There is always something wrong with the temple

A certain joyous mood permeated the territory.

Today the wandering caravan is leaving the territory. Their caravan is packing up their things in the square. The people of the territory coming and going greet them with a smile. The ramblings of small talk blend into the atmosphere.

After the initial infrastructure construction, the development of the territory was on the right track under the planning of Wusu and Aliena.

Of course, Alena Wolf's contribution is undeniable.

Getting on track means that there aren't as many obsessive tasks.

In the beginning, the tavern was their only channel for buying and selling (of course, you can go to the dark forest to pick up fruit, which is the sweetest taste in the world. - Michael left a message anonymously), but for a territory of hundreds of people, this supply and demand Totally unbalanced.

After adding more barns, the situation has improved a lot, although it is still a little far from the passing line.

But hey, they have extra chicken coops!

The mill helped them solve quite a few little problems.

There is also an attempt to grow vegetables in addition to farming, and rapeseed can be obtained from the meeting hall.

The arrival of the wandering caravan brought enough coins and a lot of daily necessities, and of course some exotic treasures, but a large number of cheap things quickly replenished the missing items in the territory, and the business operations began to slowly start.

The initial output of the farmland was on-demand, but after that Aliena reasonably arranged a reasonable treaty, a collegiate lease of the farmland, and completed all the distributions after two hours and 48 minutes.

Judging from the rate at which so many fields are produced once every seven days, at least the food allocated is enough for everyone to survive, and how to make money to support them is the big guy's own problem.

And in the last two hours before the wandering caravan was about to leave, Wu Su was lying on the fence of the chicken coop.

The little yellow chicken is the cutest.

Archibald Bromfield is a very introverted person. He lives in a house closest to the Darkwood, and he can be seen going in and out of the forest occasionally, but other than that, he rarely interacts with people.

He has pointed ears and is a half-elf of mixed blood. His handsome appearance and pale face often make people mistake him for a vampire.

But surrounded by a lot of chickens, he was chatting with a lame chicken, almost talking to himself.

"Tell you to work hard, isn't the consequence of being lazy..."

"... Did Bruwen bully you? Can I separate him from you?"

"I ate less today than yesterday. Is it because the feed is not tasty? I asked Stephen from the mill to change the formula?"

Wu Su was lying on the fence, his short legs were surrounded by more small, fluffy and soft yellow feathers, even if he was intimidated by the little monsters.

These little yellow chickens were still fluttering their feathers and trembling, constantly rubbing against Wusu's ankles.

Little Yellow Chicken: I will die!

The little monster whimpered and rubbed against the back of Wu Su's neck, trying pitifully to attract Wu Su's attention.Wu Su's little curly hairs almost became the lair of the little monster's tentacles, and it worked tirelessly to attach one tentacle to each of Wu Su's little curly hairs, which gave Wu Su the illusion that he was going bald.

He pulled out the translucent frame.

"What's the use of this half body?" Wu Su softly poked at the tentacles.

Although there were at least hundreds of sharp teeth growing on the tentacles, when Wu Su touched them, it was like a piece of meat that was too soft to be attacked, soft.

[They themselves cannot come, due to some... restrictions.But the rules themselves are flawed. 】The semi-transparent frame slowly spat out the word bubble, which seemed more like accusation to Wu Su.

Wu Su: Huh?

[The remaining power of creation protects the world, and the ability to borrow from the same source can obscure the rules, and it's just right, very just right. 】The translucent frame rereads, 【The god who created the world has fallen asleep. 】

There was singing in the square.

The troubadours in the wandering caravan are playing and singing those two ballads that have been circulating in the mainland for a long time.

The troubadour’s hoarse and moving voice plucked the strings, as if moving with the lightness of his fingers. The residents in the territory were listening to his beautiful singing with a smile, and the small carts selling sweet cakes were rolling scent, but their master couldn't help but listen to the bard's chants.

The thin, gentle troubadour touched the strings.

——The mysterious dark forest with endless legends.

The pouring singing made the square sink into a near-quiet situation, and Percy took off his hat.

——In the most remote and remote depths, there is an ancient and dilapidated temple hidden.

Aliena strolled out of the meeting hall, a gust of wind blew the corners of her skirt, and the bright red color brushed against the delicate white flowers beside the path. These floral flowers of various colors that can be seen everywhere decorated the entire territory, making this person who lived deep in the dark forest This small piece of land has never been stained with the slightest gloomy color.

—His handle is scattered.

Mephisto pushed open the small window very gracefully, accompanied by the tune that floated in from the door.

——The heirs who devoured the handle of the gods rose to the top of the palace.

This is an unknown tune that has been passed down for a long time. The troubadour is still singing softly. The soft and beautiful tune flows slowly from the strings in his hand. It is composed of rumors that are almost buried in the long history. The ballad, which was never officially banned.

The low-pitched melody over the square is like the gentle whispers of sympathizers, the smell of sweet bread mixed with the slightly sour-sweet taste of ale dances on the street, and the troubadour naturally transitions to other beautiful songs.

His fingers were extremely nimble, and his bright eyes sparkled with love for life, which made the peaceful territory very happy, and even some bold people began to invite their sweethearts.

A new beginning always takes the first step slowly.

And the chirping tunes in the chicken coop are their own country, and the ocean of jubilation in the square can be faintly heard.

[So,] the semi-transparent frame is still explaining slowly, [as long as you have cheated the rules, you can do some small tricks. 】

Can't be too big, it will still be rejected.

"You're not the rule?" Wu Su tilted his head.

A chick attacked Wusu's little feet against the pressure of the little monster with tentacles.

slap.

It hit the tender beak.

Jijiji!

[Consciousness, the consciousness that stands out. ] The semi-transparent frame praises itself, [but it does not represent the operation of the rules, it is more like a rigid and fixed operation, unless you...]

It swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Wu Su didn't press the question, but rubbed his tentacles, "But it's very stupid."

Especially little monsters.

The translucent frame pouted.

Isn't Mephisto here?

Even if it was his "half body", with that human body, how could he make Wu Su have any preference for this little monster?

To some extent, maybe this is me jealous of myself?