On the beach of Crescent Island, the ground was dyed red with blood, and Zheng Dong could even clearly see the remains of severed limbs all over the ground.
I have to say that the scene in front of me was too terrifying and bloody for Zheng Dong, who had only seen horror movies in his life.
He frowned, suppressed his discomfort, and focused his attention on Allen again.
On the deck of a sailboat.
Allen was condescending, looking at Fulen kneeling in front of him, and felt a turmoil in his heart.
"He's actually...a member of the revival meeting!"
Allen looked at the black magic lines on Fulun's left cheek and finally confirmed his identity.
"You are the caster."
Hearing this, Fulen, who was trembling at first, stiffened and then collapsed: "Yes, sir. But I have nothing to do with the Revival Society anymore. I am a defector."
Alan believed that the people in the revival group would not be so weak-minded. They were a group of lunatics who wanted to overthrow the rule of the knights at any time.
In the Knight Continent, the Renaissance Society is the public enemy of all nobles. It is said that they are the remnants of the Magic Empire era.
Allen, who had experienced the destruction of his family, was not interested in encircling and suppressing the Renaissance. Besides, the man in front of him was just a defector. What Allen considered was what benefits this person could bring to him.
Only children talk about hatred, adults talk about interests.
Viscount Winter knew Flan's identity, but he didn't dare to use him.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Flan, sir."
"Tell me your worth," Allen put the sword on Flan's neck again, "This will determine whether you can survive."
Hearing Allen's gloomy words, Fulen hurriedly said: "I can make magic potions, whether they are knight potions or extraordinary potions, I can refine them, and... and I am a spellcaster
I am an apprentice, I know meditation, and I also know a few basic spell models, I...don’t kill me, I am useful to you, sir!”
Allen looked at the incoherent Fulen and smiled contemptuously: "Is this the spellcaster who competed with the knights back then?"
After hearing this, a flash of shame and anger flashed in Fulun's eyes, but he quickly covered it up, and kept flattering him: "My lord is right, how can a mere spell caster compete with the extraordinary knight."
Seeing that Fulen was so shameless, Allen suddenly lost interest in continuing to ridicule him. He picked up Fulen in one hand and a sword in the other, captured all the sailors on the sailboat, and escorted them off the ship.
Back on the island, the natives burst into loud cheers.
"Master God Envoy! Master God Envoy!"
"Master God Envoy is indeed sent by the gods to save us!"
"God has defeated the devil!"
"Excellent, praise the great gods!"
"..."
Some of the indigenous people cried excitedly, while others cheered excitedly.
Allen brought Fulen back to the tribe, and after constant questioning along the way, he finally learned of Viscount Winter's plan.
Viscount Winter sent people here this time because he wanted to properly manage Crescent Island and turn it into an island dedicated to producing various magic potions for the territory.
This time he sent Chris and others over, not only intending to refine the potion, but also prepared a large number of potion seeds, hoping to plant them on Crescent Island.
The conditions for growing magic potions are very harsh. The only kind of black soil that can grow magic potions is called magic soil in the Knight Continent.
As Viscount Winter, he naturally cannot own magic soil, but the plains of Crescent Island that he accidentally discovered are full of this kind of soil.
This is the greatest value of Crescent Island.
As long as they control this island, the Winter family will prosper forever and may even become a member of the great nobility.
"So, you guys are just outposts?"
"Yes, sir." Fulen didn't dare to hide anything and told the truth.
Just as he was about to say something, a voice came into Allen's mind.
"Alan, let him keep making knight potions from now on."
"As you wish, great God."
Allen heard the voice in his head and immediately knelt on the ground and said piously.
Seeing Allen suddenly kneeling to the ground, Fulen was at a loss. He didn't know what the cruel knight in front of him was going crazy about, but he hoped it wouldn't implicate him.
"Flen, listen, from now on, you must make ten knight potions every day, and..."
"Ten copies?!" Fulen exclaimed, "Sir, with my mental power, I can only make up to five knight potions and one spiritual enlightenment potion a day. As for more, I really can't do it."
"What a waste!" Allen cursed.
"Then make five knight potions every day. In addition, you must pray with the people in the tribe every day."
"pray?"
Fulen was a little confused and didn't know what Allen meant by praying. Allen didn't explain it, but Fulen would naturally know it by then.
...
In a rental house.
Zheng Dong's consciousness returned to his body and he opened his eyes.
"What a risk!"
Zheng Dong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Allen's strength was improved in time, otherwise the foundation he had laid on Crescent Island would have been destroyed this time.
At present, it seems that although the problem of Viscount Winter has not been completely solved, with Allen, the earth knight, in charge, Zheng Dong finally does not have the same sense of urgency as before. After all, the strongest combat power that Viscount Winter can bring to the table is just
Knight of the Earth.
When Fulun refines the knight potion and trains a few more temple knights, he will be completely relieved. Then the person who should worry may be Viscount Winter.
Thinking of this, Zheng Dong looked at his phone and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock.
"Hurry up and teach that little girl Zhao Mengqi." Zheng Dong muttered, he would not admit that he was so active just to earn money.
After closing the door of the rental house and walking in the dirty urban village, Zheng Dong was in a very good mood. Even seeing a wild dog grabbing food from the trash can on the roadside was much more pleasing to his eyes.
"I am now a rich man with a huge amount of money. Do you want to change my living environment?" Zheng Dong looked at the wild dog thoughtfully, causing the wild dog to bark at him twice.
I thought Zheng Dong was trying to steal its food.