Otherworldly Lord

After the contract was signed, the construction of the underground commercial city started in an orderly manner. Neither the elves nor the dwarves were in a hurry to leave and stayed in Greland for the time being.

The dwarves were busy discussing with the goblin gnomes about the building materials and ores needed to build the commercial city. When they saw the drawings of the commercial city drawn by the gnomes, not to mention the young dwarves, even the three elder dwarves had their eyes shining.It was the first time they saw such drawings, and every detail of the building was clearly shown.

"It's an amazing feat."

The three old dwarves were holding the blueprints and were unwilling to let go. Ayton, who was appointed by Song Mo as the chief designer of the underground commercial city, lifted his helmet with a little satisfaction, "What's the matter? In Gerryland, even a three-year-old child They all know how to draw the drawings." Although the words are slightly exaggerated, it is enough to show that such drawing techniques are no secret in Gerryland.

"what?"

The three dwarf elders were shocked at the same time, showing incomprehensible expressions.This kind of technology should be mastered by the most intelligent people in the clan, how could it be easily taught to children?Or another race?

"Nothing surprising."

The goblin Mills who was in charge of the work came over. He and Ayton have become good partners. If one is around, you will always see the other. "This is what the lord taught us. The lord is generous and wise. This kind of Drawing technology is just a basic subject in the Greenland school."

After Mills finished speaking, the three dwarf elders were even more puzzled. Is such a precious technology just a basic subject?

The goblin and the dwarf glanced at each other, and simply suggested that the three old dwarves go to the school in Greland, and everything would be understood.

"Let's go, is it appropriate?" No matter what race, foreigners will not easily learn their own skills.Dwarves are good at smelting, and the craft of making weapons is almost never passed on to outsiders.As for Qiao Sang and Mosby, they were exiled by the ethnic group and taken in by Song Mo. In terms of cognition, they already regarded themselves as Grelandians, so naturally they would not be stingy to teach the blacksmiths here their skills.However, these two dwarves have been independent from the beginning. Will the guy who can sell weapons to the demons without telling the people of his tribe stick to the rules?

"It's okay, the lord won't mind." Ayton said with a smile: "If you want, you can also listen in, but in exchange, you have to teach a few metallurgy lessons for the children in the school. You don't need too much knowledge, just They need to be taught how to identify ore, that's all."

The three old dwarves discussed it, and finally couldn't help being curious, and took a few young dwarves to school.The principal Homa was teaching the children a magic class. When he saw the dwarf who came suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he showed a ferocious smile on his distinctive face.

In fact, he was only expressing kindness, but in the eyes of the dwarves, it became obviously malicious.

This, is the teacher?

Obviously a magician!

Looking at the children sitting in the classroom listening carefully, and looking at the "smiling" Homa, the dwarves began to beat their hearts.They are really not good at dealing with magicians. Is it too late to leave now?

Homa spoke at this moment: "Welcome to Greenland Elementary School, children, applaud."

There was a clap of applause. Looking at the children's big shining eyes, the dwarves couldn't move forward.A thought popped into the minds of the three dwarf elders at the same time, were they being tricked?

While the dwarves are in a dilemma at school, Mills and Ayton, who lured them into Homer's territory, are already at work.As for how warmly the dwarves will be "welcome" at school, Mills and Ayton say that's none of their business.

The lord did not say that the school's teaching staff is still very weak. It would be good to have a few more teachers, even if they are temporary.These dwarves dragged their families to Greeland to feed the big family, and it was really unreasonable not to let them make some contributions.

In Homa's hands, Mills and Ayton vowed to write their names upside down unless they took out the contents of the three old dwarves' stomachs!

"Ayton, you really don't look like a dwarf."

Mills fastened the strap of his helmet, and just as he finished speaking, Ayton knocked him on the head.

"We're the same, and you don't look like a goblin! Get to work."

In order to build the dungeon, Song Mo recalled some of the goblins and gnomes working in the shop, and sent some Greenlanders to temporarily take over their jobs.The goblins and gnomes didn't complain, and began to return to the territory one after another after the work was handed over.

