'ice cube' left.

Outside the cellar, go up the spiral staircase.

The servants are also selling the furniture displayed in the house, riveting it with all their might. Fils saw his grandfather's beloved chaise longue being carried and a foot missing, and a pile of inexplicable debris pressed on top of it, waiting to be sold at an appraisal.

The nameless fire burned in Firth's heart, and he snorted coldly as he walked through the hallway. Several of the servants who approached felt a sharp pain in their heads, and they fell to the ground with a buzz, their bodies covered in thin ice.

At the end of the corridor is the bedroom of the 'old longlegs', waiting to die in Colenfield. Long legs lay on the luxurious bed, dying. The old man has come to the end of his life, and his soul is about to go to the Frost Goddess's kingdom of 'Fury Heart'.

Guarding several important members of the family next to the big bed, the old banker of the prophecy department used the 'secret magic eye'. Floating contact eyes roam the Coldwind City, perspective images projected over the bedroom.

The bedroom was dull and cold.

On the projection transmitted back by the 'Secret Eye', the city of cold wind at night was very lively.

Just outside the City Lord's Mansion, a convoy of carriages had just arrived. In front of the car was a torch lit with an 'unquenchable flame', and the driver drove through the closely monitored sides of the confrontation, carrying hundreds of coolies to carry the furniture and sundries sold by the Longleg family.

Fils's grandfather's chaise longue is being moved.

"What's there to see about this?" Fils said indignantly.

Old Banker had more than one secret eye, and there were several more projections lit up in the cold bedroom. He pointed to several of the points, "These convoys are Victor. Hugo's. They are like a nest of ants, and they work very well together. ”

The 'Secret Eye' is an important means for the Long-legged family to monitor the 'rebellion' in the city. On more than one occasion, Fils tried to find the opponent's weak spot and counterattack. However, the descendants in his hands are getting less and less, and in the end, he can only be trapped.

The incessant use of the 'Secret Eye' has become an important means to prevent the 'Rebellious' surprise attack.

"Look." Banker pointed to another 'arcane eye' projection, "That's when we just sold a pottery shop and the inventory was moved out. Victor. Hugo's motorcade arrived quickly. ”

"So what?" Fils disagreed.

"Look again." Banker pointed to two projections, "The convoy outside the pottery shop is blocking Kingfisher Street. Another convoy outside the city is coming, also passing through Kingfisher Street. Attention, you notice. ”

There are no traffic posts on the streets of Coldwind City, let alone traffic police commands. Even the street itself is not wide enough and there are no two-way lanes. Different convoys are stuck in the streets, and chaos caused by poor traffic occurs every day.

A horse-drawn carriage is no better than a car, and it is easy to move forward and difficult to backward. Once the straight street is blocked, it is a big problem to unblock it.

Fils had already foreseen the two convoys stuck in Kingfisher Street, unable to move. But the convoy that had just entered the city turned nimbly when passing through one intersection, interspersing with another road.

"Look, look." Banker was shouting a reminder.

Fils was already surprised, "Someone is directing? ”

"yes." "This has happened several times," Banks muttered, "This has happened several times. There are people at every traffic intersection in the city, but how do these people know the situation at another intersection and how do they know that there is a convoy to pass? ”

"Communication?" Fils replied.

"Impossible." Bank categorically denied that "teleportation can only be conversed within visual range, and it lasts for a limited time." Victor. Hugo's men were also ordinary people, not wizards. ”

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, the sundries that had just been moved out were carried onto the carriage, including the lame rocking chair of Fils's grandfather. The convoy started and headed for the north gate. At the same time, the convoy in front of the pottery shop was also loaded and set off at the same time.

The two convoys traveled from different roads to the same gate, and the floating 'Arcane Eye' immediately tracked them.

As Fils watched, the convoy loaded with pottery suddenly accelerated, rushing through the city gate first. The convoy loaded with debris deliberately slowed down to avoid collision between the two convoys.

Complex logistics are like blood vessels in the human body, and efficient operation can bring harmony and smoothness. Fils whispered in surprise, "How?" How can two convoys controlled by ignorant civilians not collide? ”

The smoothness of the roads leads to a high level of transport efficiency. Zhou Qingfeng's subordinates are quickly moving away the materials of the Longleg family, and the time savings alone can bring great benefits.

The old long leg lying on the big bed raised his hand and shouted hoarsely. He beckoned to his eldest son, laboriously and vaguely......

"Fils, you have to be careful. Our lord has just sent an oracle down to me, and behind my enemies stands a god. He's so much stronger than you think, he's really strong, very strong. ”

The old long leg grabbed the corner of the eldest son's clothes and used all his strength.

"Kid, you can't fail, you can't fail. If you fail, you will lose not only yourself, but the entire family will be buried for it. The wrath of our Lord is beyond the reach of mortals. ”

Jinni?!

Fils was shocked and wanted to ask a few more questions. But the old man's long-legged arm fell violently, as if this sentence had exhausted all his vitality and passed away suddenly.