"Hmm...... Labyrinth. ”

After pondering for a moment, Viscount Grant shook the wine glass in his hand, and after thinking for a long time, he connected with the knowledge he had learned, and felt that what Elder Pude said was very reasonable.

The labyrinth, after the catastrophe of the fall from the sky, has appeared in strange areas all over the Terra continent one after another.

More than 600 years ago, along with a violent earthquake, the first labyrinth to be discovered by humans appeared in the Moro Mountains within the territory of the empire, and a village was swallowed by it.

After the local exploration team and the team led by a retired third-level school officer failed one after another, the imperial capital sent a fourth-level legion commander to lead the elite team to explore, and finally obtained a large number of extremely rare sublimated metal 'Morion Steel' in the core area of the labyrinth, a living metal that can be deformed with the spiritual energy and has the ability to regenerate itself.

Nowadays, the labyrinth is considered to be a super-high-density psionic field produced by the natural changes of the world after the catastrophe of the fall from the sky, and there must be extremely rare treasures or powerful monsters stationed at its core, and even some people have obtained relics of previous civilizations from it.

It is said that the Apocalypse Armament handed down by the Grand Duke of Junling Fort was transformed from the relics of the former civilization excavated in the labyrinth.

Every time the maze appears, it will be accompanied by a large-scale climate anomaly, even celestial phenomena, geological catastrophes - but in the same way, the appearance of the maze will also cause the area around the maze to produce a demon-rich spirit, a large number of rare sublimation plants, potion materials, Warcraft aliens, etc. will form an ecosystem with the maze as the core.

Exactly in line with the recent situation in Port Harrison.

As for why the Viscount believed Elder Pudd's speculation? Quite simply, the others didn't know the origin of the White People in Port Harrison, but as the head of the Grant family, he knew very well that the other party was a professional in this regard.

If it weren't for the fact that he made a big mistake for unspeakable reasons and was deprived of his surname and banished here, there would have been a place for these white people in the field of labyrinth research.

"Is there an eight-to-decennial molding cycle? It looks like a medium-to-large maze. ”

At this moment, Viscount Grant was fully awake, he thought about this possibility, and then smiled excitedly, and nodded vigorously to Elder Pude: "The precursor to the appearance of the labyrinth is the enrichment of local resources!" Valuable beasts and sublimation plants will increase, and adventurers and explorers from the surrounding area will converge. ”

"With the aid of the restart of the Empire, the sea trade routes between Canaan Moore and Whalesong Cliffs have opened, and this is a good opportunity for Port Harrison to be rebuilt!"

"If it is done well, it will definitely be a merit that His Majesty will also notice!"

He stood up and began to walk up and down the table excitedly, muttering all the preparations that were no longer decadent and full of motivation.

Elder Pud took a sip from his glass, then picked up his knife and fork and began his luncheon.

Within a few years of Viscount Grant taking over the governorship of Port Harrison from his father, the first emperor died, the dark moon was upheaval, and the entire southern settlement was forgotten in a great political upheaval.

The other party has been stumbling for thirty or forty years, and now that he has finally waited for the dawn of his rise, he will definitely not let go of this opportunity.

And this is also an opportunity for their white people to re-express themselves and regain their surnames.

None of them will give up.

After a while, the luncheon ended, and the two sides talked happily, although Viscount Grant had been decadent for a long time and greedy for enjoyment, he was not an unlearned nobleman, and in the future, Port Harrison would usher in changes.

Inside the Viscount's Palace.

After Elder Pude said goodbye and left, Viscount Grant, who was still slightly drunk, blushed on his face.

He stared in the direction the White People Elder had left, and sat back in his seat, the maid silently filling up the wine.

"A shaman, with three hunters, and none of them escaped?"

The rather young-looking nobleman nodded thoughtfully, and spun the glass between his fingers, but the crimson liquid seemed to lose its gravity, and swirled steadily with the glass in a burst of pale blue shimmer, without spilling a bite.

The Grant family's family lineage, the Abyssal Lizard Whale, is a powerful lineage among the higher bloodlines that tend to be water-elemental, giving the sublimator the ability to control many liquids within the eye range at the second energy level.

Controlling the wine glass and the liquor in his body was nothing more than instinct for Viscount Grant, and he muttered to himself at the moment: "A white citizen with distorted legs can do this...... Scold. ”

Shaking his head slightly, Viscount Grant couldn't help but smile, with a little sarcasm: "Pude still wants to play stupid with me, so I'll accompany him." It can only be said that those natives are unlucky, too unlucky. ”

"My lord, those natives have sent gulls and pigeons to deliver letters of protest......"

The eyes of the nobleman with long dark brown hair flashed slightly, and the red-haired woman with a hot and graceful figure had quietly come to his side, and this beautiful woman who had been quite intimate and lazy before was now respectful and restrained: "The tribe of the Achithu shaman threatens us to break the trade, unless we hand over the murderer, otherwise, they will definitely take revenge with all their might." ”

"Without a shaman, who dares to speak so hard, I appreciate the arrogance of these dwarves, after all, this is how they can bite."

Taking a sip of wine, Viscount Grant said lightly: "But it's not good to bite me...... They don't trade, they change the traders. As for handing over the murderer, I really don't know what to do, I haven't investigated them for breaking into the inner city in violation of the agreement, and they still dare to attack me? ”

"Revenge? Let them take revenge, and I'll see how much more blood they can shed. ”

Putting down the wine glass, the viscount took the red-haired beauty into his arms and rubbed it: "Send someone to spy on Orsanna...... No, it is impossible for an aberrant to awaken psionic powers. Well, that kid who went to spy on the Orsena family, spying on Ian. ”

"Such a young White People Psyker, I really didn't expect one to appear in my own territory."

In the coquettish gasp of the red-haired beauty, he calmly ordered: "Although Pude is my friend...... But Port Harrison is my territory. ”

"Bai Zhimin, it's better to settle down."

Meanwhile.

Escorted away by the maid, Elder Pude walked out of the Viscount's Mansion with the herbs, and was greeted by a fast afternoon rain, and the fine and swift raindrops were stretched into long threads in the air. Several attendants greeted him with umbrellas.

"You go buy some fish and chicken, and some wheat, and even give this box of medicine to the Orsena family, and by the way, tell that bad boy that his affairs have been settled, quit black mushrooms in the future, don't get along with the natives anymore, and when the time comes, take medicine to cure Elan, even if he has distortion, he is still a good guy in the clan."

"And you go and call Vice Captain Red, come to the council chamber in the evening, and I'm going to ask him something about the convoy and the recent Indigenous activities."

The white-haired old man instructed the two entourages to run errands, but after thinking about it, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll go and see the brothers Osenna and Ian Eland in person...... After Ernesto's death, the port was in turmoil, and I really didn't have time to take care of the children in the past two years, and the family owed them a debt. ”

"And ......," he muttered, his expression equally thoughtful, "not normal. ”

It seemed that he wanted to say something more, but the old man shook his head, sighed, and urged his entourage: "Go quickly." ”

The entourage should be, and Elder Pude walked in the rain towards the fishing market.

The fishing market is still bustling with people, and no one is affected by the usual light rain.

But here, Elder Pudd saw a white-haired boy who was theoretically not supposed to be here.

Ian, who was supposed to be resting in the house, was now walking through the fishing market with an interested face.