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Volume 1 Chapter 167 A blessing in disguise

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    Being recognized as the leading construction team in Solons is indeed not a waste of time, but in just a few months, with the help of a lot of gold coins, the prototype of a new town has been revealed.

    By using the one-sided cliff where Fubo Castle is located as a natural barrier on the north side of the town, the cost of defense buildings alone has been reduced by at least 30%.  The major areas of the town radiate reasonably along the slope, and everything is designed in an orderly manner.  Due to the good geographical location, there was no shortage of sufficient stone and wood nearby, and the project progressed very quickly.  Most of those essential public buildings already have a rough outline, with simple yet beautiful shapes.  As for the residential area, because Isabel decided to use a civil-wood hybrid structure to build it uniformly, although it lacks a bit of personality at first glance, it looks particularly neat and generous.

    When the returning escort slowly passed through the area under construction, everyone had already discovered many familiar faces, all of whom were strong men from nearby villages.  It is not difficult to guess that these people came to serve in response to the call issued by the lord, which was one of the conditions in exchange for the military protection of the local lord.  Of course, after completing a sufficient amount of labor, the taxes that need to be paid will naturally be reduced or reduced accordingly, but it cannot be said to be exploitation.  Of course, most of what these temporary coolies can do is simple manual work. Together with the large number of slaves controlled by the engineering team, they complete the rough basic parts under the command of the foreman. Later, the more detailed carving parts will be completed by  The masons and carpenters of jingy¨¤n will follow to complete the work.

    Shocked by the lively labor scene in front of them, the villagers of Los Village looked around with envy while chewing on the trace of regret in their hearts.  You know, according to the messenger sent by their new lord, Ms. Isabel, they could have become the first residents of this newly built town, thereby permanently getting rid of their status as country farmers.  It's a pity that no one could have guessed that the villagers would end up like this

    Perhaps it was the heightened sense of recognition of their current status that played a role. The guards gradually felt that the vigilance around them seemed to have increased a lot. It was not their comrades from their own families, but a group of strangers they had never met before.  But the other party didn't seem to have any intention of finding trouble.  Secondly, since we can openly show up here for activities.  Obviously with the authorization of his lord, Aite just ordered everyone to pay more attention and ignored it.

    However, it didn¡¯t take long for the group to suddenly realize the reason for the heightened vigilance.

    The sweet melody of the lyre plays by my ears, like pearls dripping from a jade plate, strung together in perfect harmony.  Just hearing the sound of the piano from a distance, the elegant behavior of the player appeared in front of everyone's eyes.  No need to explain.  Even those who have only a superficial understanding of music will immediately know that this intoxicating music must have come from the hands of a music master.

    As expected, after walking a little further, I saw a handsome middle-aged man in a formal attire sitting on a chair under a makeshift canopy, gently playing the lyre in front of him.  Several bodyguards, who knew he was not to be trifled with at first sight, cautiously surrounded him.  He looked around from time to time, not daring to relax at all.

    The lyre, which is half a man tall, exudes a faint halo. It is inlaid with countless gems and metals of various kinds, and a series of specific patterns are connected by mithril threads. Needless to say, how precious it is.  One can imagine.

    With the melodious sound of the piano, in a foundation not far away, various building materials were filled with life.  Floating in mid-air.  The process of assembling it by itself is surprisingly fast.  There are several teams nearby that are working non-stop to replenish various raw materials.  That will equal the rate of consumption.  Almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, a house has risen from the ground.  Next, the sound of the piano continued, and the materials in another foundation that had been prepared began to assemble themselves crazily.

    ? Magic!  This must be magic!  Only magical magic can show such a miracle!

    This magical scene attracted the attention of the surrounding workers to a great extent, so that the foremen had to use whips to "kindly" remind them from time to time, urging them to return to their respective tasks.  On the contrary, the guards of the Wamborn family, who were sent by Isabel to help maintain order, all gathered together to watch this rare sight with great interest.

    Because they were so shocked, everyone forgot to move forward for a moment.  After a while, a guard in the distance spotted them and walked over quickly.