The goblin Jobis did not come back. He was in charge of negotiating the arms business with Sig, and he already had a plan. The transaction was reaching a critical point, and he couldn't leave for the time being. Song Mo simply let him stay in the shop and be in charge of the shop's personnel arrangements during this period. and scheduling.It is unlikely that mistakes will occur due to sudden large-scale substitutions.

Jobis complained privately to the dwarf who was about to leave that he hadn't seen the lord for a long time and wanted to go back and see.

The dwarf told Song Mo the exact words of Jobis. Song Mo laughed and remembered the first time he met Jobis. At that time, he robbed Jobis of a bag of gold coins. The gold coin turned out to belong to an elf, and so many things happened after that.

"Bring this letter to Jobis and tell him, do a good job, I am optimistic about him."

Song Mo handed the written letter to the Greenlanders who were about to go to various shops, and the leader was actually one of the monks that Harold had brought with him.

Even if he has a deep prejudice against the church, Song Mo must admit that the Guangming Church is really full of talents.Not to mention Harold and others who arrived at the beginning, all of them were capable of both civil and military skills, but only the breakthroughs in the field of medicine by the later monks such as Mies were enough to make Song Mo laugh from ear to ear.Not to mention the Knights of the Church who have made great contributions to Greenland's infrastructure and farming!

Alter and Bobbis have finally been free recently.The golden tortoise shell no longer needs to fight fires everywhere, and the Knights are suddenly at ease.The reason is that the elves take their job.

Compared with the knights who could only fight hard, the elves' familiarity with plants and their agile skills made them feel like no one was in the middle of the berserk crops.

Although the plants in the elf forest also have this or that character, as Jerris said, the potatoes in Gerryland are much tamer than those in the green forest, but for the five elves except Jerris, Gerryland The farmland is still quite attractive.

The rice that has never been touched before, the sweet potato that is bigger than imagination, the taro that can fly in the air, and the corn that can play dodging games all fascinate these elves.

Song Mo looked at the five guys who were dodging left and right in the cornfield, having fun, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked back at Jerry with a cold face, hoping that the other party could give him an explanation.

Are these really elves?How does he feel, what's wrong?

Jerrys glanced at Song Mo coldly, turned around and left without saying anything.

Song Mo held his breath in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He really wanted to say something: Comrade Elf, being arrogant is not advisable.Approachable people are king!If he really made him anxious, the elf named Bode will continue to sleep in the crystal ball until eternity.

Song Mo is the dark villain Zageris, the elf in the cornfield has shifted his position and ran into the sweet potato field.The corn scattered on the ground was no longer lethal. After the elves left, the people waiting on the side began to pick up the corn that fell on the ground with their pockets. Although most of them turned into corn kernels, everyone didn't care.

In the sweet potato field, the elves were moving around, having fun, and the sweet potato vines were so vigorously smoked that they could only be cut into sections.Song Mo looked up to the sky and sighed, forget it, let them play, anyway, he has nothing to lose and saves manpower.

Song Mo thought so, but the Knights of the Church quit.These elves are taking their jobs!The knights who have been successfully brainwashed and proud of their labor are very uncomfortable.The knights knew their strengths, they were no match for the elves, so they could only work overtime when the elves were away, often rushing into the farmland in the dark, working nights to snatch the harvest.

It's not clear, let's come secretly!

Anyway, there is a hospital for injuries, and they don't care.

Ever since, during the harvest season, the Grelanders living on the ground never had a good night's sleep. They were always woken up by the sound of fighting in the farmland in the middle of the night, followed by the dazzling golden light, and they couldn't fall asleep even if they wanted to sleep.In desperation, they all moved into the deepest part of the city, finally being able to isolate the noise.

Facing this result, Song Mo was dumbfounded.

Does this count as competition?Or have the knights been out of their minds with a series of labor reforms?

As for the elves who have been robbed of their fun... Song Mo thought of the sugar cane and vines on the border of the territory. At worst, let these elves play hide-and-seek with the sugar cane, there will always be a solution.

However, the dwarves stayed to help build the dungeon, why did the elves stay?It can't really be to play with the violent crops of Gerryland, right?

After thinking about it, Song Mo remembered what Jerry said, "Alan is Bode's cousin."

