It's late at night, and Hanfeng City is still busy.
Among Zhou Qingfeng's many abilities, 'Connect to the Internet' is one of the skills that is rarely used. It comes from the pituitary gland of the acidophilic ant queen and was enchanted in his mind by the goddess of the night, Shar.
This skill allows him to connect with his subordinates, servants or low-level intelligent beings within a hundred meters. But usually he has a master-servant contract with his maid. To contact other subordinates, one hundred meters is too close.
After reaching level five, the quality of the soul increases by one level, and the effective range of the 'link network' increases to five hundred meters. This distance makes some sense.
By staying at the Arcane Research Association, Zhou Qingfeng can contact many subordinates who are busy in the city. If his position is adjusted, it will be like a communication base station, which can conduct command and communication within 500 meters.
The distance of five hundred meters is already very large, almost 0.75 square kilometers.
Most of the properties that the Long-Legs family wants to sell in the city are within this distance. Rubio and others are scattered everywhere, and a lot of information that needs to be communicated can be transmitted quickly.
Counting, accepting, transport capacity allocation, storage and storage, the situation in more than a dozen different locations is reasonably arranged. Zhou Qingfeng can also direct Adrian to let the transportation team personnel and carriages go where they should go.
In an era when communication basically relied on shouting, this greatly improved management efficiency. The disadvantage is that Zhou Qingfeng's mind is often confused. Many people send communication requests concurrently in the same channel, so it is better for him to take the initiative to poll in a time-sharing manner.
To be honest, this ability was super easy to use but super tiring. He really wanted to throw it to Book Charm Sophia.
Due to civil unrest, the Coldwind City Inspection Office was unable to perform its functions, and the city gates were not closed at night. The materials sold by the Long Legs were inventoried and immediately transported out of the city, and a transportation team composed of hundreds of horse-drawn carriages continued to work.
It was also late at night, but the palace of the lord of the Long-Legs family was in a state of panic. The slaves were taking out the valuable property that had been sealed for decades from the cellar and loading it onto the carriage to be transported away.
Some wooden boxes had rotted for a long time, and they disintegrated and fell while being moved, and gold and silver were scattered all over the floor. Phils stood with long legs outside the cellar, and a silver candlestick rolled to his feet.
The maid carrying the wooden box hurriedly packed it up. When she saw Phils, she stopped a few steps closer and pointed timidly at the candlestick on the ground. "Your Excellency, City Lord, I want to take this candlestick away."
Phils didn't even move his eyes, and only ordered the entourage on his left and right, "Throw this idiot out and sell it. Our family does not need this kind of useless trash."
The attendants who followed rushed forward like wolves and tigers, held down the maid's hands and feet and dragged her away. The poor woman was frightened and cried bitterly. The other servants did not dare to speak, they could only bury their heads and tremble, working hard.
The silver candlestick on the ground automatically flew up and landed in Phils' hand. His cold eyes moved a few times to roughly identify the manufacturing process and style of the candlestick.
This thing can be regarded as an ancient relic, bearing the mark of the Netheril Empire thousands of years ago. I don’t know which generation of the Long-Legs family leader collected it and kept it in the cellar for decades. Now that it has been dug out, the Long-Legs family is facing a problem.
A catastrophe.
Phils threw away the valuable candlestick and turned around to leave the cellar. The precious silverware jingled and rolled everywhere behind him. The servants held their breath until the 'ice cube' left.
Outside the cellar, go up the spiral staircase.
The servants were selling the furniture displayed in the house, using all their strength to move it. Phils saw that one of his grandfather's beloved recliners had a leg missing during the transportation, and a pile of inexplicable debris was piled on top, waiting to be removed.
Sell at appraised value.
An unknown fire burned in Phils's heart, and he snorted coldly as he walked through the corridor. Several servants who approached felt severe pain in their heads, and fell to the ground with a buzzing sound, their bodies covered with thin ice.
At the end of the corridor is the bedroom of 'Old Long Legs', where Columfield is waiting to die. Long Legs is lying on the luxurious bed, dying. The old man has reached the end of his life, and his soul is about to go to the 'Rageous Heart', the kingdom of the Frost Goddess.
