Friedman is not the kind of entrepreneur like Zhou Qingfeng, and he has a lot of constraints in handling affairs. He had to spend more energy balancing the internal relations of his own forces, and even had to do something that was obviously detrimental to the long-term interests of the family.

However, the war that is about to start again is a perfect opportunity. The external solution of internal contradictions is a tried and tested method in history. As long as you win, you can earn prestige, and by the way, eliminate dissidents.

After listening to the butler's report, Friedman was quite interested, and made some decisions casually and perfunctorily.

As a patriarch, you must consider at a higher level. In the past six months, he has realized that his side is technically and economically unable to suppress its opponents.

If you can't catch up, you can't catch up, and it's not just empty words and hard work. Until Coldwind becomes invincible, suppressing it by force is the only chance to win.

After all, in the Otherworld, axioms are laid by force.

Friedman only spent half an hour in his study before leaving. He walked all the way through the city lord's mansion, retreated from his entourage, and entered the underground secret room in the palace alone, an area closed by a heavy stone door.

It's still a little cold outside the back room. If you get close to the secret room, the feeling of warmth and coldness will disappear. It is as if people are deprived of their ability to perceive, they cannot hear sounds, they lose their sense of space, they seem to have their heads and feet upside down, and even their eyes are blind.

People with poor strength will stand outside the stone gate in a daze, forever in a daze. Its consciousness is pulled into the infinite void, in chaos, until its mind is exhausted and it dies.

Friedman must also forcibly improve his mental defenses and add a 'protection against evil' spell to himself. His hand pressed against the stone door, and he looked down and muttered to himself.

The stone gate lit up with a spider web, slowly enveloping the surroundings until it swallowed Friedman. His Excellency the Patriarch passed through the stone gate, but he had to be more careful, gather all his spirit, and slowly move forward step by step.

Behind the stone door was a ruined place, with collapsed stone pillars and rotten door frames. The ground cracked and a deep ravine led up to a set of steps ahead.

The steps are covered with rubble, and if you look closely, it is a statue. The face of the statue was no longer visible, and only a few large pieces of it had split and collapsed. The remains still retain the original twisted limbs and the intimidating aura of the statues.

An eerie glow of pale green illuminated the ruins, leading Friedman to the stone steps. A few steps further, behind the stone steps are huge blocks of ice five or six meters high.

The ice cube is the center of the entire underground ruin, and it is transparent throughout, emitting an invisible deterrent force. Friedman had to undergo a will test every time he took a step, and if he failed, he froze in place for a few seconds, unable to move.

Thankfully, this is not a combat state. Otherwise, the sluggish state is enough to make Friedman die a dozen times. But he didn't dare to move forward when he got close enough to be ten meters away from the ice.

A monster was frozen in the ice cube, a six-armed snake demon with green scales on its lower body and a bewitching woman's upper body. It spreads out its six arms in a menacing posture, gripping different weapons and lunging forward.

The scales form the armor of the snake demon and also cover its body. It wears bracelets set with high-quality gemstones on each hand, and jewelry with great power on its chest and earlobes. The swords, axes, hammers, hooks and forks in his hands are all magical equipment.

The reason why Banshee Castle is called Banshee comes from this snake demon. Its body is in the abyss, and just one projection can reach level fifteen.

The Banshee Fort was originally a place of worship for this six-armed snake demon to bewitch mortals, and the ancestors of the Buchi family destroyed this place, but did not completely destroy the snake demon projection, only sealed it.

When Friedman appeared, the sealed snake demon couldn't move, but his eyes flowed with it, as if a sharp sword blade pierced, bringing a strong heartbeat.

The snake demon was laughing, mocking, watching the prey slowly approach. It knew that one day, the family that sealed itself would bow its head and beg for itself, because the offspring of heroes could easily turn into bears.

Friedman could feel the merciless mockery. He stood still in front of the frozen snake demon for a long time, thinking about how the ancestor defeated this terrible demon back then.

And today, he's going to release it.

When the Buchi patriarch entered the underground chamber, the corpse collector he had watched was still lying in the wind-swept streets.

Two more ragged corpse collectors walked down the street. They also pushed carts full of corpses, looking at their dead companions with numb faces.

Later corpse collectors were one old and one young. The older man sighed and shouted to the young collector, "Take off his clothes, and you can still wear them." ”

The deceased's dirty, filthy clothes were removed, revealing a lean body with crumbling ribs. He was frozen and had to snap his joints to undress.

The sleek corpse was thrown on the cart, mixed with the corpses of several other homeless people, as thin as a bundle of dry wood. These 'dry wood' will be transported out of the city, and they will not be buried, just find a remote pothole and throw it away.

The old and young corpse collectors turned back again, staggering back in the wind and snow. They had a special dwelling in the corners of the city, not next to the nobles and commoners, and it was a lonely hut.

There is a fire pit lit in the hut, so you can avoid some wind and snow. A pot of boiling water was boiling in the hanging stove of the fire pit, bubbling. The people who came in outside poured some boiling water from the hanging stove to drink, and it was warmer.

It's good to have a fire pit, after all, fuel also costs money. Today, the fire was lit under special circumstances, and there were more than a dozen corpse collectors in the house gathered around the fire, quietly listening to one of them.

"Lord Hugo has said that anyone who steps into the territory of Coldwind will be protected and ruled by him. Whether it's a slave, a tenant, or an apprentice, no matter what their previous status, they will all be free people when they arrive in Coldwind.

Freedmen have the right to move, to work, to marry, to believe, and so on. Lord Hugo will give any new lord three months of basic living without anything in return. ”

As soon as the two corpse collectors returned, the young man sat by the fire and asked weakly, "Can we also go to collect corpses?" ”

The speaker nodded, "Yes, anyone." I'm here to help you from Coldwind. However, the Buchi family blocked the border and controlled the grain, and not even a single ox cart could be found along the way.

Now the weather is too cold, and it is difficult to walk more than 200 kilometers on foot. So we had to plan step by step, organize more people, and raise enough food. It's best to have a big escape at the beginning of spring next year. ”

After a pause, the speaker sighed, "I can't guarantee that each of you will be saved, but at least I will give you a chance to live." Keep staying in the Banshee Castle, at least half of you won't survive this winter.

I've taken a big risk to come to your rescue, and if I get caught by the Butch dogs, I'll die a terrible death. But I still came, I hope that there are no nobles in this world, and that the nobles will understand that there are still people who dare to resist them. ”