On the same day, a search was launched at the starting outpost. All those at the outpost are to report their names and origins, and it is best to have someone they know as guarantors. "Beware of the Assassins of the God of Murder," Siegel decided to make the news public, so as not to create unnecessary speculation: "If you find a suspicious stranger, please contact the castle guards, do not contact yourself." ”

Many of the natives living in the western wilderness did not know what the god of murder was, but when they heard that he had no heroic spirit and often used ghost tricks to kill people, most of them expressed their disgust. Later, it is unknown who spread the word that the "lord boss" - their "new name" for Siegel - the lord boss was assassinated by the believers of the God of Murder, and his wife was also killed in the assassination.

"Who got this out?" Siegel asked Fezak and Moore, "Janet isn't dead, it's a rumor!"

The grandfather and grandson glanced at each other and said in unison, "We will investigate this matter." ”

"Does it work?" said Siegel, who could see the bazaar in the bastion. After completing their questioning, the soldiers began rummaging through boxes and cabinets, trying to find the Assassin among the fur piles and cured meat strips. Soon they will be rummaging through the pockets and purses of merchants and spreading the seeds of fear.

"Tell the soldiers to come back, they won't find anything, don't mess up the starting outpost again. Siegel tapped his fingers on the stone frame of the windowsill, making a drumbeat. "You can't use violence against the god of murder, that's his home turf, not ours. Didn't you inquire about setting up a sacrificial place here at the outpost, Mohr, and I agreed. The Heim were free to worship, but all temples, temples, and altars were to be reported to the local lords. It can only be built at the designated site after approval. ”

Fezak stroked his beard. Said to Siegel, "Lord Count." The Starry Kingdom uses the Temple of Dawn as the core to manage other faiths, will Heim Ling cause the Temple of Dawn to be dissatisfied with this?"

"No, it won't. They are priests who believe in the gods and do not contradict their lords because of such things. Siegel turned to Mor and said to him, "If necessary, you can also give gifts to the gods who promote goodness and peace, whether it be money or food, as the Outpost Lord of the Beginning. The purpose is for them to help us prevent the god of murder and avoid turmoil in the territory. Got it?"

Moore nodded yes, then retreated and began to give orders.

The bastion sounded the sound of the trumpet, two short and one long. The soldiers in the bazaar reluctantly dropped what they were holdings, grabbed their weapons and began to walk towards the castle. Soldiers are used to fight, or they can stand guard and patrol, but it is not their job to maintain order in the city. Hands accustomed to weapons can easily create problems when faced with unarmed civilians. On the battlefield he can satisfy his soldiers' ** with bounties and booty, but what about in his own town?

In some ways, the Elemental Guards are more obedient than the Soldiers, but the only problem is intelligence. There is no such thing as a smart element in the world. And simple and extreme energy can also cause damage inadvertently. It's okay to occasionally use Elemental Patrols to show off your territory's strength, but Elemental Guardians can't be the norm.

From all angles. The lamp gods used by mages are a good choice. They have the ability to deal with problems, they are loyal, they have no desires, and they are simply not tired. It also has pretty good magical abilities and is quite competent as a bodyguard. However, the materials needed to make the Lantern God are expensive and scarce, so this plan can only be placed after the magic circle is completed.

Another option is to use a golem. The combination of Heim Ling's Elemental Rune Circle and the Energy Focused Lens Circle can provide good elemental power, basically reaching the level required by the Elemental Golem on the Dragon Lion Cliff. Siegel doesn't need to create a powerful guardian golem, just a simpler, smaller construct soldier. Maybe not even a soldier for combat, but a never-tireless construction horse, or even a winch is a good idea.

He had a vague idea that came about after becoming a lord. He found that the income from the territory was very uneven, and that the taxes from the land and people were far less than the income from the gold mines. Without the Spotted Mountain Gold Mine, a few specialties of the territory alone would not be able to meet the needs of learning magic.

As Master Leah had said in the past, most spell learners simply couldn't afford to pay for a mage's tuition. On the one hand, it is because of the high cost of spellcasting, the cost of magic items, and on the other hand, because the income of ordinary people is too small. As a seafarer and adventurer, Siegel didn't have much of an idea about it, and he just had to eat himself. But after becoming a lord, he gradually understood the truth when he saw the land taxes that Fezak reported to him.

The use of assembly lines can greatly reduce the cost of some magic items, which is one direction, and the other direction is to increase everyone's income. Siegel felt that by giving people better tools, they could do more with less effort and earn more. Wouldn't it be better to leave a lot of clumsy, repetitive things to the constructed creatures?

If it weren't for the fact that negative energy is harmful to the living, even undead creatures are an option.

If such a vision can be accomplished, wouldn't it be much more rewarding than engaging in intrigues, lies, deception and killing all day long?

