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At eight o'clock in the morning, Sharon slowly opened her eyes.

Her blue eyes were misty as she looked at the gap in the "roof" that had been patched with cloth, and after a moment, she looked away in silence.

The place where Sharon lived was an abandoned carriage that she occupied by force because it was relatively intact.

The place where she slept was the seat of the carriage, which was about half a meter wide and less than two meters long, and Sharon slept with a mattress on it, curled up on it to rest, and at other times took the mattress off as a cushion and used the seat as a table.

The carriages were small enough for Sharon to stand up straight.

Lift the countertop of the seat up and there's a small cabinet underneath. But Sharon didn't want to put anything in it, because it was dark and damp, and it would breed a lot of disgusting bugs.

So she nailed a board to the wall of the carriage for her clothes—she now had only two suits, two simple coarse cloth dresses, and a white apron. With only two clothes to change and a standard set of personal belongings, the members of the Rose School who came here had to work while adhering to the credo of "moderation and economy".

They have almost inexhaustible strength in such sequence 5, only need to eat very little food, and are quite popular laborers. Marić was arrested as soon as he arrived in the engineering team, and after participating in a series of infrastructure work, he built himself a small wooden house, not too big, a wooden shelf is a bed, and a wooden shelf is a table, although it is crude, but at least there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Instead of digging the earth, plowing the ground, plowing, draining sewage, and welding pipes, Sharon chose to work in the mill.

During the construction of the engineering team, the village mill needed manpower, but after the project was completed, the two-person working system in the mill could be restored, and Sharon was no longer needed.

Because the village itself was small, neither the bakery nor the mill needed workers. All that's left is work in the fields, either to raise cattle, horses, pigs in sheds, or to raise other livestock on farms.

These jobs were still a bit too much for Sharon, far below her own psychological expectations.

She could endure the hustle and bustle of the mill with her feet on the ground, or the tedious and strenuous grinding work, but she could hardly convince herself to clean up the piles of livestock manure every day, and to carry large quantities of disgusting hay and swill.

Just passing by these places, she felt like she was going to be swoken.

So she refused, unwilling to participate in the farm or to go to the field, and finally she exchanged the opportunity to build a house for a job of keeping accounts and copying materials, and the old village chief was even more strict with her.

Originally, when she was working in the busy mill, she had no time to miss her teacher, but now that she was free, the teacher began to appear in her dreams from time to time, just like those in the past and in the North Continent.

Sharon stood up quietly, dusted her hair and body off, poured water from her own kettle, and finished washing outside the carriage.

Then she returned to the carriage, ironed the dress she was going to wear for the day with a thermos, put it on neatly, tied her apron, locked the door, and went to the house of the hired villager who had entrusted her with copying the bills and letters.

Sharon is a well-handed, multilingual man, and is able to read the accounts of all the small vendors in the village - the villagers are basically illiterate, and can only write simple numbers and symbols wherever they can write, without the concept of "coherence", and they can't even remember the date. In the beginning, Sharon had to keep accounts with the help of these villagers, and for this reason, she had to endure the inexplicable anger of the rude and dull villagers, and over time, Sharon felt that her temper and patience had become better.

Of course, she will also be praised when she sends back a neatly written and beautiful new ledger, but she has heard many praises since she was a child, and she does not have any more identification with the praise of the countrymen in her heart.

It's been a month, and Marić has become acquainted with the neighborhood, and she still feels like an outsider.

The person who entrusted her was already waiting at home, and the other party was going to get up early to feed the chickens and weave cloth. Now that Sharon is here, the family has just finished breakfast and has a short break.

"Just give me what you want to copy." Sharon said succinctly.

"Okay, what I want to copy is a letter written by my eldest son."

The family was considered good in the village, with tables, chairs, and furniture, and the hostess of the peasant carefully took out a notebook from a wooden box, and took out a few yellowed and discolored pieces of paper from the notebook, and handed them all to Sharon.

Sharon nodded, then walked out the door with her own cushion and chair.

"Can you write like him?" The hostess poked her head out of the door.

Controlling the muscles and mimicking handwriting is not difficult for the extraordinary, Sharon did not speak, still just nodded and copied carefully.

"Girl."

Probably because Sharon was not very old, the hostess was more concerned about her, and shouted again before leaving the house:

"Have you had breakfast? I still have tortillas at home. ”

Sharon thought for a moment and shook her head.

