Volume 7: Doing Business with the World Chapter 225 The Spellcasters Who Came to Your Door
"Aldoni!"
Alman jumped onto the canal dock and hugged his old friend excitedly before letting him go, laughing out loud: "I haven't had the chance to run into you for decades, old friend, it's so nice to see you!"
Bearded Feng was also very happy. He patted Alman on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Me too, old brother!"
While the two were happily reminiscing about the past, the other condemned ones got off the canal boat with curious looks on their faces, marveling at the endless fertile fields on both sides of the canal.
"Wow~ If it weren't for the fact that this is the territory of the Snow Wolf Tribe, I would have thought we had come to the home of the Minotaur! What is this? Oh, it's soybeans! Look, there's actually a pond over there. What is the purpose of digging a pond so close to the river?"
Aisha seemed to have ADHD. While others were still overwhelmed by the ten-day journey on the sea and canal boats, he ran off the boat and rushed to the dock with great energy, chattering and wanting to run towards the pond.
"Stupid—" The female traveler's face changed slightly, she reached out to grab it, but failed.
At the critical moment... the snow werewolf who brought them up stretched out his long arms, grabbed the back of Aisha's clothes, and pulled the overly excited boy back.
"Don't run around." The Snow Wolf Boatman said seriously, "There are a lot of mosquitoes next to the pond. Humans are prone to getting sick if bitten by insects. You can't go there."
"..." Aisha, with her feet dangling in the air, turned her head and stared at the other person blankly, forgetting to struggle.
"Why don't you come back here, you damn boy!" said the bearded Feng angrily.
The snow wolf boatman let go, Aisha looked at him, then at the pond not far away, swallowed... and obediently returned to the teacher.
Alman held back his laughter. He had a lot of headaches because of his stupid disciple Adam, but looking at Aisha... he thought Adam was okay: "Is this the new disciple you mentioned in the letter? The boy looks really energetic."
"You're overexcited." Bearded Feng looked unhappy.
"Please check your belongings and make sure they are not left on the boat!" The Snow Wolf boatman saw that everyone had gotten off the boat and shouted, "We will be loading the goods to the Snake Tribe soon. If you leave anything on the boat, you will not be able to find it until the next day or the day after tomorrow!"
The condemned had no chance to come into contact with the Snow Wolf Tribe when they boarded the ship to cross the sea. After getting off the ship at the Elf Port, they had experienced the Snow Wolf Tribe's nanny treatment in the past two days. The care and treatment of the human race were all based on "our Thrall". It is no exaggeration to say that even when someone goes to the toilet, they have to remind them to go together, and what to do if they are bitten by some insect...
The female traveler looked down at her package, confirmed that everything was there, nodded in relief, and walked behind the teacher with the other senior students.
Then she saw Aisha with empty hands...
“Why are you so troublesome, you damn child?!” The female traveler was so angry that she ran to the ship. The people had already started the gas engine, and the device at the stern that looked like an alchemical creation was spewing black smoke...
With the successful development of pneumatic engines, the ships sailing on the Jinjiang Canal took advantage of this opportunity to upgrade their weapons: all the original raft boats that were randomly pieced together with wood were eliminated and replaced with beautiful steel plate boats with pneumatic devices - well, the beauty here is only relative to the original tattered raft boats, the shape is still the straight and straight raft shape.
Why would a canal boat that mainly delivers goods need a bicycle? Why would it need a cabin, seats, and a beautiful design? No way... As long as the carrying capacity is large enough, it's done.
Practicality is the bottom line!
Led by Alman, a group of condemned people walked down the dock and stepped onto the road built by the grassland people. These descendants of "J" stopped in amazement and looked at the strange road surface in wonder.
Bearded von Aldoni squatted down and touched the cement road surface that felt like stone. He was puzzled: "How was this road built? Why does it look like... stone giant magic was used to pave the road?"
Alman couldn't help but smile. "I thought so when I first came here, but the roads they have built are too long and too many, and the ground in the grassland tribes is also made of such roads. If we use stone giant magic to do this, how many royal magician groups of the kingdoms will be enough?"
Aldoni asked in confusion: "Is it some kind of alchemical creation? Like the weird device they installed on the ship?"
"No, no, that's not it. Ayun is not such a lavish person. He is not willing to use alchemical creations to build roads and pave squares." Alman said happily, "There is no need to rush, old friend . Since you are here, you will know sooner or later."
Aldoni thought the same thing, clapped his hands, stood up, and continued on his way.
In the southern continent, the descendants of "J" have always lived in hiding. This time, so many people gathered together and took a boat to travel to the northern continent. Everyone felt quite fresh. They could gather together openly and walk in the sun. The feeling was naturally even fresher. Not to mention that the young man Aisha looked like he had ADHD. The expressions of others were also quite relaxed. They chatted with people around them as they walked. The atmosphere was indescribably relaxed and harmonious, almost like a tour group of middle-aged and elderly people...
