Sword of Dawn

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However, he still can't see what the deadly "poison" in these two pieces of knowledge is—he can only see their sweetness and temptation.

Daniel couldn't help but think of the information about "Gawain Cecil" he saw on the spiritual network.

After the resurrection of the ancient hero, he did not fight for power with the contemporary Ansu nobles, nor caused any disturbance in the court, but led a group of people to the southern border of Ansu, and began to build towns and develop territories... It is said that in that area On the newly established land, all kinds of new things appear every day.

New things mean new knowledge.

The extraterritorial wanderer will "jump" between worlds, and every time he comes to a world, what he does is different, sometimes it brings destruction, sometimes it brings salvation, and sometimes it brings change ...He has personally ignited the "fire" in Ansu, and now He will bring knowledge to the Church of Eternal Rest and Typhon through his own hands...

So the purpose or mission of the arrival of the "Outsider Wanderer" this time is to spread knowledge?

Halfway through Daniel's thought, he immediately sounded the alarm in his heart: Don't jump to conclusions so quickly, the extraterrestrial wanderers are a kind of inhuman existence, God knows what logic and rules there are in their behavior!

Gawain knew what Daniel would think without guessing, so he didn't let the other party continue to make up his mind, but said bluntly: "This knowledge is a valuable asset, and it is enough for the receiver to benefit endlessly, but I can directly To tell you, I left a 'key' in it.

"At some point, I will charge for this knowledge through the 'keys', and I will charge as much as the benefit they bring.

"As I said at the beginning, I am very much an exchange of equals."

Gao Wen paused, then looked into Daniel's eyes: "Do you still remember the question I asked you at the beginning? If another greater salvation was placed in front of you, would you betray the Eternal Sleeper? Now add one more— —How much is your loyalty to Typhon worth?"

Chapter 0313

Under Gawain's indifferent gaze, Daniel didn't hold on for too long before lowering his head: "... In front of your mighty power, my loyalty to Typhon and the Sleeper can be compromised."

"Very good," Gao Wen nodded in satisfaction, and then pointed to the special edition of "Network Security" for the Eternal Sleeper, "Then let's start with this book first, this will be your first promotion in the Eternal Sleeper Order." One step. First of all, you need to do not spread this knowledge directly, but discover the fatal flaws in the current psychic network, and tell these discoveries to other believers who are a little higher than you or at the same level. When you gradually realize these hidden dangers, you can release the contents of Chapter 1 as your research results. Let’s take a look at what is a distributed network and the concept of network resource allocation..."

Daniel lowered his head in a respectful and teachable gesture.

He really recalled his teenage years, and those years when he first learned knowledge from his tutor...

At the same time, Ansu East, a certain town.

The snow has stopped, and brilliant stars have emerged in the clear night sky. The stars shine on the earth, and the snow reflects the stars, so that the town after night will not be completely dark, and the stone and wooden buildings are messy. In the piled up rough streets and alleys, a tall and thin figure wearing a black hooded cloak was quietly walking through the streets and alleys.

After finding a corner that could shelter from the cold wind, the figure stopped and took off the hood of the cloak.

Under the hood is a striking blond hair typical of silver elves, and an unusually handsome face.

High elf ranger, Thorderrin Frostleaf.

The human towns in the middle of the night seemed extraordinarily quiet, at least where the poor gathered. Solderin's long elf ears shook lightly in the air, and he could hear the lyre and bells still playing in the distant lord's castle. The sound of drums came, which meant that the nightlife of the nobles had just begun.

The high-level ranger took a breath of fresh but icy air, then couldn't help frowning, and pressed his hands near his chest.

That weird woman was more powerful than he had imagined. Although Ranger wasn't a profession that was very good at frontal combat, he still didn't expect that he would be at a disadvantage when fighting an opponent who was suspected of being a druid.

If he hadn't followed the advice of the knight named Byron and brought some "new weapons for justice" with him, he felt that his current situation would definitely be worse.

While calming down the throbbing pain of the wound, Soldering felt that his flesh and blood were neutralizing those strange toxins little by little with the help of extraordinary power, while recalling the previous battle - he finally confirmed that the woman's The power used is indeed druid power.

