The young man was none other than Wyndotte, the gun commander on the Golden Deer.

The number of middle and high-ranking members of the city-state is not large, and when he was captured by the colonizers' slave catchers, he also caused quite a stir in the upper echelons of the city-state.

It's a pity that the city-state of Chichen Itza does not have enough strength to go out of the island to search and rescue.

As a result, he was transported all the way from the Bantaan Islands to Iron Anchor Bay under the guidance of slave traders.

If it weren't for luck, I met Byron, who had a [Logbook].

He saw that the indigenous youth and several of his followers had an unusual past, and he thought it was a strange thing to live in, and he invested in it.

Eighty percent of his life will not come back.

Recognizing his identity, even the Great Shaman couldn't help but be taken aback.

Every year, many people in the vicinity of the city-state of Chichen Itza were captured by slave squads.

But the slave who escaped alive was the first Wyandott ever!

And he doesn't seem to be being abused for all.

The undisguised transcendent aura on his body also showed that he had been successfully promoted to become an extraordinary person different from other [Eagle Spirit Warriors] in just a few months?

It seemed to be the brilliance of the Outsider's Silver Law.

"It's really Wyndotte?!"

"You've already been to the homeland of those outsiders? Are their pyramids taller than ours? ”

"Can we also take on the transcendent profession of outsiders?"

His identity was confirmed, and the reaction of the others was not much better than that of the Great Shaman, gossiping, some concerned, some curious.

It was here that the young man, who had just returned to the city-state from the island of Grand Tayman, learned that his princess Kyatri had been skinned and sacrificed.

forcibly suppressed the sorrow in his heart, regardless of his grandfather's opposition, he stepped forward and continued to explain to everyone:

"I have received reliable information from the upper echelons of those outsiders that the Kingdom of Castile is plotting to annex all of Yucatan in one fell swoop.

Cooperating with them is undoubtedly seeking the skin of the tiger and being used by others in vain.

You haven't been to the Old World.

They didn't know that their most powerful weapons were actually first-class battleships with more than 100 guns, as well as various holy relics that had made civilization iterate in their long history.

What is exposed in the Bantaan Islands is only the tip of the iceberg of their strength.

A king in the Old World also had far more power than the emperor of the Azk Empire.

I also want to avenge the princess and His Majesty, but those ambitious Castilians are by no means a good partner to work with.

If the Great Shaman and you agree, I am willing to go to sea again to connect with a reliable collaborator for the city-state. ”

Wyndotte and the princess Queatri were not bitter lovers forever.

But every young man of school-age in the upper echelons of the city-state is an admirer of the princess.

The things he loved but couldn't be trampled on and destroyed by others wantonly made him feel pain and hatred, but he retained a trace of reason after all.

In an instant, the information he heard from his own captain was linked to the important event that had just happened.

By the time the anti-Azik coalition takes shape, eighty percent is when those outsiders pour out.

Although even he did not know, the few Castilians could conquer the two empires in one go.

But his solemn warning drew ridicule from others.

An aristocratic young man who had looked at him unpleasantly before, even sneered directly:

"Outsiders want to destroy our country? This statement is ridiculous.

Endott, you didn't pass your homework at all.

You must know that we and the Aziks together have 500 city-states and 13 million people, not counting other small tribes.

Don't assume you're alone in the outside world.

How many outsiders are scattered in the Eastern Islands, even if they all add up? 300,000 or 400,000?

Don't say it's a flintlock pistol, even if they let them drive the battleship over and bomb it with shipboard artillery all the time, how long will it take to kill so many of us?

What is the use of force, no matter how powerful?

How did they conquer the land beneath our feet? ”

A glimpse of the whole leopard is a little different from what most proud Old Worlders imagine.

At this stage, the indigenous people have never regarded them as the mortal enemies of dangerous species.

They were already fiercely fighting internally, and their hostility to the other city-states that competed with them for living space was stronger than that of outsiders.

Most people only want to defeat each other with the help of outsiders, and do not regard the sparsely populated colonists as their opponents at all.

They also never regarded the Taíno people in the eastern islands as their own race, let alone any anti-colonial sentiment of common hatred.

This is the prevailing thinking among the entire indigenous community.

Or rather, the outsiders are just a bunch of war agents used by them.

"You're too careless, mine"

Seeing everyone's expressions of approval, Wyndott swallowed back the word "captain" that had come to his lips.

He has too little information right now.

Even though he had seen the prosperity of the Old World with his own eyes, even he did not believe that the Castilians could conquer the whole of Yucatan, let alone convince his people.

Retreating behind his grandfather, he secretly decided to send "Swift Eagle" as soon as the meeting was over, asking the captain to find a way to help his people.

Following Byron through many battles along the way, he has gradually formed in his mind the steel seal of the captain's omnipotent thinking.

[History Reviser] Effect 1:

"The anchor on your body is more secure.

Objects that are anchored with you will also be more likely to be swept into the whirlpool of history with you, approaching all kinds of unknowns and secrets. ”

And this time, he was dragged into the center of the whirlpool, and by the way, the one who was going to drag Byron in with him was the [Gunner's Expert] Wyandot!

