With the help of caring people, the news that the descendants of the gods had rebuilt Asgard spread like wildfire in the Froststone Camp as if they had wings.
A new world of gods after Ragnarok, such a beautiful vision, like a lighthouse appearing in the dark sea, is enough to make everyone crazy.
At first, some people questioned the authenticity of the news, but with the personal statement of the tribal leader McGill, the detailed description of his nephew Masikon's soul returning to the Hall of Valor, and the supporting oaths of the twenty-one clan leaders, the entire camp suddenly fell into a belief fever.
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But the person involved in all this, Todd, didn't know it at all. He spent all day in the snuff workshop, tinkering with the specialties of Froststone Camp with a group of shamans headed by Minnie.
"Selecting ingredients is the first step. The first thing to do is to smell." Todd picked up a handful of dried tobacco, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully: "The aroma should be moderate, not earthy, too heavy or too smelly.
Any scent that is too light is not suitable for making the best snus."
Then, he pointed a tobacco leaf at the sun, pointed at the veins inside, and said to the shamans: "The next thing to do is to look at it. A good tobacco leaf should be a thick brown leaf. If the color is too light or too dark, it will not be suitable."
, it’s not good if the leaves are too thick or too thin.”
"The last thing is touch." Todd gently touched the tobacco leaves along the veins of the tobacco leaves with his fingertips, then rubbed his index finger and thumb together, and said, "The best tobacco, after it is dried, feels
There should be a slightly sticky feeling, like there are some oil stains on the leaves."
Todd put down the tobacco in his hand, pointed to the grinding dishes and clay pots in the room and said: "The next process is to grind the tobacco into fine powder, filter it through a silk sieve, and finally put it into clay pots and seal it underground for fermentation.
"
Hearing this, Minnie laughed, and the wrinkles on her face squeezed together with her movements: "Chief, your knowledge on tobacco has surprised us old people who have been immersed in medicinal herbs for decades.
"
Todd waved his hand mockingly: "There was a time in the past when life was monotonous and boring, and studying tobacco became one of my few interests... Not to mention this, the problem is that I still know a little bit about the manufacturing process.
, but when it comes to product formulas, there’s nothing I can do.”
Minnie nodded: "We old people still have some experience in herbs and materials, and we will definitely be able to debug the best products."
After encouraging the group of shamans, Todd left the workshop and returned to the small building.
Rachel was busy sorting out the tribe's statistics when she saw Todd coming in and nodded slightly.
Todd looked around and asked, "Where's Deirdre?"
Rachel wrote a series of numbers on the paper and said casually: "In the room upstairs, Marcicon's spiritual summoning ritual consumed a lot of her energy, and she has not recovered yet."
Todd opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally sighed: "Let her rest well."
Rachel raised her head, glanced at him, and said nothing.
"How's the situation at camp?"
Rachel picked up the statistical form and said to Todd: "There are almost more than 1,200 people in the camp. Excluding knights and gladiators, the barbarian warriors have been trained into an army of 240 people. In addition, the walls of the camp
The Hejia Tower has been completed, and the basic defense capabilities are in place."
Todd scratched his head: "Well, what about the problems in the camp?"
"The biggest trouble is food. Aisha's fleet won't arrive until next week, but this time she comes, and part of the space in the cabin has to be used for placing snuff bottles, which severely limits the amount of food transported." Rachel
Turning over the paper in his hand: "Although it is spring now, the camp can rely on hunting and fishing to replenish the food bank, but the population is growing too fast, and the snuff trade still needs to go through a series of processes of production, shipment, promotion, and sales.
, I’m worried that this will not keep up with our needs.”
Todd held his chin in his hand and remained silent.
Rachel suddenly remembered something and asked: "I remember that the veterinarian named Wayne said that he wanted to build a blood worm breeding farm? Maybe we can also build the same building here and use those blood worms to
Supplementary food supply?”
Todd shook his head: "Yesterday, I also held a regular meeting with Muxi City's cabinet. According to Qiao, although bloodworms breed quickly and produce high amounts of meat, there is a toxin in the body that can cause inflammatory disease when eaten by humans.
Diarrhea, palpitations and even fainting, but the griffins are fine after eating them. Therefore, those bloodworms can only be used as food for griffons and cannot be used as food for humans."