Toxins, withered vines, thorns, and corrupted treants are all spells derived from druids, but there are obvious signs of corruption... Will everything die?This should be the most likely explanation.

Why did a high-ranking believer of the Doom Society infiltrate the elf monitoring station... What is her purpose?

The cold night wind blew through the streets again. Soldering tightened his cloak and temporarily stopped these thoughts. It would be better to wait until he returned to Cecil. Gawain and his smart men could Giving more suggestions is much better than blindly guessing here alone.

It's a pity that the proof documents I carried with me were damaged in the previous battle, and when I returned, I found that the Ansu East Territory had also entered a higher level of martial law due to the changing situation. An order from the Duke of the Eastern Territory, Silas Lauren The whole area has become impassable, and the situation is better in those places with poor order, but in such large and medium-sized towns with stricter aristocratic rule and many spies, he must act cautiously.

In this era of chaotic and dark aristocratic separatism, a stranger without proof documents will not be in a good situation-especially when he was still working in the Typhon army not long ago, Duke Silas Roren and his knights will Quite a few of the officials knew him, and those people didn’t know the fact that he had switched to Cecil. It would be difficult to explain once they met each other...

The winter nights in the northern part of the mainland were bitingly cold. Although the physical fitness of a high-level transcendent prevented Soldering from getting sick at this temperature, he was still quite uncomfortable and couldn't help but look for a place that could be warmer— ——Due to the strong rule of the Duke of the East and the martial law order, all taverns and hotels are closely watched. Foreigners and foreigners with accents that don’t sound like Ansu’s eastern region will be interrogated. Of course, Solderin in his heyday will not Worry about this, but he is seriously injured now, and suppressing the toxins in his body has already consumed most of his strength. He doesn't want to attract the attention of those human supernatural beings at this juncture.

Just as he was looking for a shelter from the wind, a flickering flame suddenly came into Soldering's eyes.

He walked over and saw that there was indeed a small bonfire in the deepest part of the back alley, and a few dim figures were huddling beside the bonfire. Occasionally, some figures would move to stir the weak flames and turn a small Pieces of charcoal and dead branches are thrown into the fire.

Is a high-ranking ranger going to share the bonfire with beggars...

Solderling smiled silently, but still walked over.

He can have a better choice. Although his physical condition is very bad now, he can still find a way to sneak into a barn or even sneak into a warm citizen's house to spend the night, but when he saw the bonfire, he still couldn't bear it. Can't stop getting close—the dancing lights and the people around the bonfire for warmth reminded him of 700 years ago, and the most difficult time for the expeditionary force. At that time, he was mixed with a group of human soldiers and refugees. On the coldest night, they hugged each other to keep warm in the same way, and encouraged each other to walk through the darkest and coldest part of the road.

Since the establishment of human nations and the gradual stabilization of the situation, he has not experienced this kind of experience for many, many years.

The homeless people by the fire noticed the stranger approaching, and they immediately became nervous and vigilant, but soon they discovered that it was not a soldier who came out to patrol—in such cold weather, the soldier was unwilling to go deep into the In the slums, they often just walk around the streets and then go back to drink.

The man in the black cloak was more like another homeless man.

Putting on his hood again, Solderling walked to the campfire and said in a low voice, "It's really cold."

A homeless man wrapped in a shabby cotton coat muttered: "There is no room left."

"I still have some wine." Soldering took out the wine bag from his arms casually, "enough for two or three drinks for one person."

"... just sit next to me."

Solderin sat down, and the wine bag in his hand was quickly taken away by the person next to him. The other party pulled out the cork, put his nose on the mouth of the bag and took a deep breath, then brought the wine bag to his mouth, trying to restrain himself but Still couldn't help but took a big sip.

Then he held the wine in his mouth, reluctant to swallow it as if he wanted to enjoy it slowly, and the wine bag was passed to the next person.

