Twenty Sided Dice

That same day, a search was launched at the starting point outpost. All people at the outpost must report their names and origins, preferably with someone they know as bail. "Be careful of the assassins of the God of Murder," Siegel decided to make the news public, so as not to cause unnecessary speculation: "If you find a suspicious stranger, please contact the guards of the castle, and do not contact yourself."

Many aborigines living in the western wilderness do not know what the **** of murder is, but when they hear that he has no heroic spirit and often uses ghost tricks to kill people, most of them express their contempt. I don't know who it was spread about later, "Big Chief" - their "new name" for Siegel - Big Chief was assassinated by a believer of the God of Murder, and his wife also died in the assassination. middle.

"Who spread this out?" Siegel asked Faizac and Moore. "Janet isn't dead, it's a rumor!"

Grandpa and grandson looked at each other and said in unison, "We will investigate this matter, please."

"Is it useful?" Siegel could see the market situation in the bastion. After the soldiers finished their interviews, they started rummaging through boxes, trying to find the assassin among the piles of pelts and strips of cured meat. Soon they will be rummaging through the pockets and purses of merchants and sowing the seeds of fear.

"Call the soldiers back, they can't find anything, don't mess with the starting point." Siegel tapped the stone frame of the windowsill with his fingers, making a drum-like sound. "You can't use violence against the God of Murder, that's his home ground, not ours. Moore, didn't you ask about setting up a place of worship here at the outpost, I agree. Heim has freedom of belief, but all the temples , temples and altars must be reported to the lords of various places, and only after approval can they be built in designated locations."

Feizac stroked his beard and said to Siegel: "Lord Count, the Star Kingdom manages other beliefs with the Temple of Dawn as the core. Will Heimland's doing this arouse the dissatisfaction of the Temple of Dawn?"

"No. They are priests who believe in gods, and they will not conflict with the lord because of this kind of thing." Siegel turned to Moore and said to him: "When necessary. Those gods who promote kindness and peace offer gifts. Whether it's money or food. The purpose is to let them help us prevent the **** of murder and avoid turmoil in the territory, understand?"

Moore nodded yes, then stepped back and began giving orders.

The bastion sounded a horn, two short and one long. The soldiers at the market reluctantly dropped what they were holding, grabbed their weapons and started walking towards the castle. Soldiers are used to fight, or they can stand guard and patrol, but it is not their job to maintain order in the city. Armed hands face unarmed civilians. Problems can easily arise. On the battlefield he can satisfy his soldiers with rewards and spoils, but in his own town?

Elemental Guards are more obedient than Soldiers in some ways, but the only problem is intelligence. There are no clever elements in the world, and simple and extreme energies can inadvertently wreak havoc. It is okay to occasionally use elemental patrols to show the strength of the territory, but the elemental guards cannot form the norm.

From all angles, the Djinn used by the mages is a good choice. They are problem-solving, loyal, unwilling, and never tire. It also has fairly good magical abilities, and is considered competent as a bodyguard. However, the materials needed to make the Djinn are expensive and scarce. So this plan can only be put after the magic circle is completed.

Another option is to use golems. The combination of the elemental rune array and the energy-focusing lens array in Heimland can provide a good elemental power, basically reaching the level required by the elemental golem on the Dragon Lion Cliff. Siegel didn't need to make that powerful guardian golem. Just a simpler, smaller Construct Soldier. Maybe not even a combat soldier, but a build horse that never tires or even a winch would be a good idea.

He vaguely had an idea that came about after he became a lord. He found that the income of the territory was very uneven, and those taxes from the land and the population were far lower than the income of the gold mines. If there is no Zebra Mountain Gold Mine, it is impossible to meet the needs of learning magic by relying on a few special products of the territory.

Just like what Master Leia said in the past, most spell learners can't pay the tuition of the mage at all. On the one hand, it is because the cost of casting spells and the cost of magic items are very high, and on the other hand, because the income of ordinary people is too low. As a sailor and adventurer, Siegel had little idea of ​​this. Just eat your own food. But after becoming a lord, he saw the taxation of his territory reported to him by Faizac. It was only gradually that he understood the truth.

Using pipelines can greatly reduce the cost of some magic items, which is one direction. Another direction is to increase everyone's income. Siegel felt that by giving people better tools, they could do more work with less effort, and their income would increase. Wouldn't it be better to leave a lot of clunky, repetitive stuff to constructs?

Even undead creatures are an option, provided that negative energy is not harmful to the *.

If it is possible to accomplish such a vision, wouldn't it be more meaningful than engaging in some conspiracy, lies, deceit, and killing all day long?