When the meeting was held in Chichen Itza, Byron was still on Grand Tyman Island, doing a great cause to promote the rapid development of human civilization.

- Compost!

Under his command, a large amount of waste from the cultivation industry: straw, stems, weeds, fallen leaves of trees;

Production or household waste: pond mud, rotten vegetables; and the excrement of the livestock industry: livestock manure, domestic washing wastewater, etc., are brought together by hired workers.

"One group took the guillotine and crushed the stalks, stems, and branches of the plants into a maximum length of 10 centimeters.

I don't know how long is 10 cm? It's just like the one in my hand.

The second group took the wooden shovel, mixed the raw materials, and then covered with straw, taking care to avoid the sun, rain and wind to avoid the loss of fertility.

You take care of the compost and turn it over every three or four weeks. It takes about three months or so before you can start using it.

Until then, no one is allowed to be curious, and if you poison the crops, be careful that I whip you. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor."

Byron personally confirmed that there were no mistakes before nodding in satisfaction.

Who said that their ancestors did not contribute to human technology?

At least in the era of agricultural civilization, this is undoubtedly the cutting-edge black technology, the kind that can be comparable to the industrial pearl!

Next to him was Catherine, dressed in a lady's dress, white stockings, and high heels.

When the weather is hot, she always likes to be around Byron.

Even if a Storm Knight does not have the ability to unleash the Storm Child, he always has a cool breeze blowing on his body.

Even if I'm wearing a formal suit all the time, it's not hot at all.

And the air barrier automatically blocks out the smell of compost.

The two stood together as if they had returned to their childhood with children, holding Prince Sørenburg's arm left and right, listening to his adventure stories.

But when the compost pile is just finished, just wait for it to ferment naturally.

Catherine's beautiful lake-green eyes suddenly burst with golden light.

It seems that the financial resources have skyrocketed, and the spiritual life has taken a big leap forward.

"Yikes! What's going on? I didn't do anything, how did I suddenly get rich? ”

At the same time, as if sensing something, Byron pulled her up and turned around and ran, speeding to the nearby "Earl's Court".

Rushed into Catherine's toilet.

Boom ——!

The dazzling golden light instantly stung the eyes of the two people.

In the middle of the toilet, a special Catherine toilet made of pure gold is glowing gold.

Even the two of them seemed to be able to hear hymns from heaven surrounding them, full of divine aura.

"Holy! Holy! ”

Logbook automatically updated: [Level 2 Relic Golden Toilet]

This was made possible by the creation of the original raw material for composting.

Deeds: "You are the destination of the reincarnation of grains, you are the promoter of the natural cycle, and you are the gospel of the vast number of famine hunters"

Effect: 1. Greatly improve the composting efficiency.

Whereas normal composting takes 60 days to three months, even humus beneath the surface layer of the rainforest can be quickly boosted in just a few days, as long as the composting conditions are met.

From now on, there is no need to worry about the loss of land fertility, and even the land within the influence of the toilet will be slowly transformed into precious black soil.

2. Like some special legume plants and microorganisms, it can solidify nitrogen in the air and convert it into an endless stream of nitrogen fertilizer.

You can choose to act directly on the soil, or you can extract it separately and fertilize it elsewhere.

It starts as a second-level relic, and will continue to rise as its influence spreads.

Even if it ends up being a level zero holy relic, it's possible!

"Rich, we're really rich."

The relics were worth as much gold as the same weight, and even the fifty thousand pounds of booty were too valuable.

With the help of the [Grade 2 Relic Golden Toilet], this place will soon become the most suitable land for farming in the entire Bantaan Islands!

Byron also suddenly realized that in fact, his biggest golden finger was not the [Logbook] suspected to be related to the god of wild hunting, but a series of knowledge about the process of civilization in his head.

He believed that this was the first [holy relic] he had created with his own hands, but it was by no means the last.

"Little Tyman and Tyman Bulak are also our land, but a little too far away.

Even Grand Tayman Island didn't know that it would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey, let alone them, if it wanted to be completely developed.

Why hasn't my pioneer order come down yet, and the Taiman Islands can't use its potential at all. ”

Immediately, he slowly lowered his head and stared at the golden toilet.

"I just don't know what it's like to go to the toilet with a relic?

Even the pope of St. Peter's Cathedral in the Holy Silver Empire didn't have this kind of treatment, right? ”

I can't help but feel a little nervous when I think of this.

"As long as I can undo my pants first, Catherine will"

was kicked out by the latter.

"Walk you!"

"Stingy ghost, can you die if you pee for me?!"

Just as he was about to scold his sister for being unrighteous, [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred came over like the wind behind him, shouting from afar:

"The captain is not good, a gang of men has just taken over the islands of Little Tayman and Tayman Brac with great fanfare.

Construction of the camp is already underway. ”

Byron couldn't care less about snatching the relic's golden toilet with Catherine for the first time.

"Who is it? Do you see the flag? ”

Even Alfred, a transcendent who was almost invincible in the second order, had a solemn look on his face:

"It's the Skinning Order!"