Wine bags were passed silently among these homeless people, and Soldering could clearly see everyone's faces through the faint bonfire—some had wrinkles and ravines, some had frostbite on their faces, and some had frostbite on their faces. Some of them looked younger, but they were also old. They were wrapped in tattered cotton clothes, even just a pile of rags that could no longer be seen as clothes. An unpleasant smell emanated from them: these people were obviously Impossible to have a chance to take a shower.

"It's much warmer with a sip of wine," a homeless man said hoarsely.

The wine bag finally came back to Solderling, who shook it and was surprised to find that there was still a little bit left in it.

The person sitting opposite the bonfire said: "Keep some, maybe one day I can rely on it to save my life."

Soldering put the wine bag back into his arms in silence, and then sighed softly: "It's really a cold winter night..."

"You speak very politely," the homeless man next to him chuckled, "but it's really cold today."

The person on the other side of the campfire muttered: "It wasn't so cold last winter."

Someone nearby laughed immediately: "You still had a house to live in last winter, so of course you weren't cold!"

"To shut up!"

Soldering listened, suddenly raised his head and interjected curiously: "Where's your house?"

The man sitting opposite the bonfire said in a dejected tone, "I was taken away by the knight lord a while ago... I owe the rent to the knight lord for five years, and I haven't paid the rent. Even the house and the land have been taken away."

Solderling couldn't help but fell silent.

But the man on the other side of the bonfire did not stop, as if thinking of his "beautiful days" last winter, he repeated: "I still had a house last year, and a small piece of land... I also have a wife! "

"His wife died a few years ago," the person next to Soldering whispered, "he's out of his mind now."

"It's all about the Tenant Amnesty Act," said a young man who was fiddling with a campfire. "It's no good."

"'Tenant Amnesty Bill'?" Soldering was taken aback for a moment, obviously he had never heard of this bill.

In the Kingdom of Ansu, land aristocrats with counts and above can promulgate a certain degree of "private law" in their own territories. Depending on their titles, the scope of laws that can be promulgated is also different. Some can set tax rates, and some can mint currency. , some can stipulate the inheritance rights of land property. In addition to a general kingdom code, the legal provisions of the nobles in various places can be said to be chaotic, extremely chaotic, and even contradictory. These messy laws are not only those in the territory. The challenges that businessmen and adventurers must face while walking between the land will also cause a lot of trouble for strangers like Solderin who are not familiar with the situation.

"It was the law promulgated by the Earl of Berry ten years ago," said the young man. "The Earl allows those who rent and cultivate land to default on their rent. They do not have to be whipped and have their property confiscated in the first year of arrears. You have to pay twice as much rent, twice as much in the third year, and twice as much in the fourth year... If you still can't pay the rent in the fifth year, the house and fields will be taken away. The count said it was a favor , so that those who can't pay the rent due to occasional bad years can have the opportunity to repay their debts, so this is the 'Amnesty Act', if you can't pay the rent for five consecutive years, it is really lazy and stupid, unfit to till his land..."

The person next to Solderin, who was wrapped in an old cotton coat, sighed: "But very few people can pay back, and most of them will become like us after five years."

It's a trap!A simple trap!

How could it be possible for a farmer to repay the arrears of rent in such a situation where the rent has doubled continuously?Not to mention the multiplier of ten times after five years, even in the second year, it will be difficult for them to pay back - it is impossible for them to save surplus food or money to meet the skyrocketing rent in the second year!

Before the implementation of this bill, rent arrears would only result in flogging and confiscation of part of the property, but after the implementation of the bill, anyone who owes rent is doomed to have all their fields and houses taken away-but ordinary farmers can't understand this at all .

Because they can neither read nor count...and they don't have extra energy and brainpower to think about things other than working and farming.

They face impossible debts in desperation and lose their land and houses in desperation, but in the end they don't even know why.

Solderling glanced at the small bonfire in front of him, and suddenly felt that the memories of everyone holding hands together to keep warm 700 years ago became blurred in his mind.

The man on the other side of the campfire was still muttering in a low voice: "I had a small piece of land by the river... I also have a wife!"

Someone touched him: "Okay, don't talk anymore, talk too much and get wind."