Time passed slowly, and when it was almost noon, the hostess, who had returned from the field, saw that Sharon was still writing carefully at the door, so she could not help but come up and look at it, and she compared the bill with her son's letter, and it took several minutes before she exclaimed:

"Girl, although I can't read, you can write much better than my son."

Sharon responded to the compliment: "Thank you. ”

"Girl, can you teach my youngest son to write?" The hostess asked again, with longing in her voice, "There are no teachers in the village, and the town is too far away to afford the daily tuition......"

Sharon was silent, she paused for a moment to copy, and looked up at the dark-skinned and red-skinned hostess, behind whom stood a child of about seven or eight years of age, barefoot, with mud on her feet and rolled up trouser legs, just like everyone here.

Knowledge and writing are indeed the easiest way to cross classes...... So, teach the children here to write?

Sharon suddenly realized that this might be part of her own credit, and at the same time, it was easier and more decent than going to work on the farm or farming, which was in line with her own requirements for work and life.

But she didn't agree, and she decided to ask the village chief first.

"I'll think about it." Sharon whispered.

……

The next day, before noon, another group of Moontown residents, led by a priest named Duke, came to Gelman Sparrow's bonfire to listen to his preaching, share mushrooms with him, and wait for purification.

This team is the complete opposite of the previous one, without Amon.

"Amon estimates that mitosis is beginning to occur within Moon City." The outer god grabbed a few more poisonous mushrooms to play with, and looked at Crane, "If you don't go in early, aren't you planning to save the people of Moon City, I'm afraid there won't be a single living person if you go late." ”

“…… As long as Amon wanted to torture me, there would have been no one alive yesterday. Klein said calmly, "Compared to 'parasitism', 'secret couple' may be more fatal, I will find a way." ”

"Oh." The outer god said, "He will soon invite you to Moon City, so get ready." ”

Klein was stunned: "Divination? ”

"Secret."

After a Moon City resident was baptized and burst into tears, Klein looked around and asked casually:

"The sun god told you to stay here and watch out if anyone is coming out of the fog?"

"Yes." Duke, who had been cured of his swelling condition, knew that the High Priest had mentioned the matter to the oracle in front of him, and replied quite calmly.

Klein bowed his head lightly and asked again along the topic:

"What would you do if you did find someone coming out of the fog?"

Duke did not hesitate and said bluntly:

"Immediately recite the name of the great sun god and ...... Repay Him......"

As he spoke, his tone became very low, and in the end, he couldn't even speak, because the sun god and creator didn't respond more than two thousand years ago, even if Moon City held the most complete rituals again and again, and repeatedly recited the honorable name, he didn't get any feedback. Eventually, He answered them, but told them to convert and follow the "fool."

"What about other than that?" Klein asked keenly.

This is both the revelation of spiritual intuition and the result of reasoning to a certain extent - it is obvious that the ancient sun god and the creator of Silver City will not fail to consider a problem, a possibility, that is, the person who came out of the gray mist is very careful, very cautious, does not like to be watched, does not like to be monitored, after discovering the Moon City patrol team, tends to use his extraordinary abilities to influence their minds, so that they forget what they have seen him, and do not remember to recite his name.

Faced with this situation, the ancient sun god should have made certain arrangements.

Of course, this is not absolute, and if Amun and his father could accurately foresee that the man who came out of the gray mist was a novice, then there was no need to say too much in the oracle.

However, considering that the ancient sun god and creator of Silver City had mispredicted where he would come out of the gray mist, Crane was skeptical of the possibility above.

Duke thought about it for a moment, hesitated, and said:

"Greet the guy and tell him a word."

Klein suddenly perked up, but asked quietly on the surface:

"What word?"

Duke's lips moved a few times, as if simulating pronunciation, and then, in a strange tone, he said:

"Chernobyl."

…… Klein's mind froze for a second, and then a strange question arose: Chernobyl? What Chernobyl?

Immediately after, he immediately reacted: Are there relics of the old era around here? And Chernobyl again?

……

In a wooded area in East Chester County, Kingdom of Rune.

Farmers from nearby villages gather here to pick the strange mushrooms that are covered with roots, rotten wood, and bushes.

According to the laws of the kingdom, this woodland and everything that grows within it should belong to its owner, Miss Audrey Hall, but the prolongation of the war, the collection of grain, and the high taxes and fees have made it impossible for the farmers to break the law, which is something that needs to be considered only if they survive, and the more people involved, the more courageous they will become.

