Chapter 32: Fish Market (seek a monthly pass for the new month!)
Chapter 32 Fish Market (A new month asks for a monthly pass!)
"Um... a maze."
After pondering for a moment, Viscount Grant shook the wine glass in his hand and thought for a long time. He connected the knowledge he had learned and felt that what Elder Purdue said was very reasonable.
Labyrinths are strange areas that have successively appeared in various parts of the Terra continent after the disaster of Skyfall.
More than six hundred years ago, with a violent earthquake, the first labyrinth discovered by humans appeared in the Moro Mountains in the empire, and a village was swallowed by it.
After the local exploration team and the team led by a retired school official of the third energy level failed and disappeared one after another, the imperial capital sent a fourth energy level legion commander to lead the elite team to explore, and finally got the team in the core area of the maze. Large quantities of the extremely rare sublimated metal 'Morrion Steel', a living metal that can be transformed by psionic energies and has the ability to regenerate itself.
Today, the labyrinth is considered to be an ultra-high-density psionic energy field created by the natural changes of the world after the catastrophe of the sky. Its core must be guarded by extremely rare treasures or powerful monsters. A relic of civilization.
It is said that the Apocalypse Armed Forces handed down by the Grand Duke of Junlingbao was transformed from the relics of pre-civilization unearthed in the maze.
Every time a maze appears, it will be accompanied by large-scale climate anomalies, even celestial phenomena, and geological catastrophes in a certain place—but at the same time, the appearance of a maze will also cause the phenomenon of rich demons and high spirits in the surrounding area of the maze, a large number of rare sublimated plants, demons, etc. Medicine materials, alien monsters, etc. will form an ecological circle with the maze as the core.
Fits right in with what's been going on in Harrison Port lately.
As for why the Viscount believed Elder Pudd's conjecture? It's very simple. Others don't know the origin of the white people group in Port Harrison. As the head of the Grant family, he knows it very well—the other party is a professional in this area.
If it wasn’t because of unspeakable reasons that they made a big mistake and were deprived of their surnames and exiled to this place, there must be a place for these white people in the field of labyrinth research.
"An eight-to-ten-year molding cycle? That looks like a medium-to-large maze."
At this moment, Viscount Grant was fully awake. He thought about this possibility, then smiled excitedly, and nodded vigorously to Elder Pudd: "The precursor to the maze is the abundance of local resources! Valuable beasts and sublimated plants will The number of adventurers and explorers around will gather.”
"Combined with the aid of the Empire's restart, the sea trade routes of Canaan Moore and Whale Song Cliff have been opened. This is a good opportunity for Harrison Port to rebuild!"
"If it is done well, it will definitely be a feat that His Majesty will notice!"
He stood up, excitedly began to walk back and forth by the table, murmured all kinds of preliminary preparations in his mouth, no longer decadent, full of motivation.
Elder Purdue took a sip from his wine glass, picked up his knife and fork, and began to enjoy the luncheon.
Viscount Grant took over the governorship of Port Harrison from his father's generation for a few years, but the late emperor passed away, the dark moon was in turmoil, and the entire southern immigrant area was forgotten in the huge political turmoil.
The other party has spent 30 to 40 years, and now finally waiting for the dawn of rising, he will definitely not let go of this opportunity.
And this is also an opportunity for them, the white people, to express themselves again and get back their surnames.
None of them will give up.
After a period of time, the luncheon ended, and the two sides had a pleasant conversation. Although Viscount Grant had been decadent for a long time and wanted to enjoy himself, he was not an ignorant dude nobleman. In the future, Port Harrison will usher in changes.
Inside the mansion of the Viscount.
After Elder Purdue left, the blush on the face of Viscount Grant, who was still slightly drunk, gradually faded.
He stared at the direction that the elder Bai Zhimin left, and sat back in his seat. The maid had already filled the wine silently.
"A shaman, and three hunters, none escaped?"
The seemingly young nobleman nodded thoughtfully, and casually twirled the wine glass between his fingers, but the dark red liquid seemed to lose gravity, stabilizing in a lingering light blue gleam. Steadily swirling with the wine glass, without spilling a little bit.
The family bloodline of the Grant family 'Abyssal Lizard Whale', at the second energy level, will give sublimators the ability to manipulate many liquids within sight. It is a relatively powerful inheritance among the higher bloodlines that tend to be water elements.
Controlling the wine glass and the alcohol in his body is nothing more than instinct for Viscount Grant. He muttered to himself at the moment: "A white man with deformed legs can do this kind of thing... huh."
Shaking his head slightly, Viscount Grant couldn't help smiling, with a little sarcasm: "Pude still wants to pretend to be stupid with me, so I'll accompany him. I can only say that those natives are unlucky, too unlucky."
"My lord, those natives have sent gulls and pigeons to deliver letters to protest..."
The eyes of the dark-brown-haired nobleman flickered slightly. The hot and graceful red-haired woman had quietly come to his side. This beauty who had been quite intimate and lazy before was now respectful and restrained in her words and deeds: "Achetu The shaman's tribe threatened us to break the deal, unless the murderer was handed over, otherwise, they will definitely retaliate with all their strength."
"Without a shaman, I still dare to speak so forcefully. 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... If they don't make a deal, they will get someone to do the deal. As for handing over the murderer, I really don't know what to do. I haven't held them accountable for trespassing in violation of the agreement. How dare you attack me for things in the inner city?"
"Revenge? Let them take revenge, I want to see how much more blood they can shed."
Putting down his wine glass, the Viscount hugged the red-haired beauty in his arms: "Send someone to monitor Ossina... No, it is impossible for a deformed person to awaken psionic powers. Well, go to monitor the child of Ossena's family, and monitor Eisenor. kindness."
"Such a young White People psyker, I really didn't expect one to appear in my own territory."
Amidst the red-haired beauty's coquettish panting, he calmly gave instructions: "Although Pudd is my friend...But Harrison Port is my territory."
"Bai Zhimin, it's better to be quiet."
at the same time.
After being escorted away respectfully by the maid, Elder Purdue walked out of the Viscount's mansion with the herbs. He was faced with a rapid afternoon rain, and the fine and swift raindrops pulled long lines and filaments in midair. Several attendants greeted him with umbrellas.
"Go and buy some fish, chicken, and some wheat, and give this box of medicine to the Oceana family, and tell that bad boy by the way, I have settled his affairs, and quit the black mushrooms in the future, and stop getting along with the natives. Time to take medicine to cure Elan, even if he is deformed, he is still a good guy in the clan."
"And you go and call the vice-captain Red, come to the meeting hall at night, I want to ask him something about the **** and the recent aboriginal activities."
The white-haired old man ordered his two attendants to run errands, but after thinking about it, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I will go and see Brother Ossina and Ian Elland in person...After Ernesto's death, the port was in chaos. I really don't have time to take care of the children, and the clan owes them a family."
"And..." he murmured, with the same thoughtful expression: "It's really not normal."
It seemed that he wanted to say something more, but the old man shook his head, sighed, and urged his followers, "Go quickly."
The entourage should be, Elder Pu De walked to the fish market in the rain.
The fish market is still crowded with people, and it is quite prosperous. No one is affected by the usual light rain.
But here, Elder Purdue saw a white-haired boy who theoretically should not appear here.
Ian, who was supposed to be resting in the house, was walking in the fish market with interest.
Recommend a book "The Age of Trek", a captain in the era of great interstellar exploration, with sisters, ships and AI, it is worth reading!
(end of this chapter)