Sighing, well, the problem is back to the original point, it seems that I have to talk to Reese.

But now is really not a good time.

Black Flame once again occupied the wine cellar of the underground castle. The wine here is not for takeaway, and it has the longest brewing time and the best taste.

Song Mo insisted that good things must be left to his own people.I don't want to be cheap again. Pot-bellied dragon.

Now is not the time to worry so much, as long as the big belly dragon doesn't cause trouble for him during this period, Song Mo will be thankful.As for Reese who also ran to the wine cellar and stared at Hei Yan all day long, Song Mo thought unkindly, would these two see each other suddenly one day, and have an unrivaled love and kill each other?

It's cold to think about it.

But Rhys was his lover, wasn't he?How could he have such an idea?

Song Mo continued to be cold.

"My lord, I have something to tell you."

Goblin Mills found Song Mo while he was working. Song Mo was busy cleaning up the warehouse. As the sponsor of the underground commercial city, he had to invest a lot of money.

"what's up?"

Song Mo asked Old John to continue counting the records, and he and Mills walked out.

"It's about the construction of an underground commercial city." Mill paused for a moment, and then continued after seeing Song Mo motioning him to continue, "Such a large workload cannot be achieved with the existing goblins and gnomes in the territory." On deadline. Dwarves can help, but they're not good at building things like this."

"so?"

"I have some goblin friends. Ayton also contacted many gnomes during the operation of the store. If the lord allows, Ayton and I suggest that you can hire these people. The salary does not need to be too much, as long as they can feed them. gone."

Song Mo fell silent, and after a while, he said to the goblin who was a little nervous: "Mills, I know you want to help your fellow clansmen. But, are these people trustworthy?"

"My lord..." Mills' expression became tense, "I know that goblins have a bad reputation, but I can assure you that they will never have bad thoughts about Gryland, nor will they put The things here are leaked!"

Song Mo looked at Mills for a while, "Mills, I believe in you. Let me think about this matter, okay?"

"My lord, thank you so much!"

Song Mo quickly waved his hand, "Don't thank me in a hurry, I haven't decided whether to hire them or not."

"You are willing to think about it, and we are grateful." Mills said: "Besides, you have the tears of goblins in your hands, and all goblins will regard you as a friend. Even if you finally decide not to hire goblins to work, we are still grateful to you. "

Song Mo twitched the corners of his mouth and scratched his hair, "Mills, I really can't refuse you ruthlessly when you say that. Well, you can ask these goblins to send a few representatives to Greeland to talk, and inform Ayton , also called dwarves. As you said, such a large project, with the current manpower, is really difficult to complete within the time limit."

"Thank you, my lord!"

Mills left contentedly. Song Mo rubbed his nose and gave a wry smile. Forget it, just treat it as a good deed.

"You have goblin tears in your hands?"

Roland's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Song Mo was taken aback. He turned around, looked at Roland in a red dress, and patted his chest. So did Reese, and so did Roland. Could it be that the demons like to be silent? Appearing behind others, scary play?

"I do." Song Mo nodded, "Does it matter?"

Roland chuckled, "Nothing."

At this moment, the soles of Song Mo's feet shook suddenly, and then again, there was nothing around Song Mo to rely on, and he was about to fall, but Roland held his waist.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing."

Roland smiled and let go of Song Mo, but suddenly he seemed to notice something, his face changed, black runes surged under his feet, and disappeared instantly.

Song Mo stood where he was, frowned, what happened?

At the same time, the goblins who were in charge of digging the underground passage from Greland to the Northwest Province were blocked by a golden wall when they dug into the center of the Emerald Forest.After a few chops, the saber shovel in the goblin's hand was curled, but there was not even a trace of the golden wall left.

"Use dynamite."

The goblins discussed it and chose to explode.This wall blocks here, so it can only be diverted and delay the construction period.It's better to blow it up, collapse it, just dig it out.

Not once, not twice, not twice, three times, the weight of explosives gradually increased, until the last two explosions were almost as powerful as an earthquake.

Even so, the golden wall in front of them remained motionless, and inside the wall, something seemed to be slowly waking up...