After walking out of the soybean field and seeing a large group of neatly-lined buildings in the distance, this group of middle-aged and elderly tourists stopped chatting and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is this a grassland tribe?!" Aldoni looked at his old friend in surprise.
Alman laughed again. "It looks like a big town, doesn't it, except it doesn't have walls."
"What do you mean by like? This is basically a city..." Aldoni muttered, looking towards the endless greenhouse area, "Why are the houses over there so weird? They are so wide and big, and the roofs are glowing? Who lives there?"
"It's not for people to live in, but... well, for crops to live in. That area used to be full of greenhouses, with steel-framed glass panels on the roofs to let in light, and crops that can't adapt to the low temperatures on the grassland were grown in there. Oh, they also raised a lot of earthworms." Alman introduced casually.
"Crops also live in houses..." Not only Aldoni, but the old guys around who heard this couldn't help but twitch their lips.
"Who says the summer on the grassland is too short? It's still quite warm in Valentine now, right? It's different on the grassland. At night, if you don't cover yourself with a thick blanket, you'll wake up with cold."
Everyone thought so and decided that when Knight Robins led the ship to sea, everyone only needed to wear a single piece of clothing. But when they got off the ship at the Elf Port, the older people, such as Aldoni, had to put on an extra coat.
"...He likes farming so much, is he a Snow Wolf or a Tauren?" Aisha muttered in a low voice.
No one paid any attention to him, even the female walker was too lazy to even glance at him.
Gradually walking into the Fire Tribe, the Condemned, who had been marveling at the grassland tribe's construction capabilities for a long time, suddenly felt something was wrong.
Walking to the tribal square and surrounded by buildings, the condemned felt even more strange - it was too quiet, wasn't it?!
All the houses seemed to be empty, no one could be seen, no sound could be heard; it seemed that they were the only living people in the entire tribe who had just walked in, and everyone could even hear the echo of their own footsteps...
Aldoni released his spiritual field and quietly "scanned" several houses they passed by, but he didn't find a single living thing. He couldn't help but ask Alman, "Why is it so quiet? Where are the grassland people?"
"It's working hours now, of course there's no one here." Alman seemed very used to it and didn't react at all. "It would be terrible if there were people here. Those who are caught skipping work will be punished by taking care of children... taking care of wolf cubs."
The condemned ones: “???”
Yarman smiled again and said, "The grassland tribes believe that those who do not work shall not eat. Even though I look like a guest, I have work to do on weekdays. I knew you were coming today, so I took a day off. Adam is not so lucky. He is still cleaning the rabbit shed."
The condemned ones: “???”
"Mr. Alman, aren't we here to study? Why do we still have to work?" Aisha said in horror.
"Of course we are here to learn, but the classes are held at night, so we have to work during the day." Alman said, "That's okay. Sage Ayun taught us knowledge without charging any money, and also provided us with food and lodging. Isn't it great to be able to repay him with work?"
The condemned ones actually agreed with this and nodded... These guys had never succeeded in their revolution and had suffered a lot, so they were not like would put on airs.
Aisha: “…”
The young man hung his head dejectedly - he thought that leaving the southern continent would allow him to enjoy the life of a spellcaster, but it turned out to be just jumping from one pit into another!
"Let's go to the cafeteria to eat first. Ah Yun said that it's unreasonable to let guests who come from afar go hungry." Alman smiled, "The cafeteria is occupied. It's not as empty as here, which is creepy."
The canteen has been expanded several times, but it has never moved to its original location and is still located in the northwest corner of the tribe.
As the group approached the cafeteria, they finally heard voices and saw people.
Then, the group of condemned people took a deep breath again...
The canteen had to provide three meals a day for nearly ten thousand mouths, nine out of ten of which were big eaters. One could imagine the workload. When the condemned followed Alman over, the canteen was preparing lunch, so this group of humans had the honor of "appreciating" the work of the Snow Wolf Chef.
In front of a washbasin that is bigger than a bathtub, a 2.3-meter-tall Snow Wolf tribe strongman with muscles as developed as a stone giant is shirtless and wearing an apron. His arms, which are thicker than an ordinary person's thighs, are kneading dough hard.
Next to them, in front of a small pond-like pool, three strong men from the Snow Wolf Clan were washing a mountain of vegetables with nimble hands and feet.
A little further on, next to a counter that was longer than a flatbed truck, five or six sturdy Snow Wolf men were standing in a row, kneading dough skillfully, wrapping stuffing, rolling it into sheets, brushing it with oil and chili sauce, and then throwing the finished products into the wall of an oven that was as big as a small house to bake.
