Chapter 32 Fishing Market (Please vote for the new month!)
"Hmm...a maze."
After pondering for a moment, Viscount Grant shook the wine glass in his hand. After thinking for a long time, he combined the knowledge he had learned and felt that what Elder Puder said was very reasonable.
Labyrinths are strange areas that have appeared one after another across the continent of Terra after the Skyfall disaster.
More than six hundred years ago, following a violent earthquake, the first labyrinth discovered by humans appeared in the Moro Mountains within the empire, and a village was swallowed up by it.
After the local exploration team and the team led by a third-level retired school officer failed and were completely wiped out, the Imperial City sent a fourth-level legion commander to lead an elite team to explore, and finally found a solution in the core area of the maze.
A large amount of extremely rare sublimated metal 'Moraine Steel', a living metal that can deform with psychic power and has the ability to regenerate itself.
Nowadays, the labyrinth is considered to be an ultra-high-density psychic field generated by the natural changes in the world after the disaster. There must be extremely rare treasures or powerful monsters stationed at its core. Some people even obtained the former information from it.
Relics of civilization.
It is said that the Apocalypse Armed Forces inherited from the Grand Duke of Junling Castle were transformed from the relics of pre-civilizations unearthed in the maze.
Every time a maze appears, it will be accompanied by large-scale climate anomalies, even celestial phenomena, and geological disasters. But similarly, the emergence of a maze will also cause the area around the maze to be rich in demons and spirits, and a large number of rare sublimated plants and magic potions will be produced.
Materials, monsters, aliens, etc. will form an ecosystem with the maze as the core.
Exactly in line with the recent situation in Harrison Port.
As for why the Viscount believed Elder Puder's speculation? It's simple. Others don't know the origin of the White People in Port Harrison. As the head of the Grant family, he knows very well that the other party is professional in this area.
If he had not made a big mistake for unspeakable reasons and was deprived of his surname and exiled to this place, there would definitely be a place for these white people in the field of labyrinth research.
"Is it a molding cycle that takes place every eight to ten years? It seems to be a medium to large maze."
At this moment, Viscount Grant was completely awake. He thought about this possibility, then showed an excited smile, nodded vigorously to Elder Puder and said: "The precursor to the emergence of the maze is the enrichment of local resources! Valuable beasts and sublimated plants will
If the number increases, adventurers and explorers from the surrounding areas will gather."
"Coupled with the empire's renewed assistance, the maritime trade routes between Canaan Moore and Whale Song Cliff have opened. This is a good opportunity for Harrison Port to rebuild!"
"If it's done well, it will definitely be a feat that His Majesty will notice!"
He stood up and began to walk back and forth around the table excitedly, muttering various preliminary preparations. He was no longer decadent and full of motivation.
Not surprised, Elder Puder picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then picked up the knife and fork and began to enjoy the lunch.
A few years after Viscount Grant took over the governorship of Port Harrison from his father, the late emperor passed away, the Dark Moon was turbulent, and the entire southern immigration area was forgotten in the huge political turmoil.
The other party wasted thirty or forty years, and now they are finally waiting for the dawn of their rise, and they will definitely not let this opportunity pass them by.
And this is also an opportunity for their white people to express themselves again and take back their surname.
None of them will give up.
After a while, the luncheon ended and the two parties had a pleasant conversation. Although Viscount Grant had been decadent for a long time and was greedy for enjoyment, he was not an ignorant and dandy nobleman. In the future, Harrison Port will undergo changes.
Inside the Viscount's mansion.
After Elder Puder said goodbye and left, the blush on Viscount Grant's face, which was still slightly drunk, gradually disappeared.
He stared at the direction in which the elder of the White People left, and sat back in his seat. The maid had quietly filled up the wine.
"A shaman, three hunters, and none of them escaped?"
The young-looking nobleman nodded thoughtfully and twirled the wine glass between his fingers. However, the bright red liquid seemed to have lost gravity and was stabilized by a faint blue light.
It rotated steadily with the wine glass without any spillage.
The Grant family's heirloom bloodline, the 'Diving Lizard Whale', at the second level, will give the sublime the ability to control many liquids within sight. It is a relatively powerful inheritance among the higher bloodlines that tend to be water-element.
Controlling the wine glass and the wine in his body is just instinct for Viscount Grant. He muttered to himself at this moment: "A white citizen with deformed legs can do this kind of thing... ha."
Shaking his head slightly, Viscount Grant couldn't help but smile, with a hint of sarcasm: "Pude still wants to play dumb with me, so I will accompany him. I can only say that those natives are unlucky, so unlucky."
"Sir, those natives have sent gulls and pigeons to deliver letters of protest..."
The dark brown-haired aristocrat's eyes flashed slightly. The red-haired woman with a hot and graceful figure had quietly come to his side. This beauty who had been quite affectionate and lazy before was now respectful and restrained in her words and deeds: "Achetu
The tribe the shaman belongs to threatens us to interrupt the transaction unless the murderer is handed over, otherwise they will definitely take full revenge."
"Without a shaman, they dare to speak so harshly. I appreciate the arrogance of these dwarves. After all, this is how they can bite people."
Taking a sip of wine, Viscount Grant said calmly: "But it won't be good if it bites me... If they don't make a deal, they will change the deal. As for handing over the murderer, I really don't know what to say. I haven't held them accountable for violating the agreement and breaking in without permission.
You actually dare to challenge me about entering the inner city?"
"Retaliation? Let them take revenge. I want to see how much more blood they can shed."
Putting down the wine glass, the Viscount took the red-haired beauty into his arms and hugged him: "Send someone to monitor Oceana... No, it is impossible for aberrations to awaken psychic powers. Well, monitor the child of Oceana's family, monitor
Ian.”
"Such a young White People psyker, I never expected that one would appear in my own territory."
As the red-haired beauty gasped coquettishly, he calmly gave his instructions: "Although Puder is my friend... Harrison Port is my territory."
"White people, it's better to stay calm."
at the same time.
After being respectfully sent away by the maid, Elder Puder walked out of the Viscount's mansion with the medicinal herbs. He was greeted by a quick afternoon rain, and the thin and swift raindrops stretched into long threads in mid-air. Several attendants held umbrellas to welcome him.
"Go and buy some fish, chicken, and some wheat, and give this box of medicine to the Oceana family. By the way, tell that bad boy that I have settled his matter. In the future, you should quit black mushrooms and stop getting along with the indigenous people."
It’s time to take medicine and cure Elan. Even if he is deformed, he is still a good boy in the clan.”
"And you go call Deputy Captain Reid and come to the meeting room tonight. I want to ask him something about the escort and recent indigenous activities."
The white-haired old man asked the two followers to run errands, but after thinking about it, he waved and said: "Forget it, I will go and see brothers Oceana and Ian Elam in person... After Ernesto died, the port was in chaos, and these two
I really don’t have time to take care of you and my children, and the clan owes them and their family a lot.”
"And..." he murmured, his expression still thoughtful: "It's indeed not normal."
It seemed that he wanted to say something more, but the old man shook his head, sighed, and urged his entourage: "Go quickly."
The attendant should be, Elder Pu De, walking towards the fish market in the rain.
The fishing market is still quite prosperous with people coming and going, and no one is affected by the light rain that they are accustomed to.
But here, Elder Puder saw a white-haired boy who theoretically should not be here.
Ian, who was supposed to be resting in the house, was currently walking in the fish market with a look of great interest.