"It's time to add firewood..."

"Don't put them all in, it's still early in the morning."

"When it's dawn, go to the Holy Light Church, go early, the porridge will be hot."

"And don't be too early—the new pastor doesn't stir the porridge very much, and is used to scooping it from the top. If he goes early, he can only drink thin soup."

Soldering listened silently. With the elf's powerful hearing, he heard the sound of the lyre and tambourine in the distant castle finally quiet down.

He didn't sleep all night, until a ray of light appeared faintly in the sky, and the brilliance of the huge sun reflected through the clouds and scattered into the town.

The church bell rang in the distance, and Solderling stood up, and those homeless people who had barely fallen asleep struggled to get up one by one: the church bell was the signal to wake them up.

The bonfire was almost extinguished, and the remaining residual heat could hardly be transferred to the people warming the fire. The homeless people moved their frozen hands and feet, hoping to recover some physical strength before the sun really came out, which would help them pass the fire at the church door. Keep the food you get, but when everyone stands up, one person is still sitting there.

It is the man who sits across from the campfire at night.

Someone stepped forward and pushed it, and the crooked body immediately fell to the ground: he was dead.

The homeless watched the scene silently, and someone sighed: "A few pieces of firewood were missing last night."

"He still had his own house last year..."

Soldering was expressionless. Those who walked hand in hand in darkness and hardship 700 years ago, their descendants built such a country?

He turned around and walked towards the street that was about to be illuminated by the sun.

He had to hurry back to Cecil.

Chapter 0314 "Foresight"

Southern Territory, Earl of Hossman.

The tall and strong Earl Karlov Hossman sat in his reception room, examining the visiting guests in front of him.

As one of the most powerful land nobles in the southern region, Karloff Hosman has always been proud of his surname and excellent family lineage.

His family was originally a branch of the Hossman family in the Holy Spirit Plains. 100 years ago, his farsighted ancestors realized the true direction of the Brumaire Civil War in time, and won their own by responding to the actions of the "Crown Prince of the North". Glory, the ancestors who had no right to inherit originally got the royal family's extraordinary canonization after the establishment of the second dynasty, so that the family obtained a piece of land of their own in the southern border, and became an earl-level land nobleman. From that day until the next 100 years Over the years, the Hosman family in the southern border has maintained prosperity and strength.

This undoubtedly shows the excellent family pedigree, and it also shows the importance of the trait of "vision and insight" to the family. Karloff Horsman always keeps this in mind, so he always keeps his eyes open, cautious and He pays keen attention to everything that happens on this land, not only in his own territory, but also in the entire southern land.

After the "Founding Duke" returned from his resurrection, his eyes never left Cecil Territory.

Since the civil strife in Brumaire 100 years ago, the royal family has always deliberately controlled the development of the southern region. The ancient and huge Cecil family is like a giant beast. Power, in order to prevent those nobles who are still loyal to Cecil's surname from stirring up the situation, the royal family has divided this land more than once in 100 years, and turned almost all the southern nobles into direct vassals of the royal family, and controlled the land. The highest noble title in this piece of land is only the earl—so, Earl Hossman has always been one of the highest nobility in this land for 100 years, but this situation was broken less than a year ago.

There is a "Duke" in the southern border again.

Although the duke did not immediately want to return his land, nor did he make any claim to the contemporary aristocratic system in the southern border, but ran to the Dark Mountains to start a pioneering construction while only retaining his title, Karlov Earl Hossman has never let down his vigilance against the resurrected founding hero. He has a keen sense of smell and can smell something different from the Duke's series of actions—that is the hidden ambition and threat.

"That's all the news that can be spread so far," said the guest in front of him. "The spies we sent have successfully infiltrated into an organization called 'No. 20 Production and Construction Brigade'. It is a 'secret construction department', according to the information obtained by the spies, this department directly accepts the orders of the lord, and undertakes the highest level of territory construction tasks, so the news sent should be reliable and extremely valuable."

"Very good...Mr. Green, the spies you trained did not disappoint me," Karloff Hossman nodded in satisfaction, and then frowned slightly, "So...that Duke Gawain Cecil is on hand With a collection of very powerful weapons? And perhaps provided by the elves?"

