The speed of the Silver Dragon Express is indeed outstanding.

The original plan of the Parliament was to spend a whole night sailing out of the long fjord outside Nevis and into the deep sea; and then use a whole day to land at the port in the northern part of Aioland.

Then, we took the carriage arranged by the mage tower at the port and traveled overland for two days. We changed horses along the way, and people took a break from the carriage to speed up the journey. It is estimated that we will reach Luo Si Kang Ling on the morning of the third day.

Generally speaking, the speed of the mid-level mage's journey will not exceed the arrangement of the council. And it seems that there is no need to send an airship alone for this matter.

As a result, Grete flew away directly on the silver dragon! Silver dragon! Adult silver dragon! The flying speed of adult dragons is several notches faster than the council's way of changing boats and then changing cars, even if the person stops and the car does not stop!

"By the way, did we forget something just now..."

Watching the graceful figure of the silver dragon disappear into the clouds, Master Norwood and Aurora stood side by side, fascinated. After a long time, Aurora patted her forehead and murmured:

"It always feels like I've overlooked something..."

"By the way! Review meeting! Notify the review meeting!" Master Norwood came to his senses later than him. Although he came to his senses later, but because of his rich social experience, he thought of what happened earlier:

"Boss, they took the Silver Dragon there! They will arrive tonight, the slowest, the slowest, and they can arrive tomorrow morning! You have to inform the mage tower over there to guide them and indicate their destination!"

"Yes, but don't fly too far..."

The two of them were in a hurry. Hurry up and contact Archmage Carlisle and ask him to contact the review committee and pass the news on as soon as possible!

Don't forget that when people arrive here, you still don't know who the parliament sent over there!

Grete arrived at Roscommon Ridge early the next morning. As expected, most of the time was spent correcting the direction.

Fall down, find a mage tower, and ask for directions; fly for a while and feel something is wrong, fall down again, find another mage tower, and ask for directions...

And it’s really too late to bother, so I’ll find a place to open a [shelter cabin] to sleep, and fly again tomorrow.

I can find the place in this way. I can only sigh that the shape of the mage tower in this world is very special and the mana fluctuations are obvious enough, so it is really easy to find.

The Mage Tower led by Luo Sikang had obviously received the urgent news from the Parliament. Three bonfires were lit outside the Mage Tower, with red, blue, white and three-color smoke pillars pointing straight upward to guide the guests who had flown from afar.

When Cerela retracted her wings and gradually landed, the owner of the Mage Tower, an 8th-level magician, was already standing outside the tower with four or five disciples, eagerly praying.

"You are finally here!" As soon as the strong wind flapping by the dragon wings subsided, the 8th-level mage stepped forward quickly and spoke urgently:

"Thank you for the support sent by the parliament! We have communicated with Count Rothko many times, but he has always disagreed, and we cannot interfere too much..."

His hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot. He didn't know whether it was because of the bad negotiations in the past few days or because he was doing experiments day and night. Grete also stepped forward and saluted slightly:

"Yes, I am here on behalf of the Council. Where is the Count? Can we see him at once?"

"Earl..." The host of the Mage Tower was a little embarrassed. His eyes swept over Cerela, Bernard, and Apa one by one after landing on the ground and transformed into a human form. He quickly greeted with his eyes. Then he half-turned around and looked towards

Mage Tower raised his hand:

"The count is a devout believer. At this time, he should be praying at the Spring Temple. Moreover, according to the etiquette of the nobles, he should submit the invitation in advance and wait for the other party to respond before visiting..."

Grete almost wanted to say, "It's already this time, don't worry about etiquette." But think about it, killing him without saying hello would seem like ruining the place;

When he was visiting his hometown, the Viscount sent someone to his door that day, wanting to invite him to a banquet and interrupt his family gathering. At that time, he was also in an extremely angry mood;

Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Wait a moment, wait a moment, and pray, just pray.

He reluctantly nodded and followed the Archmage into the Mage Tower. After the two sides chatted, and with the information given by the council, Gretel realized that the situation was far simpler than he thought, and far more troublesome than he thought:

First of all, Luosikang County is vast and sparsely populated. The entire county has nearly 2,500 square kilometers of land, and the population is only about 200,000. Excluding the nobles, temples, mages, and warriors, besides these people, there are probably poor peasants...

Looks like 180,000?

"Can't you feed 180,000 people?"

Grete asked in shock. With 2,500 square kilometers, on average, there are only 80 people per square kilometer!

One square kilometer, 80 people, not to mention farming, even if they go up trees to catch birds, go into the water to catch fish, eat grass roots and bark, they can survive this famine!

How do you do it so that there are hungry people, disaster victims, and refugees? You can't handle it, and you need to ask the parliament to send someone?!

"this……"

The presiding mage smiled awkwardly:

"This, the matter is more complicated... In short, you will know when you see the earl..."

Grete really felt that something was wrong. Not only did this county have a small population, but it was also poor. Normally, the mage tower in a county town and the presiding mage should have a level of 10 or above. The person in front of me was only level 8?

Even in Heartland City, where Gretel was born, which is a barren and remote hinterland where even sea fish are rare, the Newman County it belongs to, the presiding officer of the county mage tower is all level 10 or above. This one, level 8?

