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Only the apprehensive poor were left to discuss in fear.

"Your Lordship...... What does that mean?" said a young pauper, with a bitter face. He was barely young and strong, and if the leader had recruited civilians into the army, he would probably be the only one.

"What else could it be? An old poor man sighed and said helplessly, "Everyone pack up their things, maybe they are going out of the city." ”

"Out of the city?!" a woman exclaimed, "It's snowing now, how can you survive out of the city now!"

"You can't leave the city. What do you think a servant does? It doesn't matter if you endure hardships and suffering, you must be hungry and starving, and the most terrible thing is that whenever you need to take an adventure, you let the servants go first!" The old poor man was well-informed, and his face was so bitter that he could almost drip bile, "The worst thing is that there is no benefit at all, but he still has to be controlled by military regulations." When the time comes, you don't need to open your mouth, a quasi-knight can find a crime and cut you at will...... I once served as a servant soldier once, and I witnessed a strong man with a field at home because he refused to be a soldier in the future, and wanted to go home to farm, and was cut down by casually looking for a crime of 'retreating from war'......

He spoke calmly, without much sincere sadness, thinking that it was because the years had passed and he had long been numb. But the poor people around listened to it, and they only felt that the newly worn winter clothes could not stop the biting cold, and one by one their hearts were cold to their backs, and many people shivered directly.

At this moment, a quick-witted pauper had a flash of inspiration and blurted out, "Go to the priest!"

This sentence was just a casual remark he subconsciously said, but it made the poor people suddenly feel as if they had been enlightened by the apocalypse, and they suddenly realized it one by one, and said nonsense: "Yes, find the pastors, go to them, and find the good people of the Void Mask Church!"

Moments later, they had arrived at the Masquerade Void Church's residence. The paladin guarding the gate was surprised to find a group of people hurrying over with panicked faces, and hurriedly went up to stop them and ask what was going on.

When he learned of what had happened, he frowned, and let the poor people, who were sweating profusely because of their anxiety and worry, go in to rest, and then ask the hired workers to bring them hot tea to ward off the cold, and then hurried to the prayer room and reported the matter to the Kabbalah priest.

Kabbalah calmly listened to his narration and frowned.

"They're shady enough!" he said, "It's a fake idea to want these poor people to die, and it's true to use these poor people to force us to take action." It's freezing right now, and it's going to snow. If these poor people go out of the city, even with our help, most of them will die. So they had no choice but to risk being drafted. ”

"If they are drafted, we certainly cannot sit idly by. The paladin understood this, and said worriedly, "But what should we do? The lord has the right to recruit civilians, and this is a power that we cannot deny. ”

"Yes, if these poor people are to be drafted, and we want to protect them, it is more feasible for us to join the army for the time being, and make these poor people our subordinates—but in that case, we are afraid that there will be many traps and dangers waiting for us. The Kabbalah priest frowned and spoke his analysis.

"That would be to death!" said the paladin angrily, "and if he wants us to slay the dragon, shall we rush too?"

"It's impossible to slay dragons, I haven't heard of dragons near this place. Kabbalah smiled and soothed him, but there was a look of worry in his eyes, "But...... If it's an ogre tribe, or a bunch of trolls or something, that's already bad. ”

After a few words to himself, he asked the paladin to go out first to appease the poor, while he knelt at the altar and prayed.

Sui Xiong naturally received his prayer immediately, and when he listened to the introduction, he frowned and surrendered his gaze to Dalcheng.

At this glance, he immediately saw the evil aura like black smoke rising from the Lord's Mansion.

"The temple demon is windy, and the water is shallow!" he snorted coldly, ignoring the lord's group and looking towards the wilderness around Dar City.

In the eyes of the gods, all kinds of creatures in the wilderness are vividly visible. Whether it was a beast or a monster, none of them could escape Sui Xiong's observation. He took a closer look around, roughly taking a clear look at the more dangerous monster communities around here, and then sorted out the information and turned it into a map, accompanied by a soft white light, which fell in front of the Kabbalah priest.

Kabbalah hurriedly picked up the map, skimmed it, and smiled.

With this map, he has confidence in his heart.

After Sui Xiong gave them this map, he did not leave immediately, but continued to stay in the sky above the city of Dahl, watching the city.

The city has been around for hundreds of years, and generations of people have created this territory on the edge of the Everglades. It is not rich, the land is neither fertile, nor is it anything special. But Baron Dahl was quite wealthy, far more wealthy than the realm could support.

Not to mention anything else, just by looking at the porcelain in his dining room and the spices in the kitchen, you can know how rich he is.

In this world, fine porcelain and fine spices are very valuable. The former requires good materials and good workers, while the latter requires the right climate and soil. Both of these are somewhat unattainable, and over the years they have been developed, the former is generally only made by some plain dwarves who believe in the god of craftsmen, and the latter is almost in some temples that believe in the goddess of the earth, and the production is pitifully low.

Sui Xiong was not an engineering man before he crossed over, and he only knew a little about agriculture. So even though he reads those time-traveling novels and often sees the protagonist burning glass, making MSG or something, he himself can't do anything about it - God is pitiful, just to toss a steelmaking blast furnace, he spent many years before and after, and finally handed over the information to Parin and them, and completed it in the hands of Parin.

So he never thought of burning glass and porcelain, he really couldn't do this.

As for spices, before the crossing, he had no knowledge of spices, let alone tried to grow them.

But...... At present, there is a large share of the low-grade spice market in the main plane controlled by the Void Mask Church, which is mainly the output of several medicinal fields, as well as the cultivation of fragrant leaves around Gars City. As for high-end spices, only ambergris from the deep sea is almost under his control—it still depends on a good relationship with the goddess of the sea.

This Dahl Baron has a lot of spices in his house, including not only mid-range goods such as bay leaves, but also expensive edible spices such as "fragrant pepper" and "clear herb", and more incense. To support such extravagant consumption, let alone a mere border baron, even those merchants in the capital of the Gold Coin Federation, as long as they are a little smaller, it is absolutely impossible.

"Where did this lord's wealth come from?" Carefully observing the situation in the lord's mansion, Sui Xiong couldn't help but wonder. (To be continued.) )