"Yes, they use this weapon to deal with monsters wandering in the wasteland."

"The silver elves are the builders of the magnificent wall. It is not surprising that they have weapons against wasteland monsters, but they bypassed the Ansu royal family and directly contacted Duke Gawain Cecil to help with weapons... This is a bit strange Alright," Karloff Hossman tapped on the table lightly, thinking about the hidden truth during this period, "It seems that the founding duke is not a 'good neighbor' as I thought..."

"Perhaps we should act as soon as possible to control the development of the Cecil Territory," said the middle-aged thin man called Mr. Green with a gloomy smile. There was a cold light in the eyeballs covered by the hair, "Viscount Leslie has obviously fallen to the Cecil family, and Kant is now substantially under the control of the Cecil family. The man who came back from the dead , is unknowingly infiltrating and controlling the lands that once belonged to him."

"But it doesn't belong to him now," Count Karlov snorted softly, "but we can't make it too obvious—he is still the Duke of the Kingdom, at least in name and legally. In this case, the first A man who jumps out against him will do no good no matter what the end result."

"He is indeed the Duke in name and de jure, but who wants this 'Duke' to exist? You don't want it, Viscount Carroll doesn't want it, Viscount Glenn doesn't want it, even our Majesty the King— He doesn't want it either, it's just that everyone must show enough awe to the founding father of the country," Mr. Green smiled slightly. Think something, "We can't confront the founding hero head-on, it will damage your reputation, but we can contact others first and make some preparations in advance..."

Listening to the consultant's words, the expression on Karloff Hossman's face gradually eased.

"There is one more thing." After the discussion came to an end, Mr. Green brought up another piece of information. "Recently there is a thing called 'magic net' from Leslie..."

"Magic net?" Karloff frowned slightly, "What is that?"

"A magic device, or something similar to a magic device, can absorb the free magic power in nature, and its efficiency is many times higher than that of the traditional self-charging circle. It can stably supply energy to some devices that consume magic power, For example, the magic spar lamp," Green explained, "you should have guessed that it first appeared on Cecil's collar. Viscount Leslie, who was very close to you, bought this technology—however, that Viscount Leslie obviously wanted to recover some of the capital..."

Count Karlov Hossman couldn't help but smile: "Any loyalty is limited, as long as the price is right. Is this thing called the magic net worth much?"

"It is of great value, especially after it is combined with a device called a 'magic engine'," Green said, "The magic engine is a powerful magic tool that can replace human work, and it is also a magic tool from Cecil. It is an expensive product, but it is worth the strength of dozens or hundreds of slaves, and they work tirelessly day and night. I have sent people to Tanzan Town to investigate the situation, and my statement is no exaggeration."

Count Karloff was stunned: "Is there really such a powerful magic item? Could it be that the revived Duke even sold this kind of thing to Viscount Leslie?"

"Obviously, the Duke is very short of money after his resurrection," Mr. Green said with a smile. "Of course, I guess he must have reservations about selling it. After all, no one is willing to hand over valuable magic items to others. But our spies in Tanzania successfully established contact with Viscount Leslie’s men, and they have a way to secretly get a batch—as you said, any loyalty is limited, as long as the price is right.”

"Very well, find a way to get a so-called 'magic engine', and what else... the magic net, also try to get it," Count Karlov made a decisive decision, he had already seen from these two things Potential value, timely action is the excellent character of the Hossman family, "Don't worry about the gold coins you need, the most important thing is to get the magic mystery of Cecil's collar."

Green smiled: "You get what you want."

In the lord's mansion in Cecil Territory, Gawain finished reading the letter in his hand, smiled and looked up at Amber: "Guess what our neighbor in Tanzania Town said?"

Amber glanced at the letter, and the Leslie family's emblem could be seen in the corner of the letter paper, but she didn't read the content and said casually: "Recently, other southern nobles have contacted him, planning to buy a magic engine, right? "

Gao Wen glanced at Amber in surprise: "How do you know?"