Townsend sorted out his gear, put what he could use in his pocket, and buried everything else, even the exit from the underground ruins covered with rocky mud. Then he sneaked out at night and roughly reconnoitred a radius of fifty miles. Based on the clues he got from the hapless man's paragons, Townsend managed to find the country trail eleven miles away and the village thirty-two miles away.

For the next few days, he lurked quietly outside the village, directly feeling the state of the world with his eyes.

At first glance, this is a beautiful world, and the lesser-visited landscape is even similar to the nature reserve in memory, with blue and clean skies and fresh and sweet air. The mountains and rivers are splendid, the forests are luxuriant, and the tranquility exudes infinite vitality. But if you look closely, you can see the difference in the details: a vine has several kinds of leaves, produces strange flowers, and bears metallic fruits, a tree can change seven or eight colors from morning to night, and a large meadow can climb from one side of the river to the other side.

But animals are more chaotic than plants, and animals as big as domestic dogs and as small as ants are annoying, so you can always avoid them if you think of a way. But what about other animals...... Balls of dead leaves the size of watermelons watched Townsend all day, and when Townsend hid under the tree, they climbed up the tree to look down on him, and when Townsend hid in the tree, they huddled under the tree to look up at him, and when Townsend hid in the water, they spread out on the surface of the water to bask in the sun...... I can't beat it to death, I can't burn it anymore, I don't have a temper at all, and in the end I have to run away.

Townsend was glad that he had not encountered the vicious wild creatures, and after understanding the laws of these chaotic creatures, he finally found a way to avoid them, and was finally able to lurk quietly - perhaps because the village was too small and remote to observe too strange phenomena. In addition to the occasional manned tamer flying through the sky, he only saw a samurai with four arms, and also saw a vendor with only one eye on his face, and I have to say that the huge eyes erected were very joyful.

Among the humans that Townsend saw, the main categories differed from him very little, from body shape to lifestyle. The farmers here also have to go to the fields, the hunters have to go into the mountains, the lord will also bully men and women, and the officials will collect money when people carry goods to trade.

And those small differences are that the livestock in the farmer's hand is the size of a house, and the canines that follow the hunter's feet should only appear in the game, and the old man dares to fight the village girl hand-to-hand with a cloth on the side of the road, even if the village girl's family is next to him. And those girls in the bullied village will not cry and grab the ground, wiping their tears and cursing are certain, but as soon as they put on their clothes, they should pull the weeds and hoe the ground...... There is no explanation for this phenomenon other than the rigidity of hierarchy and the strictness of the law.

After studying the customs more or less the same, Townsend began to observe the cultivation and housing facilities of the fields, he studied the types of crops and the density of crops and fertilizers in the fields, and then he also examined the building materials and roads and ditches, and finally determined that this was a world of low productivity and ignorance and backwardness.

As for the other deeper things, they are not visible in such remote villages, where there are no more than 100 people. And in the process of investigation, the people in the village were unaware of him, and what frightened him was the abnormal animals and plants in the village.

Orion's "hounds" are quite tough, they have a large size, canine teeth as sharp as daggers, and nails like switchblades, and they can beat him three at any time...... This situation saddened Townsend, and after being chased by the hounds for the third time, he finally realized: let's deal with people!

In the emperor's [***] system, Townsend's next action has a nickname, called "tongue grabbing".

So, three days later, in the early morning, in the valley of Calasilia, which later scholars called the intersection of hope and glory, an event finally happened. However, Townsend didn't know it at the time, because he was leisurely turning around the barbecue, only worrying about the fat and lean nature of the barbecue and the amount of seasoning.

In the shack opposite him, squatting in the other part of this great event, was a wretched religious man, who swore by heaven that he was a serious religious man of eight hundred years, though he was tied hand in hand, blindfolded, and had a piece of wood in his mouth.

Relatively young grassroots religious people, this is the right answer to the kidnapping question. Because in the vast majority of societies, religious people have a wide range of communication levels, from princes and nobles to peddlers and pawns, few people will be wary of and resistant to the way religious people speak and language habits, and they are still everywhere like weeds, and they can be found in remote places.

Young, represents hope and ambition, so he will eventually cooperate, and the grassroots is closely related to status, if you kidnap a religious leader with a regional surname and come back, is there any difference between stabbing a hornet's nest?

Townsend did not have any resistance to doing such a thing, because the Empire did not treat such people with the same courtesy as the rival camps or the Free Alliance, not to mention that the Emperor [***] only believed in his own guns and three military regulations, namely, peacetime military law, wartime military law, and internal regulations.

It took him one day to identify the identity of the target, another day to determine the plan, and the next process went smoothly.

Maybe it's poverty, maybe it's simplicity, in short, the remote village is not too wary of people, Townsend knocks on the door of the kidnapper in a rather mysterious way, pulls down the soft hat in front of him, takes advantage of the other party's short black hair and black eyes, and slams the side of the opponent's neck with the palm of his right hand, and he falls like dough.

Townsend was not polite to him, rolled up his soft books, and daily necessities, and had a full meal by the way. The kidnappers were then dragged out of the village under the cover of night. Of course, eating a trench grows wiser, and Townsend avoided the damn tree.

In the early morning birdsong and breeze, the kidnapped religious figure, the unlucky Guy Two, had woken up. Because his eyes were blindfolded and his hands were tied, he could only squat in the small tent that Townsend had improvised and did not dare to move. Not far from him, in the aroma of roasted meat that slowly diffuses, Townsend is also combing through the entanglement in his heart - in order to survive, he will act according to the law of the jungle, but he is not a beast after all, so he has to decide the final outcome of the kidnapping.

Tearing the ticket, or tearing the ticket, or tearing the ticket—but the smoothness of the fat interrupted the process, and the first piece of roast after the endless nightmare moved Townsend to tears, and made him even more uncertain. Therefore, Townsend could only keep the scene in a killing atmosphere and wait for the fire.

After breakfast, he began to look at each other while flipping through the books. In fact, flipping books is only to give the other party an illusion, and careful observation can help to make a breakthrough.

He was not of high standing in the system, as could be seen from the sharpened corners of his uniform, he should not have had a lot of experience, for he was no older than Townsend, and Townsend himself was only in his early twenties, he should have been studious, because the books were full of annotations of the same handwriting, he was rigorous, his body was clean, he was obedient, and there were not many personal belongings in the room. But he was not poor, because he was the only religious person in the village, and he had the best food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

He was a determined and simple professional, and he was in the most pious and dreamy period of his life. Luckily, people in their early twenties can collapse at the slightest breach, but the trouble is that, because of their purity of faith, they usually think of themselves as tough guys, like weeds with dew, and they have to be shown to be the real ones.

However, Townsend had not recovered yet, and it was not a good idea to drag the wounded through the mountains now.

Maybe it would be difficult to do it with someone else, but in the eyes of a competent Imperial intelligence officer, or in the eyes of Townsend at this time, the other party was just a small obstacle - there were ways to deal with him, and silence and pressurization would be the most effortless.

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Author's note: Everyone, Xiao Ming is very rusty about chapter uploading, and he didn't get it done yesterday. Let's start formalizing today. Is it 5k per chapter? Yesterday's one we won't change. In addition, the uploaded manuscript is my first draft, and there will be some typos, I accept everyone's criticism, and proofread it again before uploading......