Lin Ze fell deeper and deeper, his consciousness had completely fallen into the chaotic memories of those gods and monsters, and the green figure in that memory came out of the depths of his memory and waved a pair of soft webbed claws and began to destroy the world and harvest souls, and some of the things displayed in it were very attractive to dragons.

Watching the big guy's various show operations in a trance, Lin Ze couldn't hold himself back and wanted to try it himself. Although his body did not react in the dream, some repetitive operations that required the assistance of the rotten aura still made the subconscious mind let go of the suppression of the rotten aura.

The white tree was the first to be shrouded in the rot aura, this huge plant that gathered from tens of thousands of duckweed step by step naturally longed for the sag aura to promote its own evolution, it slowly twitched the branches in the underground dragon's nest, the white trunk and green round leaves quickly lifted the black dragon's body like two big hands, so that Lin Ze could have a more comfortable sleep on it, and the floating groups who developed new toys also stopped playing and sank into the canopy without a trace, and when the entire black dragon leader could see a dim forest water in their dreams, there was only the sound of gurgling water in the underground dragon's lair。

Lin Ze's rot aura expanded outward for a distance after unscrupulously enveloping the entire Southern Leaf Grove, until the goblin wilderness adjacent to the Black Dragon Territory was also covered by one-third, and the lucky thing was that the Southern Leaf Grove and the Goblin Wilderness were all barren to the point that the most greedy churches were too lazy to explore before the establishment of the Black Dragon Territory, and only needed to solve the civilians and goblin tribes who lived in hardship, plus the frequency of the activities of various gods in recent decades was surprisingly low, when Hathaway completed the deployment in horror, she found that none of the churches found the anomaly of the Black Dragon Territory。

"The war of the Abyss's counterattack on Heavenly Mountain has already started elsewhere?"

The strange calm made Hathaway a little unsure of what these churches were up to, she hadn't inquired through a few of her family members who had been arranged in advance by her husband in Rocca County, but she didn't find anything unusual except for one "recent sudden increase in the frequency of large sacrificial celebrations held by major churches".

After speculating with the staff team for a long time, Hathaway didn't come up with a reason, so she could only put aside these things for the time being and refocused on the sudden increase in the population of the territory - the residents of a dozen pioneer villages near the South Fallen Leaves needed to screen their faith and arrange work, and the large wave of goblins subdued by the family legions in the brown wilderness also needed to be well arranged.

"Forget it, let's keep everything stable. "Military and economic development requires sufficient manpower, or sufficient labor force to achieve, as long as Lin Ze does not wake up for a day, the current Hathaway will never have enough motivation to expand the Black Dragon Territory.

......

Time flies, and Harry has been in Keshir for two months with more than 500 people.

There is no convenient transportation, and the aristocratic old oilmen of Keshir have taken off with all kinds of prevarication, even if the control range of Keshir and its surroundings is not very large, Harry and others have spent nearly a month and a half studying the terrain of the address and finalizing the last few climate, terrain, and transportation are suitable for salt production and salt transportation - but Harry's original plan was to build the first batch of salt farms within a month, and successfully start making salt and selling tobacco before the Keshir rain belt returned south to Keshir to enter the second rainy season of the year.

- Harry believed what Lin Ze said at this moment: Aristocracy, once there are too many of them, is completely the culprit that hinders the progress of productivity and the increase of the average cost of social labor!

At the beginning, he didn't quite understand what productivity meant and reduced the average cost of labor production, but now that he looks back, if it weren't for the obstruction of this group of short-sighted aristocrats who protect the bowl, would things have been like this?

It's a shame!

The more Harry thought about it, the more angry he became, grabbing the plan on the table and walking towards the bluestone fort not far away. Since interests can't move people's hearts, then let the sword do this, what you haven't got on the battlefield, a group of old things who can't tell the difference between the present world are still delusional to get it in this way, and the old people are afraid that they have been nesting in their own acres and three points for a long time and have never seen the table.

"Go to Bluestone Castle!" Harry had short black hair that was slightly curly, and his calm face was completely devoid of his usual gentle smile.

As soon as the twelve Blackguards guarding Jamiry's private estate changed shape, Harry followed, and walked outside. As soon as the twelve moved, other dependents filled in the defensive space, and since they moved into the manor, Harry had ordered that there should be guards in all the areas where he lived at all times.

This temporary personnel change quickly attracted the attention of the manor steward, this emaciated old steward in his fifties was dressed in a blue-black uniform that matched the cut, and his hair was meticulously groomed, when he heard the news, he rushed to the gate of the manor to stop Harry and the others, and the buttons of his tuxedo were violently run and broke a few buttons, "Mr. Harry, do you need to go out for something? I wonder if I can do it for you?"

"Do I need your permission to go out on errands?"

The old steward was trembling by Harry's eyes, and almost subconsciously rejected: "Don't dare, don't dare, it's the old man I said the wrong thing, and please Mr. Harry can ignore my disrespect, if you have anything, please do not hesitate to command, my only purpose here is to serve you!"

Harry looked up and down at the old steward who was specially sent by Jemiri from his side to listen to the dispatch, and sneered: "Lead the way, go to Bluestone Fort, isn't there enough economy and manpower in Cayhill to build a qualified salt farm? ”

"That's really great, I'm sure the city lord will like the good news you brought!" The last time he saw this good-natured Mr. Harry speak in this tone was when someone maliciously incited a village to maliciously obstruct them from drawing the terrain, remembering the final fate of the few nobles who were caught last time with their white gloves, the old steward couldn't help but shudder again, some things were unthinkable!

"Please wait, for there is a carriage in the manor that is ready for you, and I will call it for you. After obtaining permission, the old steward ran wildly, and drove a bright luxury carriage from the side of the manor as fast as he could.

......

Bluestone Fort.

Although the old steward does not serve the trusted city lord Jamiri Lowry now, he is still powerful when he was the main steward in the past, and with him leading the way, Harry and his party did not even need to show their faces until they reached the gate of Bluestone Castle.

"Lord Harry, please wait a while, I'll go and communicate with the guards, these new reckless men don't have any eyesight!

"Forget it, what a big deal, let's do it ourselves. Harry brushed aside the sweaty old steward in front of him and shouted at the city: "I am Harry who was led by the black dragon to negotiate business cooperation with Kaishir, and I have something to meet the city lord of Jemiry, you find someone who counts to come out, I want to go in!"

"Poof!" the young guard at the head of the city was suddenly struck by an arrow in his eye socket, and a long arrow that flew out of nowhere burst his head with great brutality.

"Tsk, it's a pity, probably one of my good brothers is in a hurry, after all, this thing in my hand didn't delay for a moment, and the more people would die. Harry looked up at the tall gates of Bluestone Castle and smiled softly, not knowing what he was thinking, "It's strange that they can say that I am gentle." ”