Volume 8: The Sword Points to the Far East Chapter 266 For Hometown
Xiao Yun ignored Evelin, and the moment he finished flipping through the meeting minutes, he stood up expressionlessly.
The others thought he was going to do something and shifted their gazes away.
Then Xiao Yun moved sideways out of his seat, expressionless, and rushed out the door with a whoosh.
Mr. Sean & Evelyn: “???”
Although it was not obvious, Hodgson was indeed shocked: "???"
At this moment, the Fire Clan leader seemed to finally understand what Mr. Sean said a few minutes ago. He stared at Sean seriously and intently: "Aren't necromancers evil undead creatures? I heard Balk say that."
Four people in the room: "..."
"Uh... Leader of the Fire Clan, ignore that guy... Speaking of evil, the dragon clan is much more evil than undead creatures." Mr. Sean said calmly.
The Fire Clan leader reacted quickly this time and nodded in understanding: "Balke was quite bad when he first came."
That winter, Balk shamelessly came to eat and take food without satisfaction. The leader of the Fire Clan will remember him forever...
"If evil dragons can turn good, it's impossible for undead creatures to be evil from head to toe. Besides, since I'm the one who turned into an undead creature, Chief Flame should have more confidence in me." Mr. Sean said with a smile.
The Fire Clan leader showed a surprised expression, clenched his right fist into his left palm, and smiled relaxedly: "How can Mr. Sean be evil!"
Then the old patriarch, who had been silently worrying about it for a long time, felt relieved, said goodbye to the others happily, and went to help on the construction site...
“…” Snow Flower and Evelyn silently watched the back of the Fire Clan leader as he left briskly.
Mr. Sean drank his tea calmly.
Although it was not obvious, Hodgson was shocked by Mr. Sean's coaxing scene: "..."
Evelin came back to her senses after being interrupted by the Fire Clan leader: “Snow Flower, what’s wrong with the teacher?”
"Big river." Snowflake said concisely.
“Oh~~” Evelin understood.
Xiao Yun rushed out of the activity room and headed all the way to the Welfare Department.
The tribe was busy with post-disaster reconstruction. The wolf cubs had all gone to the construction site, and Evelyn had just returned from disinfecting the fields. He ran all the way without seeing a single person.
But when Xiao Yun arrived at the square in front of the Welfare Department... he actually saw several cat cubs playing in front of the main entrance of the Welfare Department.
Xiao Yun's heart was immediately filled with alarm. Dahe was not someone who would help take care of children, and cat cubs were not necessarily more obedient than wolf cubs. He immediately raised his hand and pointed at the kittens: "Don't make a sound!"
The cat cubs who were about to meow shut their mouths.
But the cats that were originally chasing and playing around suddenly became quiet, which seemed to be a hint - Xiao Yun reacted and cursed inwardly, and did not enter the Welfare Department through the main door, but went around the side and rushed to the back door.
When he got to the back door of the Welfare Department, he only saw someone's back walking away...
"If you have the guts, never let me catch you--!!" Xiao Yun pinched his thigh in hatred.
Before leaving, Mr. Sean planned not to come back, and secretly handed over his own laboratory to Adrian's apprentice. Although he didn't come back alive this time... at least he came back, so he naturally had to take over the work in the laboratory. After a short break and afternoon tea, Mr. Sean took Hodgson to his own territory.
"Mr. Sean's Laboratory", which was converted by connecting two adjacent warehouses, is an oversized workshop filled with various materials, parts, semi-finished equipment, test tools and other objects. As soon as Hodgson entered the door, he was shocked by the mountain of parts that looked messy and carefully classified.
On Hodgson's wrist was the Snow Wolf version of the Magic Amplifier 1.0 that Xiao Yun and Balk had secretly developed. The cost of this thing was only one percent of that of a staff, and it was inexpensive and economical. The Fire Department still produced hundreds of them every year, which were mixed in vermicelli and barbecue sauce and secretly shipped to St. Bridget, and then secretly transferred to the central region by Prince Carlisle, and appeared on the underground black market... ahem.
Why do they sell it so secretly? It's because magic tools have never been a business that ordinary people can openly do. It is the forbidden food of the Ivory Tower (the headquarters of the Spellcasters Association) - just like the alchemical materials that are openly circulated in the market, either the manufacturer is directly the Alchemist Association, or the seller has paid protection fees to the Alchemist Association.
Although spellcasters are respectable, whether it is the Spellcaster Association or the Alchemist Association, as long as a certain amount of tribute is collected in the name of "regulatory review", they can allow small merchants to enter this market to dig for gold; but for Xiao Yun who insists on "not spending a penny on unreasonable money", he will only spend this money if he eats too much...
