Chapter 288

"This is the hop farm, of course, it used to be."

Going north from the iron mine, you will find the former hop farm in Night Territory. Only by using hops to brew beer can you make the best beer. The beer in Night Territory is as famous as wine.

Field looked at the tentacles all over the ground and the rotten corpses tied by rotten plants, and shook his head in disappointment: "The climate and environment in Night Territory are very suitable for brewing. When we can be self-sufficient in food, we will find a way to restore the brewing industry."

Wine is a huge profit among huge profits. If it weren't for the fear of starving people to death, Field would have wanted to start investing immediately.

"There are only mutant rats in the warehouse, and there is nothing useful to find."

Tisifa used his wings to chisel open the rotten warehouse door, covered his nose and walked in for a while.

"As expected."

"Sir, are we going to build a wooden fortress here?"

The hammer on the side asked.

"No, I just need valuable resource points, and even the passes are not necessary for the time being."

The three passes of the Night Territory blocked the passages of the three territories respectively. Field had been envious for a long time, but the current territory could not afford the resources and troops required.

"Ah! Help."

In the depths of the gray fog, a shrill and miserable howl suddenly came, followed by shouts and exclamations.

"Are there living people or traps?" Tisifa looked at Field, waiting for orders.

Field scanned the small map for a while, and finally saw the mark of living people among the dense red skull marks. There were not many, and they were decreasing rapidly. No wonder he hadn't found it before.

"Let's go and see."

Everyone ran in the direction of the sound.

I saw a convoy consisting of three carriages, tightly entangled by the tentacles on the ground.

A large number of rotten corpses emerged from the surrounding woods, and the people who madly attacked the convoy, surprisingly, everyone in the convoy was wearing a strange white robe.

They looked like wizards, but the turtles embroidered on their clothes made them look particularly funny.

It turned out that they were not wizards.

Faced with the corpses that were attacking them, most people panicked and got into the carriage, allowing the disgusting rotten secretions to smear them into a disfigured state.

Among them, there was a guy who looked very stupid. He didn't find the bottom of the carriage to drill, but he just lay down and pretended to be dead. He was stepped on several times by the chaotic crowd. His face was twisted and painful, but he didn't dare to scream.

Only five guys wearing mercenary uniforms were fighting the corpses.

"Meow, I'm done. This is a job to die."

The mercenary cursed, pushed the corpse away with a machete, turned around and ran. He didn't run two steps before he was knocked down by the corpse on the side. The corpse opened its mouth without cheeks and bit off half of the mercenary's neck. Blood was like a fountain.

"Save them, free labor is delivered to your door."

Seeing the rare living people, Field's eyes lit up.

The guards immediately marched in neat rows, and the long spears that kept stabbing out easily killed the chaotic corpses one by one, helping the people in the caravan to get out of trouble.

"Respected knight, praise your bravery. We are scholars of the Tutus School, that is, the School of the Natural Turtle. I am their guide, Old George."

A disheveled old man climbed up from the muddy and filthy ground, looked at the wolf-like guards in front of him in surprise, and then greeted Field awkwardly.

"Tuster School." Field had never heard of it, and stopped the old man's pattern, "Uh, the turtle painted on your body, is it your symbol?"

"My lord, this is the natural turtle, our medium for exploring the mysteries of nature."

Old George felt very awkward. Although it was true that the turtle was painted, the tone sounded a bit like scolding.

Old George wiped the mud off his face, threw it on the ground, and respectfully took out a copper turtle and made a gesture of invitation: "My lord, this is our medium, you can hear its call to the living."

"Take it away, don't be rude to my lord!"

"Take your turtle back."

The guards stopped him immediately.

Field signaled the guards to withdraw, took the copper turtle and played with it for a while, it was not a magic prop, and he lost interest in it instantly.

Come to think of it, if it is really as mysterious as they say, it will not be killed by ordinary corpses.

With the development of the times, in the past ten years, such small sects have often appeared in the empire, many of which are crazy people who pursue extreme human liberation or art.

For example, there is a God-chosen person nicknamed "Beheading Painter" in Yinshui Province. He is a complete madman who likes to chop off other people's heads to paint, and he has not been arrested until now.

"This trend has a sense of Renaissance, but it doesn't look like it."

"Why did you come to Night Territory?" He returned the bronze turtle.Field asked curiously, "Did the turtle tell you?"

"It was the Queen's order..."

Field was embarrassed: "Uh, sorry."

"To explore the mysteries of nature and find ways to solve corruption." The old scholar muttered, then raised his hand and said solemnly, "The Queen's mission is to ask us to find the source of corruption and eradicate it."

"Six." Field exclaimed, "Her Majesty is really... wild."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Queen is asking them to die, right? It's called a mission, but it's actually exile.

"My lord, my lord, you are really my savior!" The young man who had been stepped on several times before climbed up and cried, "These bastards are villains and cultists. I was kidnapped into their school. They wasted my knowledge in vain."

"Wait a minute, sir."

Field stopped him from speaking and signaled the guards to take the young man away first and detain him separately.

"Gentlemen, have you ever said or proposed any theories before?" He turned around and continued to ask the people of the Turtle School.

"Of course, this is the result of our research."

Old George proudly took out a roll of parchment from his arms and handed it to Field.

"Our research proves that the Queen and the Turtle... No, and the Earth Turtle have a certain degree of similarity. Of course, the most similar is the gorilla. Perhaps one of your Majesty's relatives loves a gorilla."

"Hiss~ She didn't skin you alive, that's just your luck."

Field was in awe and took a breath.

Although these words may contain scientific ideas, this is the first time I have seen such a brave guy.

"Since you are scholars, you can read and write, right?"

"Of course, but what we are best at is communicating with the Natural Turtle."

"Very good."

Turning his head, Field ordered: "Iron Hammer, invite these gentlemen to the dark prison of Silver Claw, torture them severely and reform their minds, and bring them to me when Silver Claw thinks they can be released. It happens that Nightmares needs soap, send it to them, and pick it up for fun."