A little further away, at the butcher's counter and the vegetable counter, the chefs were either chopping meat with a bone-chopping knife, or peeling radishes and cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife...
Past the butcher's counter, there was a row of stoves and large iron pots. Some of the pots had tall steamers on them, some were cooking soup, and some were frying vegetables...
The condemned ones: “…” dumbfounded.jpg.
How did the people on Earth feel when they discovered that Schwarzenegger is actually a skilled chef? That’s how the Condemned are feeling now.
Alman, who was used to seeing this, didn't have so many thoughts and walked over naturally: "Niu Jiao, I'm here with people."
The sturdy man who was kneading the dough kept moving his hands and glanced over here sideways.
"..."All the condemned ones felt that this fierce general was looking at them.
"Lunch is not ready yet. But there are some vegetable rice and wheat cakes left over from this morning. Can we have them first?" Niu Jiao said to Alman while kneading the dough.
"Okay." Alman said.
"Ye Zi, go heat up some food for them!" Niu Jiao yelled at someone who was washing vegetables.
The condemned looked over and saw... the burly man with such a cute name stood up, shook his hands, and strode into the kitchen...
"We come here so as not to disturb their work." Alman waved to his companions who were in mixed emotions.
In the No. 1 dining hall, which was as big as two sheds, dozens of condemned people sat at several tables. After Alman sat down, Aldoni couldn't help but ask, "Didn't the grassland tribe employ many human beings? Why... do they still do the kitchen work themselves?"
In the human world, being a cook is not a good job.
Yarman chuckled. "This is what Ayun said about the racial and cultural differences, Aldoni. I had similar questions when I first came here, but later I learned that in the culture of the Snow Wolf Tribe, being a cook is a profession second only to being a warrior in terms of honor."
The condemned people at the same table and the next table: "???"
"Don't disbelieve it. Working in the cafeteria is hard, but they are reluctant to let anyone in. The threshold is very high. Of course, the Snow Wolf Tribe is indeed good at cooking. Many Snow Wolves who can't be chefs have also mastered good skills through self-study." Alman explained.
The condemned ones: "..."
"But there is a difference between self-taught chefs and cafeteria chefs. You'll know if you've eaten in the cafeteria." Alman said with a smile, "The forest elves, dark elves, and snow elves have proposed more than once that they want to hire a chef from the Snow Wolf Tribe with a large sum of money, but the grassland tribe has not relented yet. Mumu, who runs a food store in the dungeon, and Ashu in the Elf Port, have attracted many adventurers, but they are not considered official chefs in their eyes."
The condemned ones: "..."
"Could it be that the food made by the Snow Wolf Tribe is better than the food of Knight Robbins?" Aisha asked curiously, "Isn't the cooking method of Knight Robbins's food passed down from the grassland? There shouldn't be such a big difference, right?"
Alman chuckled and said nothing. He was too lazy to answer such a stupid question.
Aldoni swallowed his saliva and said, "Well... after all, they are the race that wrote the "Travels of the Gourmet Hunter", so they are naturally different."
"Wait, could it be that the legendary gourmet hunter is actually a snow werewolf?" Aisha was shocked. "That doesn't make sense. Isn't the gourmet hunter a walker? How could he have a physique like a snow werewolf?"
Alman glanced at Aisha and said to Aldoni earnestly: "Old buddy, there is something I need to tell you in advance. Don't ask the sage Ayun about the identity of the gourmet hunter here."
Aldoni: “Huh?”
Aisha was surprised: "Why?"
Yarman was silent for a moment, and silently turned his gaze to the window: "Anyway, it's best not to ask."
Aldoni didn't want to hear his disciple continue to make mistakes, so he quickly changed the subject before Aisha asked again: "Yalman, can you tell us what you have learned during these days in the grassland tribe?"
Alman was silent for a while, then gave a complicated bitter smile: "If I were to say what I learned the most... I would say that I have a deeper understanding of how ignorant and narrow-minded I am."
The condemned ones at the same table, whether old or young, looked at Alman in shock.
As the backbone of "J", Alman's talent, knowledge and wisdom are naturally recognized by everyone.
Although there is no comparison or ranking within "J", in everyone's mind, Alman is undoubtedly the most convincing one - he can call so many people and bring them across the ocean with just one letter. If it were anyone else, not even Aldoni, they would not have such persuasive power.
"How... is this possible?" Aisha, who spoke and acted without restraint, expressed everyone's thoughts.
Alman did not answer directly, but asked: "You have met the Robins Knights in the Robins Knight Territory, Aldoni, what do you think of the Robins Knights?"
"A genius." Aldoni said without hesitation.
He was not exaggerating or understating what he said, this brother was truly amazed by Isaac - not only did he turn a barren wasteland into a town in less than a year, he also openly satirized the bad habits of the nobility in a drama, no, an original new performance form "drama", and he even left the prince and great nobles of Kronin speechless, Aldoni had to admire such a skill.