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Several important members of the family were guarding the big bed. Old Bank, who was from the prophecy department, used the 'Secret Eye'. The floating invisible eye patrolled the Cold Wind City, and the clairvoyant image was projected over the bedroom.
The bedroom was dull and cold.
According to the projection returned by the 'Secret Eye', the Cold Wind City was very lively at night.
Just outside the city lord's palace, a team of carriages had just arrived. The car in front had a torch with the 'Eternal Flame' on. The driver passed through the tight surveillance of the opposing sides and took hundreds of coolies to carry the long legs.
Household furniture and miscellaneous items for sale.
Phils' grandfather's recliner is being moved.
"What's so good about this?" Phils said angrily.
Old Bank used more than one secret eye, and there were several projections that lit up in the cold bedroom. He pointed at several of them, "These motorcades belong to Victor Hugo. They are like a nest of ants,
The cooperation was very good.”
The 'Secret Eye' is an important means for the Long Legs to monitor the 'rebellions' in the city. Fiers has more than once tried to find the opponent's weak points to counterattack. However, the direct lineage in his hands became less and less, and in the end he could only be trapped.
The 'secret eye' that is constantly being used has become an important means to prevent 'rebellious' surprise attacks.
"Look." Bank pointed to another 'Secret Eye' projection, "That's where we just sold a pottery store, and the inventory in the store was moved out. Victor Hugo's carriage team will arrive soon."
"So what?" Phils disagreed.
"Look again." Bank pointed at the two projections. "The motorcade outside the pottery shop is blocking Kingfisher Street. Another motorcade from outside the city is coming, and it also has to pass through Kingfisher Street. Pay attention, you pay attention."
There are no traffic guards on the streets of Hanfeng City, let alone traffic police. Even the streets themselves are not spacious enough, and there are no two-way lanes. Different fleets are blocked on the streets, and chaos caused by poor traffic occurs every day.
Horse-drawn carriages are no different than cars. It is easier to move forward than to retreat. Once a straight street is blocked, it is a big problem to clear it.
Phils had already foreseen that the two convoys would be blocked on Kingfisher Street. However, the convoy that had just entered the city turned flexibly when passing through an intersection and passed through another road.
"Look, look." Bank reminded loudly.
Phils was already surprised, "Someone is directing?"
"Yes." Bank confirmed in a deep voice, "This has happened several times. There are people at every traffic intersection in the city, but how do these people know the situation at another intersection, and how do they know that a convoy is going to pass?
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"Messaging?" Phils replied.
"Impossible." Bank denied categorically. "The communication technique can only communicate within sight range, and the duration is limited. Victor Hugo's subordinates are all ordinary people, not wizards."
At the gate of the city lord's palace, the sundries that had just been moved out were loaded onto the carriage, including Phils's grandfather's lame rocking chair, which was also sold. The motorcade started heading towards the north gate. At the same time, the motorcade at the entrance of the pottery shop was also loaded.
Set off at the same time.
The two convoys headed to the same city gate from different roads, and the floating 'secret eyes' immediately tracked them.
As Phils watched, the convoy carrying pottery suddenly accelerated and passed through the city gate first. The convoy carrying sundries deliberately slowed down to avoid a collision between the two convoys.
Complex logistics is like the blood vessels of the human body. Efficient operation can bring smooth coordination. Phils whispered in surprise: "How is it done? How do two convoys controlled by ignorant civilians avoid colliding?"
Smooth roads bring extremely high transportation efficiency. Zhou Qingfeng's men are quickly moving away the Long Legs' supplies, and the time savings alone can bring huge benefits.
The old man lying on the big bed raised his hand and shouted hoarsely. He waved to his eldest son, laboriously and vaguely...
"Fiers, you have to be careful. My lord has just sent me an oracle, and there is a god standing behind the enemy. He is far more powerful than you think. He is really very strong."
The old man with long legs grabbed the eldest son's clothes and used all his strength.
"My child, you can't fail next, you absolutely can't fail. Once you fail, you will not only lose yourself, but the entire family will be buried with it. My Lord's wrath is not something a mortal can bear."
God?!
Phils was shocked and wanted to ask a few more questions. But the old man's long-legged arm suddenly fell down, as if these words had exhausted all his life force and passed away suddenly.