Not all herdsmen in Blackwater City are thorny, and many of them obey their lords. There is a young man named Shakason who not only took the initiative to pick up farm tools, but also was very attentive to farming. Under his care, the potatoes grew well.
Very good.
For these people, Reggie decided to give some rewards. He decided to move them from the outermost seventeenth floor of the castle to the sixteenth floor, where the living conditions were better. At the same time, he also planned to hold a conference to reward these outstanding people.
Medals and gold coins were distributed to the people.
Before the conference, Reggie summoned Sakason alone. This humble young man was not only down-to-earth and hardworking, but also very handsome. However, his behavior was a little too shy and he always liked to hold the corners of his clothes when talking.
"While the farming season is still here, if I give you more land, can you still complete the farming task?"
"I have never farmed before," Sakason said with his head lowered, "but I will try my best."
"Don't worry, there will be no additional rent for the new land. I just hope you can set an example."
"Thank you for your trust, my lord."
"I forgot to ask, why didn't your family come with you?"
"They..." the young man said with a look of shame on his face, "They are unwilling to give up the life of a shepherd. They say that all farmers are despicable..."
"Despicable mud, maybe a little worse than mud." Reggie sighed. This attitude was expected. He knew that most herdsmen would not accept the farming life, "But why did you come to Blackwater City?"
"Because I don't want to live with the sheep all my life, I want to have a better life. The werewolves on the grassland all yearn for Blackwater City."
Looking at the light in Sakason's eyes reminded Reggie of the time when he went to the big city, that look was called a dream.
"Come on, young man, I firmly believe that you can gain a foothold in Blackwater City. There is a school in the city. If you really want to have a piece of the sky, you must go to school."
Sakason saluted Reggie respectfully. Just as he was about to walk out of the room, he found Modessa suddenly pushing the door open and walking in. He was so frightened that he took a step back.
"Who are you?" Modessa looked Sakason up and down.
Shakason whispered: "My name is Shakason. I was originally a shepherd on the west side of the grassland, and now I am a farmer in Blackwater City."
Modessa stared at Sakason for a while, watching him curling up his clothes. Modessa asked again: "What are you holding in your hand?"
Sakason spread his hands and said, "Nothing, sir."
Modesa originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but he heard Reggie say: "You scared him, let him do what he needs to do!"
Modessa got out of the way, and the young man left with a blushing face. Modessa closed the door and sighed: "You already have so many girls, why do you still keep this habit?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Reggie glared, "He is the best farmer in Blackwater City. I mean the shepherd-turned-farmer."
Modesa shook his head and said: "I'm afraid he is neither a shepherd nor a farmer. There is a strange callus on his right hand. I am very familiar with that kind of callus."
"What kind of cocoon?"
Modesa stretched out his right hand, pointed at the tiger's mouth and said: "Look at this callus, it is thicker than a gold coin. This is the callus left when practicing daggers, and this young man's callus is almost as thick as mine.
"
"You mean, he is..."
"He should be an assassin."
Reggie took a breath: "You can't make a mistake, right?"
Modesa shook his head and said, "Absolutely not. When he saw me, he retracted his right hand. That was preparation before drawing the sword. Only the best assassins would react like that out of caution.
For safety reasons, you can kill him immediately. If you want to catch all the fish, then you need to find someone to keep an eye on him."
…
Back in the field, Sakason watered the potato seedlings again. The farmer from Shattered Snow City gave instructions: "Don't water them anymore. Potatoes don't need that much water."
"If you water them more, the potatoes will grow faster. I really want to see the harvest earlier."
"Don't be stupid. If you keep watering like this, the roots will rot. Go back and rest for a while. You don't have to take care of the potatoes so much."
Sakason never rested. He had been busy ever since he came to Blackwater City. After taking care of his own fields, he would go to help other people's fields. After finishing the work in the fields, he would go to the river.
Do part-time work.
Reggie was building a water conservancy project. The locals had warned Reggie that in autumn, the Blackwater River would suddenly dry up for a period of time. It is said that the Freezing Demon in the upper reaches sucked up all the water in order to create ice and snow. At that time, even the draft of the entire Blackwater City would be reduced.
difficult.
Guarding such a large river should face a water crisis. This is obviously unacceptable to Reggie. The craftsmanship of the pond is very simple, but it requires more labor. The herdsmen not only have no habit of farming, but also have no habit of working.
, although Reggie offered very high wages, there were still very few people coming to work.
Sakason waved the pickaxe vigorously. His posture when using the tool was as clumsy as when he used farm tools. Because the sight was not enough, he dug the pickaxe on the stone, and the handle of the pickaxe broke. An orc peon stepped forward and scolded him.
A few sentences.
"Shakason, this is the third pickaxe you have broken. Before this, I would have deducted all your wages!"
"Sir, it's all my fault, and I'm willing to accept your punishment."
Sakason's attitude made it impossible to lose his temper with him. The hard worker blushed and said, "Stop calling me Sir. Go get a new tool."
A shepherd handed the pickaxe to Sakason: "This is for you, I still like to use the shovel."
Sakason picked up the pickaxe and swung it vigorously. The shepherd said from the side: "Be careful, don't make me suffer the punishment together with you!"
After a busy day like this, Sakason returned home. It was not until he walked into the door of the house that Tyre, who was following behind him, breathed a sigh of relief.
He found Modesa and complained: "This is a great young man who is extremely motivated. What's the use of following him and learning from his perseverance and perseverance?"
"Don't be so anxious," Modesa handed Tell a glass of wine, "We don't know what he did at home yet."
Tyr said angrily: "I won't follow him to his house, and I can't do it!"
"You don't have to go to his house." Modessa set up two telescopes. "Don't forget to have this."
…
Sakason lay on the bed and took a nap for a while. He first went to the window to look at the scenery, and then opened the door to ventilate the room.
Thiel looked at the telescope for a long time, rubbed his sore eyes, and said to Modesa: "How boring we must be, why do we want to pry into a man's life?"
Modesa whispered: "Can't you still see that this is an expert?"
Modesa's judgment was correct. Sakason was indeed an expert. His series of casual actions were actually checking to see if anyone was following him. He knew that Reggie had a good tracker beside him, and he also knew that Reggie had a long distance.
Tools for spying on others.
Seeing Sakason lock the door and draw the curtains, Tyre turned around and said, "You have nothing to do this time, right?"
Modesa smoked tobacco carelessly: "It doesn't matter, I still have a way."
Sakason took out a note from his belt, which he got from his companion when he took the pickaxe.
There is only one word on the note: tomorrow night.
He burned the note to ashes, threw it into the bucket, and then lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Until dawn the next day, after he left the house, a figure appeared at his door.
The invisible witch Salena has been lurking in his house all night, and now she wants to report the news to Reggie immediately.