They formed small teams and efficiently picked mushrooms, which were either covered with gold stars or fat patterns, and divided the mushrooms into two parts, the small part for their own consumption, and the majority was ready to be sold to the grain merchants waiting outside the woodland in exchange for gold pounds to buy salt, cloth, and other necessary items.

The farmers didn't go too far, taking only some of the fruit from the trees except for the mushrooms, leaving the woodland keepers with enough harvest to turn in.

In two or three hours, the peasants sold a large number of mushrooms and fruits, packed gold pounds, carried their rations, and returned to their villages with smiles on their faces.

For them, everything that happened today is what they want to do, and it has also achieved its intended purpose.

The bearded grain merchant was equally pleased, for these were unexpected gains, and in the present situation they would make him a great deal of money.

He took the workers and moved a large number of mushrooms and fruits to the processing point outside the city, processed them accordingly, and then put them all into the warehouse.

As a meticulous businessman, he inspected the warehouse again after sending off the workers, and only after confirming that it was correct, did he close and lock the door himself.

At that moment he saw a thick stack of cash on the ground, all in the denomination of 10 pounds.

"When did I lose all this money?" The grain merchant happily bent down and picked up the stack of bills.

In the middle of the points, he suddenly remembered the origin of the money:

They are the proceeds from selling the mushroom powder, dried mushrooms and preserved fruits just now!

"What a lot!" The bearded merchant sighed with satisfaction and turned to leave the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, Audrey, who was wearing a light blue dress, lifted her "psychological invisibility" and took out a black pocket.

This is the "traveler's bag" she rented from Hugh the "Trial".

Then, Audrey, who was simply holding her blond hair, easily poured bags of grain into her black pocket.

With all this done, she pulled out another copper-green notebook with a hard shell and flipped to the page where "Teleportation" was recorded.

This is "Les Mano's Travel Notes" from "Magician" Furth.

And what happened before was secretly manipulated by Audrey.

She first gave the fast-growing mushrooms provided by the "hermit" lady to the animals in the woodland, and with their help, they all "planted" in the right places, and then, in patches, "influenced" the farmers in the surrounding villages, strengthening their inner desire to overcome their fear of the law, and the grain merchant and his hired man "just happened" to pass by and found out.

This kind of "manipulation" of people's hearts is addictive, like the master of all souls, but Audrey didn't show a smile, but sighed softly:

"It's still not enough...... It's a lot, a lot of ......."

The mushrooms she got were not the type that the little "sun" said could suck the flesh and blood of monsters to grow and reproduce, and they needed enough nutrients from the environment to grow quickly, so this woodland could not be planted a second time in the short term, otherwise it was likely to become a desert.

Staring at the empty cloth bags, Audrey's turquoise eyes flickered, and she thought uncontrollably:

"A large amount of food was concentrated in the church, the royal family, the military, the government, the nobility and the big merchants......"

"I don't know how many times I have to move it with the 'traveler's bag'......

"Those who 'manipulate' the aristocracy, the big businessmen, and the military are dangerous, and if they don't care, they will be discovered......

"If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't find cheap food to sell in large quantities other than food factories, I probably never knew anyone would have that kind of ......"

"The environment and situation are different, and everyone wears different personality masks, and I have to pay attention to this in the future......"

In the blink of an eye, she felt a little frustrated again.

Because she knew that even if she raised a large amount of food, she could only make the funded disabled soldiers and children in the foundation she sheltered stable for a while, or even enough for these people to eat for about a month, and after that, there was no way at all.

"War hasn't really ...... yet" Audrey closed her eyes, completely unaware of what else she could do.

She heard the "hermit" lady say that the essence of the war during this period of time is a divine war, and it will be a divine war in the future, and the prelude to the divine war is very consistent, that is, to spend a certain amount of time and strength to shake the opponent's anchor.

After thinking about it, Audrey pursed her lips and decided to start with what she could do first.

As the page of notes shone brightly, her figure flew transparent and disappeared.

TBC

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"Brother."

Clovis Montmar looked up just in time to see his sister approaching in a priest's robe, like a beam of sunlight walking.

The eldest son of the Marquis narrowed his eyes and gave his sister a gentle smile:

"Dear Irena, you are the true treasure of the family."