Rachel was a little frustrated: "If this is the case, then I suggest suspending the admission of immigrants."
Todd touched his chin and thought carefully for a while, then suddenly asked: "What is the reaction in the camp now about the descendants of the gods?"
"With the testimony of the tribal leaders, coupled with your great display of power on the battlefield last winter, all the people in the tribe are convinced of the rumors of rebuilding Asgard. In every tribe, you can see it everywhere
Totems and murals of your tyrant form.”
Todd pondered for a moment: "So about the founding of the country..."
"I don't recommend that you rush to build a country now." Rachel brushed her hair beside her ears: "Once the foundation of the camp is not stable, if you rush to seize power from the patriarchs at this time, trouble may occur;
Secondly, announcing the establishment of a country at this time will definitely arouse the vigilance of Ulster and Connaught. These two countries are already at war with each other on the border, and we have no reason to attract unnecessary attention."
Todd nodded in agreement: "So in your opinion, what should I do now?"
Rachel raised her fingers: "In summary, there are four goals. One, to consolidate your identity as the Holy Spirit; two, to reduce the influence of the tribe; three, to increase the food in the camp; and four, to expand the army in your hands."
"Rachel, have you discovered that these four goals can actually be achieved simultaneously using one method?"
Todd's words made Rachel a little confused: "Achieve it at the same time? What method?"
"war."
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There is a special prisoner imprisoned in the prison of Froststone Camp.
Todd looked down at the disheveled and injured Ulster minister in front of him without saying a word.
Fergal, who was a prisoner of his subordinates, looked at Todd with cloudy eyes and suddenly grinned.
Todd was a little surprised: "Why are you laughing?"
"Your arrival means that I can survive. Isn't this something worth celebrating?"
"Did I say I wouldn't kill you?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't have come to see me in person." Fergal's gaze became sharp: "If I'm not wrong, you have something to ask of me."
Todd knelt down, looked up and down at this powerful minister who was once inferior to one person and surpassed ten thousand people, shook his head and said: "I want to disappoint you, I am not here to ask you for anything, but to estimate your value.
"
Fergal looked deeply at the other person and suddenly said: "Looking at the whole of Ulster, you will never find anyone who is as familiar with the kingdom as I am."
Todd shrugged, found a clean place outside the prison, sat down, and calmly said to Fergal: "Keep talking, I'm listening."
"The distribution of troops, the cages of slaves, the loopholes in the defense line, I know everything you want to know, not only that, which city has a granary, which castle hides treasure, which noble family is the richest..."
Listening to Fergal talk about personal values, Todd suddenly remembered the leading party that often appeared in film and television works in his previous life.
Looking at the expressionless Todd, Fergal was a little flustered: "If you are not interested in any of this, I can lead you to reveal the kingdom's biggest secret - the war beast!"
Todd's eyes lit up: "War beast?!"
Fugal nodded hurriedly and said: "The kingdom has several top-secret war beast breeding grounds, which contain the methods and materials used by the kingdom to breed war beasts for thousands of years."
Todd suppressed his curiosity and said to Fergal with a smile: "So, what do you want in return? For example, let you go back to Ulster?"
Fergal shook his head vigorously: "Based on Conchiebo's personality, he will definitely blame all the failure of this war on me. If I go back like this, death will be my only destination."
"Then how about giving you wealth? You can take this money and go to a safe place to spend the rest of your life."
"Walking in the north with a large sum of money is like a hare pacing under the eyes of a hunter. It is a complete act of seeking death!"
"How about power? I can give you a sinecure in the tribe."
"I used to be a favorite of the Kingdom of Ulster. Almost half of the people in the Froststone Camp want to kill me. If I seek power here, they will die a violent death sooner or later."
"You don't want freedom, wealth, or power." Todd was completely at his wits end: "What on earth do you want?!"
Fergal knelt on the ground, crawled forward two steps, grasped the bars of the cage tightly with both hands, and whispered: "Boyle, listen! Troops, food, treasures, war beasts... all the information about the kingdom.
And secrets, I can tell you all, I only have one request..."
Fergal desperately stretched his head forward and stared at the other person: "I want you to swear to the gods that you will marry my daughter Emerl!"...