    "Master Arati, you are back." The baron's guards originally had quite conflicting attitudes towards the assassin master who had not joined the Wamborn family for too long.  On the one hand, the two sides were once life-or-death enemies, with double-digit numbers of comrades defeated in Alati's hands; on the other hand??As a martial arts master personally invited by Miss Isabel, this devil-like man fully demonstrated his powerful strength in a very short period of time. Even if he is on the opposite side, he will inevitably be heartbroken.  Dravelle is a country that advocates martial arts. The strong will receive matching treatment no matter where they are. Arati, who has experienced several battles and made extraordinary achievements, has earned the respect of the vast majority of people in a justifiable way, especially  It was after he deliberately used his own money to win over people's hearts.

    Nodding slightly in return, Alati turned his eyes to the music master who was playing the lyre, showing an inquiring look.

    "Oh, that's Master Haydn. The master is the principal of the First Orchestra of Saurons and one of the guest consultants of the Chamber of Commerce, so he has the right to use the magic harp. In exchange, he must provide emergency services for the engineering team.  To contribute to the work, that's why we are here now." Seeing that the martial arts chief seemed a little curious, the guard reported all the news he had learned during this period in a showy manner, "Listen to the engineering team.  People say privately that the perfect performance of that wooden lyre for one hour is equivalent to the work of a hundred skilled workers for a whole week. Unfortunately, it can only be used once a week, and only by music masters.  Able to play for hours without making any mistakes. Otherwise, maybe the work here would have been completed."

    Arati looked at Master Haydn who was playing f¨£ngfo easily and freely, and nodded silently: "I see, no wonder such a precious thing needs so many people to protect it."

    "This is nothing. It's a coincidence that you didn't get to see it today." The guard proudly puffed out his chest and said enthusiastically, "Some time ago, Master Sebastian also sent something. The eldest lady personally  Using it, a huge stone monster was summoned to help. The monster lady seemed to call it an earth element. It was estimated to be ten meters high. I couldn't even reach its knees when I stood next to it. Do you know, then  The big guy moved in the ground like a fish swimming in the water. The rocks and soil were no different from dough in its hands. It could be molded into whatever shape it wanted. Those stonemasons made a lot of money, saving money.  It¡¯s a big deal. But it seems like the magic harp, it can¡¯t be used often. It¡¯s estimated that the lady won¡¯t summon it again until next week.¡±

    If it can be ten meters high, this is already a super large earth element.  Those who have not experienced it personally may not be familiar with it. If this kind of terrifying monster is not used to help build a city but is used to fight, even if it is done by oneself, one must use all his strength to defeat it.  Arati narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.  Even if it can only be summoned once a week, this magic item is precious enough.  In the eyes of people who are not good at weapons, the value of this rare object is probably higher than that of his own scimitar "Soaring Eagle".  Damn it, if I hadn't accidentally left behind another scimitar "Swift Falcon" when I escaped from the tribe, which made the most critical ability of this pair of scimitars unusable, I wouldn't have been able to find them randomly like now.  Just make do with ordinary guys.  The treasures passed down by the ancestors from generation to generation were scattered in the hands of a sinner like himself, and he didn't know when he would be able to find them again. Alas thinking of this, he sighed quietly.  Although the two scimitars can have a faint feeling, he is not a person who is too ambitious and does not know his own self-esteem. He will never do the stupid thing of returning to the tribe before he is confident that he will win without defeat.

    Not to mention Arati, who was in a daze, some of the villagers in Los Village who stood close enough to hear the conversation between the two were already so regretful that their intestines were turning green.  Look at everything you see and hear, how much power that young female lord must have!  At that time, they would have been stupid enough to listen to the bewitchment of Anderson, a hairless man, and naively believed that their small village could resist such a powerful lord.  Maybe, I really deserve my current ending

    Leaving the busy construction site, Mr. Malone, the general manager who had already received the news of the return of the escort team, had arranged for people to come to take over the villagers of Los Village.  After seeing too many "surprises" one after another, the villagers have become numb.  Not to mention the families who were promised not to be held accountable by Ete, even the group of rebels who were deprived of their status as free persons gave up the idea of ????escape.  The fate of escaped slaves was usually to be hanged in public.  It is better to die than to live. As long as there is still room for choice, no one wants to die.  No matter how beautiful the Kingdom of God is preached by missionaries, after all, I have never seen it with my own eyes, right?  Who can really tell what happens after death and where the soul belongs?  What's more, except for truly devout believers, who has enough confidence to dare to say that they will definitely be accepted by the holy country?

    "The only thing the villagers can do now is probably to pray that the young female lord can be as compassionate as she preaches (To be continued.)
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