A saint who is highly regarded by the Church, a truly powerful demigod, a real wealth more than any gold, factories, shares, and land, and a real dependence on the long-term stability and maintenance of a noble family with real power.

Ms. D, Irena Montemar stopped in front of her eldest brother, first politely thanking her brother for the compliment, and then briefly greeting her: "How has your life been in the army lately?" ”

The eldest daughter of the marquis's family joined the church, and the eldest son, who had no extraordinary talent, decided to follow the normal aristocratic route, and by the way tried to establish a good relationship with the current state military institution "War Red", Clovis recalled the devil's training of the army and smiled bitterly:

"I feel like I'm doing a terrible job, sister! I must apologize for my previous indiscretion, those officers, I mean the real officers of the 'Red of War', are all genuine 'conspirators', much better than me, a kid who only knows a superficial level of political struggle...... Now, the only way to maintain our family's image is for me to work hard to participate in military training and try to show my sincerity. ”

Irena looked at her brother's appearance, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly: "Do you regret becoming a hunter?" ”

"It's a little, hunters need to go into battle, and I don't think I have the talent to do that...... Continuing to move up the ladder in this path doesn't allow me to live longer, it makes me more likely to die. ”

Clovis made a joke and didn't dwell on the topic: "The family already has you, I just need to maintain and develop." By the way, sister, what is the matter with you coming to me? ”

"That relative of ours in the Rune Empire wrote me again."

Irena pulled out an envelope from her cuff: "Written by the Countess of the House of Hall—you know, the second son of the family is dead, otherwise the second son would have come to be the lord of our territory to the east." Now the Earl is determined to find a way to bring his daughter to Intis and let her inherit some of the assets he has divided among us...... Do you think it's necessary to tell your father about this? ”

"I also know how to let my daughter inherit some assets...... It's kind of a brain. ”

Clovis nodded slightly, disapproving: "A Countess wants to come over?" Are you going to ask us to get her a marriage contract? ”

"Count Hall hopes it's better not." "He wanted his daughter to have a choice," said Irena, "but the Countess made a vague mention that if there must be a marriage contract, she would like to be a viscount." ”

“…… Hehe, a young lady of the distressed earl's family who begged us to take her in, does she still expect to get a knighthood? "Of course, of course, in Trier, it's all possible—if that young lady is beautiful enough, maybe I'll fall in love with her, right?" The last thing we need here is beautiful women, and beautiful women who want to rise to a higher level. ”

"But it would be a bit of a fool's dream to find a viscount to marry, but there is a powerful viscount in my faction who is in his fifties and lost his wife in the flood, oh, his son is also dead, maybe this is the opportunity of this count."

Irena maintained a good ladylike upbringing, and after listening to her brother's sarcasm, she sighed softly:

"The young lady is 19 years old."

Clovis was still unimpressed: "So? ”

"She's the five."

The marquis's eldest son's eyes widened suddenly—"Sister, she's nineteen years old, younger than you, sequence five, you say she's already sequence five?" ”

"Yes, brother."

Seeing the expression on her brother's face so out of shape, Irena couldn't help but smile: "She's beautiful, she's smart, she's still Sequence Five—and she also has a way in our church, which is the 'audience'!" Brother, you say, will she be a wild extraordinaire without a guide? She can come this far at this age, will she lack the opportunity to open the door of divinity and become a demigod in the future? ”

A Sequence Five with a Promising Future......

It's worth wooing!!

Clovis coughed, and immediately straightened his attitude, revealing a friendly smile.

"Please forgive me for the gaffe I just made to your friend, sister."

The Marquis's eldest son had already become quite skilled in his life, and he quickly changed his mind, and the value of this countess was quickly more valuable in his mind than that of her father, and even the property that her father had already divided:

"When did this beautiful lady come to Trier?"

"As a trusted distant relative, as a distinguished guest from afar, it is necessary for me to greet him personally."

Irena looked at her brother's expression and suddenly smiled:

"When the time comes, remember to collect your thoughts, the idea that you want to win over people is already written on your face - she will see it, but there is nothing that can really hide from a 'mind reader'......"

"I see."

Clovis adjusted his expression smoothly and winked at his sister: "Don't forget to say a few kind words for me, sister, by the way, don't let her come into contact with the old marquis and our brother, or, let them have more contact, so that she knows who is more worthy of choice." ”

(End of chapter)