Hodgson was new here, so Mr. Sean naturally wouldn't tell him right away that we were secretly taking advantage of the Ivory Tower. Besides, he still had some issues to resolve with the Moon of Revenge. After introducing Hodgson to the members of the workshop ("J's" laborers), Mr. Sean took Hodgson to his cubicle and showed him pneumatic engine models of various specifications.
The pneumatic engine, which does not require the caster to inject magic power and can generate power by itself by burning coal powder in a closed combustion boiler, immediately fascinated Hodgson. The charm of "boiling water" can make the people on Earth obsessed with it for hundreds of years, and they continued to be obsessed with it until Xiao Yun traveled through time. It has evolved from burning coal to burning various fuels and boiling water in different ways. Who among the intelligent creatures who are interested in creation and mechanical creations can escape the clutches of boiling water?
Doesn't exist!
"Why isn't this fascinating creation published in the travelogue of 'Elf Ranger'? " Hodgson couldn't help but ask curiously as he fondly touched several models of pneumatic engines.
"It's not applicable," Mr. Sean said frankly. "Although the farm machinery disclosed in Elf Ranger is tailor-made for the Orcs, it can be used by humans. Three adult farmers pushing a walk-behind farm machinery is definitely more efficient than using traditional farm tools. A walk-behind trolley-type harvester does not require such sophisticated internal parts as a pneumatic engine. It can be made as long as the technology level of ordinary armor casting and smelting is available. But it has been nearly ten months since Ayun published the drawings of this convenient tool. How many places can we see harvesters?"
“……” Hodgson was silent.
Mr. Sean patted the latest generation of pneumatic engine model and said with emotion: "Agricultural machinery is manufactured to enable farmers to work more efficiently and with less effort. The efficiency of hoeing with a wooden hoe is different from that of hoeing with an iron hoe. The efficiency of hoeing with two arms, a walk-behind tiller with a plow blade replaced, and a pneumatic tractor are also completely different. For the same farmer family, if they only have a hoe, they can cultivate ten acres of land. With a tiller, they can cultivate dozens of acres. With a tractor, they can cultivate hundreds of acres."
Hodgson nodded silently. Although he had never farmed himself, he had seen how farmers farmed. He knew very well how hard it was for farmers to farm. Otherwise, he would not have come up with the idea of modifying the walk-behind harvester suitable for orcs to be suitable for humans.
Mr. Sean smiled and changed the subject: "If farmers can use more suitable tools to farm, each family can plant more fields and produce more food, and naturally pay more agricultural taxes to the lord. Logically, the lord should wish that each farmer can do the work of ten people... Then why are there so many far-sighted nobles and royal families in the human race, but are unwilling to invest in agricultural machinery? Hodgson, have you ever thought about this question?"
Hodgson opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly felt something was wrong and frowned.
Small landowners and country nobles are stupid, short-sighted and stingy. Hodgson had always despised these fools; but Sean was not wrong. The great nobles and the royal family could not all be as short-sighted as the country nobles.
"I once assisted King Kronin, and I have some understanding of the considerations of these rulers." Mr. Sean narrowed his eyes. "All the nobles and royal families are very disgusted with the peasants. They think that these people who can never pay enough taxes to satisfy them are stupid and lazy."
Just as Hodgson frowned, Mr. Sean chuckled and said, "But the nobles and the royal family do need these stupid and lazy peasants. They don't need the people they rule to be too smart or too hardworking. It would be best if their territories were filled with idiots and lazy people who honestly and diligently pay taxes..."
Hodgson's eyes widened in shock.
"If farmers can easily cultivate large fields and produce more than enough food to feed themselves, then a considerable number of farmers can be liberated from labor. Out of human instinct to climb up, they can learn writing and fighting skills and have time to think about whether the masters who ride on their heads and collect taxes are worthy of respect."
"A farmer who can only produce 1,000 kilograms of grain a year but has 500 kilograms taken away is undoubtedly completely different from a farmer who can produce 10,000 kilograms of grain a year but has 5,000 kilograms taken away." Mr. Sean's pupils, which had lost their agility after becoming a ghost, were as deep as a pool, emitting a chilling coldness. "The latter can feed the whole family and give them the strength to resist!"
"How can the lords who wish they could rule without lying down tolerate the peasants who have an absolute advantage in numbers to have enough to eat and have free time to think about other things?"
"So not only will they not solve the farmers' difficult survival problems themselves, but if farmers in their territory form an alliance and forge their own agricultural machinery for farming, they will also purge and suppress them on the grounds of involving black magic or evil sects, or claim that these smart farmers who refuse to be lazy and honest will produce too much food, causing the price of food in the territory to drop, making it difficult for farmers in other places to survive, and mobilize farmers to fight against each other!"