Parallel imports, right? Or is Luosikang County too poor to support people and mages? Or is it not that the place is too barren, but a man-made disaster?

Gretel's doubts turned decisively towards the direction of man-made disaster when the Earl's Mansion invited him to a banquet. Earl Luo Si Kang was very enthusiastic. As soon as he received the message from the Mage Tower, he immediately sent someone to invite him and sent him to the Earl's Mansion.

The best carriage.

The dark walnut wood and thin gold and silver wires are coiled into a magic circle, which is as smooth as a mirror to the touch. As soon as you enter the carriage, the temperature and the outside are two different worlds. It is actually added with [cold and heat resistance] all year round.

This magic.

Grete let out a sigh of relief. This carriage is nothing in Nevis. Almost all fifth-level mages can afford it. That’s because Nevis has a large concentration of low-level mages, mage apprentices, and craftsmen.

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But, here?

A county with a mere 200,000 people needs to support the nobles, mage towers, temples and the army, and maintain such a high consumption level? What does it rely on?

Gretel soon knew what to rely on. Roscommon County has its own specialty, and that specialty is quite famous.

At the banquet at the Earl's Palace, servants in embroidered liveries pushed a ham on a trolley with a special silver bracket, and passed by the guests one by one to show it to everyone.

The chef wearing a white top hat looked at his clothes. He should be a nobleman. He was a so-called butler of food. He stood up and smiled:

"Please see, the hooves of this ham are pure black. This is the proof of the black-footed pig, a specialty of the Roscombe area. This pig grows in oak pastures with sparse woods, grows up eating wild herbs and olives, and when the acorns are mature

When they were young, they fed almost exclusively on acorns..."

Gretel's eyes were downcast and he remained calm, but he was secretly frowning. Growing up in an oak pasture? Only eating acorns?

The oak tree is the sacred tree of the Order of the God of Nature. This black-footed pig occupies a large area of ​​oak pasture. Does the Order of the God of Nature know?

Of course, there was indeed no priest of the God of Nature at this banquet. I don’t know whether he was too busy rescuing the refugees to care about it, or because he had nothing to do with the Earl’s Mansion and ignored him at all.

The chef continued to introduce with a faint proud smile:

"This kind of pig hind leg meat is cured with pure rock salt and hung in a quiet, almost constant temperature underground wine cellar. The best craftsmen oil it regularly and adjust the hanging position and meat surface.

Orientation. Let the ham mature slowly in its natural environment."

He raised his voice slightly:

"The best ham needs to be matured for four full years in this environment."

It sounds very similar to the commentary of "On the Tip of the Tongue" or "Flavour**"... Grete smiled in line with social expectations and calculated quickly in his mind:

Only eating acorns, how many acorns does a pig eat during the fattening process? How much forest land does it occupy?

Obviously these woodlands cannot be cultivated. So, in addition to being used for pig herding, how much land is there for people to farm in the entire County of Roscommon?

Damn it, the data is too small to calculate. It would be great if we could know the annual ham production here...

While Grete was making quick calculations, the chef took a sharp knife from the waiter and gently cut it on the surface of the ham. The knife penetrated the meat with a smooth and silky process, and after slicing off a small piece of ham with a waxy yellow shell,

He changed to a sharp knife and gently passed it across

He held a knife in his right hand and a special square silver tweezer in his left hand, holding the sliced ​​ham. The ham was as thin as paper, slightly translucent, and long. It was obvious that the cutter's hands were very strong and very stable.

Maybe a knight?

Gretel thought indifferently.

"The black pig grew up eating herbs, olives and acorns, and was carefully marinated and matured. Its meat color changes from pink to rose red, mixed with white fat, showing beautiful marble patterns."

The second son of the earl took over the introduction and smiled at everyone:

"The meat is light and soft, mixed with the unique acorn aroma, and the taste is extremely delicate. If you taste it with your mouth, you can directly feel its unique flavor. Everyone, please."

At this point, the chef had already sliced ​​off a piece of translucent ham that was one inch wide and half a foot long. With a slight shake, he rolled it on the slicing knife. At the host's signal, he sent it to Grete, the most distinguished guest from afar today.

before.

The chef bowed slightly, held the ham motionless in front of Grete, smiled, and signaled with his eyes:

Smell it, then eat it.

Grete was also somewhat knowledgeable, so he did not change his expression under the cover of the mage's armor, and bit into the piece of ham. After chewing it, it was indeed good, very tender, and very delicious, but it didn't seem to be what they said.

Olive scent?

Acorn aroma?

Rich and sophisticated flavor?

what is that?

"This smell is not caused by them, right?"

Cerela's thin voice reached his ears through the magic sound transmission. Gretel almost laughed. Well, to confirm whether it really has this special flavor or whether the seller is just bragging, he should try to conduct a double-blind review...

Put Jinhua ham, Yunnan Xuanwei ham, and hams of this kind together. It is best to use specially adjusted raw food methods. Then, blindfold your eyes and do not allow you to look. You can only taste them and tell them which number the ham is.

Variety?
To be continued...