De Perro, the road has been repaired in a little more than a month. The rammed dirt road is paved with gravel, and after repeated rolling, it is paved with thick stones, which is very strong and durable. Seven or eight meters wide, it can accommodate three or two carriages in parallel.

The location of the church was also decided, with the town to the east and the castle to the west. Considering the later increase in population, the land between the town and the castle was too small. The town will become a city in the future, and it can only develop in three directions: southeast, south, and south. There are large tracts of farmland to the north and south, and wasteland to the east.

After more than a month of overseer life, the fat man also tanned and died. Others don't know, the fat man knows that his body is getting better. The reaction of the old man Trump's medicine is not much, and there is not much pain. It's just too unpalatable, slimy, bitter and astringent. The fat man shuddered with nausea at the thought of the smell. In order to survive, the fat man also gritted his teeth and insisted.

Now the fat man doesn't have to go to the quarry every day, the church site is casually turned, the foundation has been taken care of, and the stones are brought in every day. There are fewer people to work, and a small half of them are building roads, and the town has a road to the outside of the territory.

The fat man was not in a hurry, and came to the castle again to receive this month's medicine. Found old Trump in the underground alchemy room in the backyard of the castle, the fat man rubbed his hands, looking pitiful.

Trump was busy and glanced at the fat man.

"On the table at the door, take it yourself, three green potions."

"Can you get some potions that taste better, I've been shivering lately at the thought of that smell." The fat man asked weakly, regardless of the strange taste in the alchemy room, it was much better than the taste he drank.

"Next time, you didn't tell me the first time you drank it! I thought you didn't care! I'll get you a fruity one next time. "The old guy didn't look back

It's so bad that it kills, can you still care! The fat man only dared to think in his heart, and did not dare to offend the old fellow.

"Close the door when you go." The old guy was so busy that he didn't even lift his head

The fat man carefully placed the potion, gently closed the door, and walked down the steps to the ground. Walk briskly to the roadside tree and sit down on a rock. Carefully take out a bottle of potion, open the mouth of the bottle, and smell it gently. The fat man gritted his teeth and covered the lid and put it in his arms, his body shook for a while, and he retched nauseously. Suddenly, the fat man burst into tears, retching stopped, and his fat body was still trembling for a while.

"Damn old fellow, it's worse than last time." The fat man said viciously, and immediately turned around and patted his chest, no one.

Turning his fat body, two peeas and a little girl were looking at him.

"You've gone to the old guy's alchemy room."

"There's a strange smell on my body."

The little girl just watched, and the two peenuts kept talking.

"You're going to steal his treasure?"

"No, I'm going to get the potion." The fat man replied

"You also drink his potion, it's too hard to drink!"

"It's hard to drink."

"The three of us threw up after drinking."

"The old guy was scolded by his grandfather, and then the potion was a little better, a little fruity."

"We don't call him grandpa now, we call him old fellow."

The fat man then understood that this old guy was unreliable, but he didn't dare to scold him. I can only survive this month, all in order to survive.

Construction of the church began, and the road was built all the way to the edge of the territory.

Depero insisted on low taxes to attract civilians. He was a great magician and didn't care much about the taxes of his current realm. After the completion of the teleportation array, he had already sold the magic scrolls he had accumulated for several years, and then bought various scrolls, magic leather, ink, and several consumables, and threw away a large amount of gold coins left. Most of these gold coins are exchanged for magic crystals, magic metals, etc., and the rest of the gold coins are used for daily maintenance of the castle and household expenses.

Trump has already connected with the Imperial Magic Legion, they are all his disciples and grandchildren, they serve the Empire, and they will soon come over to talk in secret.

Tom, the old butler, also laid more eyeliner in the town, many of which were planted when the town was established, and they were all old ministers of Depero's family, and the old ministers scattered around the town with their families, monitoring strange adults coming and going. Old Tom the blacksmith is a great knight and dominates these eyeliners, and the butler Old Tom looks at Wen Liang and is also a high-level samurai. They can call the shots and clear the hostile personnel at any time, without reporting to Depero.

These are all rules set after the castle assassination, and it is better to kill the wrong one than let it go.

After the arrival of Trump's old man, Depero was like a tiger, and all kinds of appalling drugs were made. Of course, there are also a lot of antidotes, healing potions, agility potions, strength potions, most of them are beginner and intermediate, and a few are high-level potions. The old guy was in pain and gave two bottles of high-grade power fury potion. The beans and Liya each had twelve bottles of fruit-flavored physique enhancement elixirs, one bottle per month, a year's supply. The magic plants of the mid-level physique enhancement potion are not easy to acquire, and these materials are all vying for by major forces and major families.

If you have nowhere to buy, you can only try your luck in the surrounding mountains and forests.

The old guy decided to go to the extinct volcano west of the castle first. Volcanoes breed fire elements, and the magic plant is always a little, as for whether there are materials required for physique elixirs, I don't know.

After the two beans knew that the old guy was going out to collect medicine, they all made a fuss about following. This is not a little road, it is estimated that it is more than 30 kilometers back and forth, and there is a small stone mountain in the middle.

The old guy resolutely disagreed, he didn't even have a decent road, he couldn't ride a horse, let alone a carriage, so he couldn't hold his hands together!

Douding can't help it, it's also true if you think about it carefully, it's too far, so you can only study obediently. When you have free time, you can inspect quarries and church sites.

At the church site in the afternoon, the fat man and a few priests sat in the shade of the trees, looking at the drawings and discussing something. The weather is a little hot, and the people who work are weak.

Mark, Liya's habit of taking a nap is unacceptable to Peeweed. Peewee didn't want to stay in the castle all day, so he followed old Tom out on a routine tour.

Peewee motioned to Old Tom to whisper, and he looked behind the fat man and patted his fleshy shoulder

"Fatty, what are you guys playing?"

"Little lord, we are discussing the construction of the church, and I am going to let them build the dwelling of the few of us first. The inn is crowded with people and is very noisy, which is not conducive to our treatment and salvation. And you can save a lot of rent. The fat man explained

"It's a good thing, my room is comfortable." Douding looked at the drawings, but he couldn't understand them

"You can heal? Deceptive, right? "Dou Ding is a little puzzled, why do you still eat the old guy's potion to cure the disease, it is so unpalatable.

"This old priest will." The fat man pointed to the old man next to him

"He? You tell him to cure one and take a look. ”

"Aren't there no sick people, no injured people now!"

"You just need to get hurt."

The fat man had nothing to say, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed, his round and full arms were bitten by some insect, and the skin had been scratched, and there were fresh bloodshots.

"Chop off your arm? Can it be cured? It hurts! Peewee stared at the fat man with wide eyes

"I was bitten by a bug, this one will be cured."

Peanding turned to the other side and saw a big bag.

The old priest put his hand on the top of the fat man's arm, and after a misty white light, the bag on the fat man's arm gradually became smaller, and the skin remained intact after half a minute.

"It's amazing, isn't it magic?"

"Divine art, also called Holy Light Technique." The old priest said

"Can it be cured by cutting off the arm?"

"I can't."

"That can't be called magic."

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