Hodgson's body shook slightly and his face turned pale. He had once planned to use his own money to manufacture farm machinery for the villagers around the Mage Tower, but he had never thought about this problem!
Curious spellcasters are never a group that refuses to accept new knowledge. Hodgson, who has never heard of such arguments, does not immediately feel disgusted or resistant to Sean's conclusion. After a little thought, he has to admit... Sean is right!
If he really did that, not only would he not help the villagers who had always respected and been friendly to him, he might even harm them!
Hodgson just thought about it, and his heart felt cold...
"I see... This is why you support 'J' in obtaining territory from your hometown of Kronin." Hodgson smiled bitterly, and his stiff expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, showed obvious emotional changes. "I thought..."
"It's normal for you to have some misunderstandings. If I were not Sean himself, I would also suspect that Sean was bewitched by Ayun of the Snow Wolf Clan and 'J' and assisted outsiders in seizing his own country." Mr. Sean smiled. Revenge Moon was a person who was difficult to see through, but he was a legendary magician after all. He should not be unable to see the other party's vague suspicions. Ever since Alman and Adrian came to the Knights' Territory, the black magician's eyes looked at him more deeply than before.
"When I was young, I always wanted to grow up quickly and go far away from home to see the scenery outside; but when I got older, I couldn't help but miss my hometown." Mr. Sean sighed, "Kronin is my hometown. I hope this country can be like my childhood memories, full of laughter, happiness and abundance... Unfortunately, in my beautified memories, only a small number of people can laugh out loud."
Hodgson understood what Sean wanted to say. The former illusionist wanted to express that his attitude had never changed. Everything he did was for Cronin and for his hometown.
Revenge Moon can understand this emotion. The disappearance of Moon City in the fire is an eternal pain in his heart. Mr. Sean still has a chance and is willing to do his best for his hometown. Out of his heart, he is willing to support it.
The black magician stretched out his left hand and tried to look sincere: "Maybe it's a little late, Sean, you are someone worth getting to know."
Mr. Sean smiled and held out his hand, shaking hands with Hodgson.
Primo wandered around the Orc Empire for half a year with Wool and Rosemary. Only when the grassland was dyed golden by the autumn wind did he return leisurely with his two children.
After getting off the boat at the Elf Port, we first went to Ashu's food store to have a meal, then went to the Snake Tribe for a meal, and then took the boat that was carrying sweet potatoes from the Snake Tribe to the Fire Tribe back to the tribe.
As soon as they got off the canal pier, the three weather-beaten-looking people opened their mouths in surprise.
In the triangle land where alfalfa has been replanted and harvested before winter, in the vast fields, countless female human workers from textile factories are busy harvesting alfalfa, working in groups of two, pushing particularly small walk-behind harvesters.
"Ayun really attacked the female workers!" Rosemary looked bitter and resentful.
"Is there some big project again? Even the female workers have to do the harvesting work?" Yangmao was confused. You know, the female workers in the textile factory are even weaker than Sal, and even if Sal participated in the autumn harvest, he only did light work.
"Hmm?" Primo, who had the best eyesight, noticed his old friend Sean and several other people in robes walking around the triangular field, seemingly talking to the harvesting women. He immediately threw his bag to Rosemary and strode over, "Sean!"
"You're back, Primo!" Sean waved casually.
"Don't you feel sad just watching the women work so leisurely?" Primo joked with a smile. He walked closer and noticed something was wrong with Sean. He jumped up more than a meter high and said, "Sean?! Are you depraved?"
"How can you talk like that!" Sean scolded, turning to Hodgson and saying, "This is my old friend Primo. He's usually a bit casual."
"Huh? Moon of Revenge!" Primo jumped more than one meter high again.
Hodgson, who was a little tanned, nodded to Primo modestly: "Good day."
Primo's eyes widened as he stared at the black magician for two seconds, then turned to Sean, who had already become a ghost, and said a thousand words in one sentence: "Where is Ayun?"
The proud legendary illusionist was able to fall into the state of undead to prolong his life, and the person who did it was standing next to him. If someone said that this had nothing to do with Ayun, Primo would never believe it!
"I haven't seen him for a while...I think he was taking Dahe to the Hilly New District to look for Hongye?" Mr. Sean said the second half of his sentence while looking at Hodgson.
"Yes," Hodgson said succinctly.
Primo: “…”
This black magician actually knows Ayun's whereabouts better than Sean? !
So many things happened in the six months he was away!
If Mr. Sean knew what Primo was thinking, he would probably start to scold him: Isn't this nonsense? He is already a ghost, how can he still live in the same house with Ayun?
Of course, it's Balkla who is not afraid of the cold bodies of the undead! (Balkla: Bah!)