Why is there such a god as the God of Murder in the world, and why is he able to grow so quickly?" Siegel muttered to himself. Because he doesn't understand God's way of thinking, it is difficult to deduce the next steps they might take, so they can only passively guard against it. It is said that the god of murder hates the power of kindness and justice the most, as well as the righteous battle, but knowing his weakness does not mean that there is a chance to carry it out. Siegel clenched his fists, knowing in his heart that this was going to be a long-lasting fight.

What does the black cloth that comes through the hands of the halfling man mean, a challenge or a warning? Through Lille's description, Count Heim thought of a man he had long since left behind: Arriel the Troubadour. He hasn't been seen since the day the Red Dragon attacked the Raven Tribe. The blue eyes, tear-stained scars at the corners of the eyes, and the pretty face matched the way Siegel remembered him.

Siegel had long thought that Arriel had been burned in the fire, leaving no bones left. If it is really him, then what does it mean that he chose to appear at this time, friend or foe?

The black fabric contains a black message, but Siegel can't guess the meaning behind it. The only way to do this is to be vigilant and tighten up your defenses to prevent the black-clad assassins from reappearing.

It was with this in mind that Mohr doubled the number of people who went to the Bull Rhino tribe to make sure that things were all right. They formed a team of 100 people and set out to the depths of the sea of green grass with gifts. More didn't want his grandfather to travel long distances to avoid the physical exertion affecting his health, and as a result, Fezak slapped him a few times. The one-eyed old man insisted on following, and in the end it was Siegel who persuaded him.

"When I get to my destination, I can use teleportation to and fro, and I will pick you up directly when the time comes. The mage said, "You have a good rest here, get used to the environment, and take care of the starting outpost." ”

The old man was moved by the second half of the sentence and changed his mind and stayed. Therefore, the people on the road are all young people, and the speed is naturally greatly accelerated.

The steppe people have their own methods of the steppe people, and they domesticate falcons as scouts to detect movements around them. Since the party carried enough provisions, there was no need to hunt along the way. So the experienced ranger flicked his whip and made a loud noise, which spread throughout the four fields. This will scare the beasts away from the path of the team.

The group travels along the river, which makes it easier to get lost and also makes the journey more comfortable. Every once in a while, Siegel casts light spells on the wagons and repairs damage caused by bumps, so you don't have to worry about speed at all. Although there are often small rocks along the riverbank, they have no effect on the carts.

Siegel continued to carve the crystal incantrum intently, and Moore nervously observed his surroundings, still worried about the blind date from time to time, and only Evan was the real "tourist". He watched as the falcon hovered in the deep blue sky, riding a horse galloping through the rippling sea of grass, surrounded by green blades of grass and bright flowers. The wind gusted, blowing a refreshing coolness on his face. He only felt that his mood was calm and peaceful, and at the same time majestic.

Even the vast ocean between the two continents did not give him such a feeling.

He drew his sword. Until his "campfire" is completed, he temporarily uses Siegel's Star Dust. He tapped his sword at the horse, each time targeting a small flower. The sharp tip of the sword rushed towards the delicate stamen at a very fast speed, but it was only a light touch on it, like a light kiss between lovers, only gentle and considerate. He galloped all the way, kissed all the way, and was unscathed except for the grass that the horse's hooves had trampled on.

The ranger in the group flicked his long whip again, and a crunch "snap" came from behind Evan. But there was also a howl in front of him, as if some ferocious beast had been provoked and responded with a roar. If the Ranger flicked his whip a few more times, the beast would run away, each time.

Evan tapped his foot on the horse's belly, and the mount changed direction and headed straight for the beast. Good horses, know my heart. Evan stared intently ahead, spotting a large brown lion in the grass. He was lying on his stomach in a nest of soft grass, surrounded by gnawed bones of animals.

He didn't see the lions, which were very hygienic and wouldn't sleep around the carcass. Sensing that Evan was approaching on horseback, the lion immediately stood up, ready to catch the prey that had been brought to the door.

The falcon in the sky chirped in warning, but Evan ignored it. Although this lion is bigger, stronger, sharper teeth, and has a more ferocious temper, it doesn't matter, he has a sword in his hand.

The lion roared, the horse neighed, the wind sounded, but the sword in his hand was silent. At the moment when the rider and the beast flickered, Evangel blocked two claw blows and one bite of the lion, and stabbed through the lion's mouth, severing the throat and crushing the neck bone. He drew his sword and rubbed it twice on the lion's mane to wipe the blood off it.

The lion leaped through the air and landed on the ground as a corpse. Evan gathered his sword and waved in the direction of the team. He could share his prey, but carrying the corpse back was not what a king was supposed to do. The falcon in the sky no longer felt threatened, and obediently closed its mouth, as if in submission. (To be continued.) )