Why is there a **** of murder in the world, and why is he able to grow so quickly? "What a hassle," Siegel said to himself. Because he couldn't understand God's way of thinking, it was difficult to infer the next steps they might take, so he could only passively guard against them. It is said that the God of Murder hates the influence of kindness and justice, and the dignified battle, but knowing his weakness does not mean that he has a chance to implement it. Siegel clenched his fists, knowing in his heart that this might be a protracted contest.

What does the black piece of cloth sent through the halfling's hand mean, a challenge or a warning? No one can figure out what it means. Through Lear's description, the Earl of Heimland thought of a person he had long forgotten: the bard Yarel. He hadn't been seen since the day the Red Dragon attacked the Jackdaw tribe. The blue eyes, the tear-like scars at the corners of his eyes, and the handsome face matched exactly how Siegel remembered him.

For a long time, Siegel thought that Yarel was burned to death in the fire, and no bones were left. If it is really him, what does it mean that he chooses to appear at this time, an enemy or a friend?

Black cloth contains black messages, but Siegel can't figure out the meaning behind it. The only solution for now is to increase vigilance and step up defenses to prevent the black-clothed assassin from reappearing.

It is based on this consideration that Moore doubled the number of people who went to the rhinoceros tribe to ensure safety. They formed a team of a hundred people, carrying gifts to the depths of the green grass sea. Moore didn't want his grandfather to travel long distances, so as not to affect his health due to physical fatigue, so Feizak slapped him a few times. The one-eyed old man insisted on following, but Siegel finally persuaded him.

"When I arrive at the destination, I can use the teleportation technique to communicate with you, and I will pick you up directly at that time." The Master said: "You have a good rest here, adapt to the environment, and take care of the starting point outpost."

The old man was moved by the second half of the sentence, changed his mind and stayed. Therefore, the people on the road are young people, and the speed is naturally greatly accelerated.

The prairie people have their own methods of prairie people. They tame falcons as scouts to detect movements around them. No hunting is required along the way, as the team carries enough provisions. So the experienced ranger swung his whip and made a loud noise that spread all over the world. This will scare the beasts away from the team's path.

The group travels along the river, so that it is not easy to get lost, and it can also make the journey more comfortable. Every so often, Siegel casts light spells on the van and repairs damage from bumps, so everyone doesn't care about speed at all. Although there are often various small stones by the river bank, it has no effect on the cart at all.

Siegel focused on continuing to carve the crystal aragonite, while Moore observed the surrounding situation nervously, worrying about the blind date from time to time, only Evan was a real "tourist". He watched the falcon hovering in the dark blue sky, riding a horse galloping in the rippling grass sea, surrounded by green grass blades and brightly colored small beside him. Xu wind bursts, blowing the slightest coolness on his face. He only felt that his mood was calm and peaceful, and at the same time majestic.

Not even the vast ocean between the two continents gave him that feeling.

He drew his long sword. He temporarily uses Siegel's Stardust until his "bonfire" is finished. With his sword, he kept tapping under the horse, each time targeting a small flower. The sharp tip of the sword ran towards the delicate core at a very fast speed, but only touched it lightly, like a light kiss between lovers, only gentle and considerate. He galloped all the way, gave kisses all the way, except for the grass that was trampled by the horse's hooves, the other was unscathed.

The ranger in the team swung the long whip again, and a crisp sound of "pop" came from behind Evan. However, there was also a howl in front of him. It seemed that a ferocious beast was consciously provoked and responded with a roar. Give the ranger a few more swings of the whip and the beast will run away, every time.

Evan tapped the horse's belly lightly with his foot~www.readwn.com~ and the mount changed direction and went straight towards the beast. Good horse, know my heart. Evan stared at the front, and found a large brown lion from the grass. He was lying in the soft grass nest, surrounded by gnawed animal bones.

He didn't see the lions, which were very hygienic and wouldn't sleep around dead bodies. Aware that Evan was approaching on horseback, the lion immediately stood up, ready to capture the prey that came to the door.

The falcon in the sky issued a warning call, but Evan ignored it at all. Although the lion was bigger, stronger, had sharper teeth, and had a more violent temper, it didn't matter, he had a sword in his hand.

The lion was roaring, the horse was neighing, the wind was blowing, but there was no sound from the sword in his hand. At the moment when the rider and the beast dodged and staggered, Evan blocked the lion's two claws and one bite, and stabbed in from the lion's mouth, severing the throat and smashing the neck bone. He drew his sword out, and had time to wipe the lion's mane twice to wipe off the blood stained on it.

The lion leaped through the air and landed dead on the ground. Evan put his sword on his horse and waved in the direction of the team. He could share the prey, but carrying the corpse back was not the king's job. The falcon in the sky no longer felt threatened, and obediently closed his mouth, as if surrendering. (To be continued.)(www..)