Alman smiled and looked at his companions at the table: "Has anyone ever felt even a little bit of arrogance from Knight Isaac Robbins?"
The condemned looked at each other and slowly shook their heads.
The female traveler spoke cautiously: "As for arrogance... I think it's better to say that Knight Robbins is quite humble and a bit of a good guy."
Most smart people wouldn't even look at Aisha, this stupid junior... The normal thing to do is to ignore this idiot.
Alman smiled again and raised a finger. Magic gathered at his fingertips, forming a fist-sized, shimmering lavender circle. “Think of this circle as the knowledge that someone possesses.”
He raised his other hand, stretched it as far as he could, and gestured to the space around him: "The endless space outside the ring is unknown knowledge."
The condemned ones had different expressions, some frowned, some realized, and some seemed to be thinking about something.
"The less you know, the smaller the circle becomes, and you will mistakenly believe that what you don't understand is limited to this small circle outside." Alman handed the magical ring between his fingers to everyone, "But will the unknown knowledge, this endless space, really only exist in such a small piece outside the circle because of this person's self-cognition?"
Dispersing the magic power gathered at his fingertips, Alman said with emotion: "Only those who are ignorant are fearless, and those who are fearless are ignorant. After the Age of Gods, the advice that the priests of the Church fabricated to deceive the world can be used in learning... People who know how much they don't know will not be in the mood to be proud of what they know."
The condemned fell silent, thinking about this quietly.
After a moment, an old man with a frosted face stood up and solemnly saluted Alman with his chest touched: "Thank you for your advice, Alman."
Alman stood up and returned the greeting: "I am just imitating others."
Aldoni, his disciples, and other condemned ones all stood up and saluted.
Even if we don't respect Alman, we must respect the knowledge that Alman generously shares... The attitude of the Condemned Ones towards knowledge is serious!
When they ate the hodgepodge of leftovers served by Chef Ye, the condemned took Alman's words more seriously...
It was almost noon when Xiao Yun saw this group of spellcasters who were spiritually similar to "ascetic seekers".
After quickly washing the mud off his hands and feet, Xiao Yun ran to the meeting room where the Condemned were temporarily staying to rest - before being assigned to the dormitories, these Condemned had to be thoroughly cleaned, dewormed and disinfected, cough cough.
Aldoni and the others were shocked by Xiao Yun's youth, but after the two sides sat down and exchanged a few simple greetings, none of these sophisticated condemners cared about this - it was because this small-sized snow wolf was so mature in dealing with people that it made people wonder if there was an old monster hidden in this young skin...
"I have learned about J's ideals from Mr. Alman. I have to say that I admire you all very much." A small-sized snow wolf said seriously and sincerely, "Among the humans that our Fire Tribe has come into contact with, there are very few with such lofty aspirations as you. The human race has outstanding people like you who have been working hard for the entire tribe for hundreds of years, never giving up easily, and becoming more courageous with each setback... I really envy, amaze, and yearn for your spirit."
The person is right at my doorstep, all I need is a bed to sleep on... cough cough cough!
At this time, why bother pretending to be a big brother, annoying people, offending people and leaving thorns in other people's hearts for boring reasons such as showing off, showing off, and caring about face? It's such a good thing to give other people face by saying a few nice words~!
It doesn’t cost any money anyway!
The condemned ones: "..."
The young people were all refreshed and grinning at Xiao Yun's flattery; the older ones looked at Alman silently.
...If I hadn't reminded Alman before, they might have really believed Ayun's cheap words, and they might even have become stupid and swelled up in their hearts - that would be so embarrassing!
"...Ayun." Yaman had to interrupt Xiao Yun while he was taking a breath, "Let's talk about business... Uh, the one we discussed before, about forming a study group."
If Ayun continues to fool him, Alman is worried whether the vaccination he gave in advance will still work...
"J" is an invisible folk wild revolutionary organization that is linked by the master-disciple relationship and established with the Lich King's will as the medium. Even core members like .
This time, the letter sent out by Alman invited all the members who had some connection with him. Considering Alman's wide range of friends, this group of people is not small... there are more than eighty people in total.
Well, it’s not the eighty-odd cabbages, but the eighty-odd spellcasters who are working part-time as revolutionaries.
They all have at least second-level strength, including Aisha who looks very funny.
In other words, if we throw these dusty and dusty guys onto the battlefield, if they are ruthless enough, they can create a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses, and even change the situation of the war~!
Of course, Xiao Yun would never consider throwing away so many spellcasters as consumables, but "using them for my own benefit" was certain - raising the two spellcasters Sean and Evelyn was not a loss at all but a huge profit. It would be impossible for him not to be tempted by so many spellcasters unless his brain had been rubbed hard by a bull's horn.
