Ellifara suddenly felt like she was asking the wrong dragon. She was still unwilling to give up and secretly asked, "What do you think...Master?"

"That's the master. Of course, the master's order is everything." The relationship between superiors and subordinates of the dragon clan became even more strict. Looking at Mio's expression, you knew that she regarded this as glory.

"..." Thinking of Mio's ass sticking out his butt and shaking his tail, the sheep-horned witch suddenly wanted to die. Why did she feel so ungrateful? She actually asked this single cell?

Ellifara has new doubts.

In the past few months, I have been following Kong Xu, and I am not as serious as I imagined. In the Void Territory, for some reason, Count Murdoch and other nobles accepted her very much, and did not make any noise about the sheep horns on her head. The people of the Void Territory were a little afraid at first, but they adapted in more than a month.

When he came here, Alifara could feel obvious hatred and fear.

"I really want to go back soon." Compared with the prosperous Raflan Capital, the Void Territory made her feel comfortable.

At the dance party, no one greeted them, and they were happy to be quiet, so they were surrounded by several guards and ate here.

The dance party lasted until two o'clock in the morning, and it was a happy successful dance party for everyone. I don't know how many nobles Kong Xu reached a private cooperation intention.

Back at the State Guesthouse, rested in the middle of the night, and rushed to the court to discuss it at 9 o'clock in the morning. In the gorgeous and extravagant palace, the series of preliminary cooperation agreements reached by Kong Xu and Emperor Raffaran looked a bit empty.

This is just intention, and all the key is the afternoon field inspection.

So far, only one warship has been to the Void Territory plane and received Kong Xu and some food samples in the black mist-wooled "Space Port".

Haven't seen anything else.

Now I basically talk about the framework, that is, large-scale py, uh, ordinary transactions.

Raffarin attached great importance to it. This time he sent a team of ten magic warships, plus a medium-sized fleet of forty void merchant ships. The team was led by Interior Secretary Connor Phillips, and Lieutenant General Al Vincent.

Apart from them, there are a bunch of representatives.

Theoretically, the most prominent one is Queen Prim who is anxious to wait until now, and the remaining are more than a dozen counts and viscounts. Behind them are the great nobles of the empire.

A fleet of ships sailed out of the Imperial Capital's airport and arrived in half an hour at the Void Territory plane that was actually quite close to the plane where the Empire was located.

In the cabin, everyone was drinking afternoon tea in a friendly atmosphere.

Lieutenant General Vincent suddenly asked: "Wait for the space barrier..."

"My existence is the password!"

Sure enough, no surprise, when the fleet approached the Void Territory, the faint blue barrier wrapped in the outer circle of the plane opened a hole.

The magic warship, which was eighty meters long, slowly sailed in, as simple as passing through a soap bubble.

The continent, which was more than one kilometer thick, was suspended in the void. The ship leaned over and seemed to be docked on the edge of a cliff, looking quite shocked.

Experienced captains know that the lower part is actually void, there is no gravity, and it will not fall into the so-called abyss.

Just seeing this airport feels so terrible!

Twenty strange stones stretching out of the void, fifty meters long and five meters wide are considered docks.

On the dock, dozens of small warehouses covering an area of ​​about 300 square meters are arranged into rectangular shapes. The building quality of this wooden warehouse is simply unsatisfactory.

Hundreds of cylindrical barns are on the other side of the dock. More warehouses and barns are under construction, and workers who are working hard can be seen everywhere.

In addition, there are only a few wooden houses that are not much larger than thatched cottages, with a sign saying "Port Management Office" hanging on it.

There are no taverns or hotels, and in this era when cargo is often taken for several days, without these supporting ports, sailors will be despised.

The Interior Minister would not care about this, his eyes were attracted by the potatoes that had been broken.

"Is there really so much food?" He wanted to see what kind of land planted so much food. After looking up, he was stunned.

The port is indeed very prosperous, with thousands of people entering and leaving here. There are ten gates with a width of more than ten meters to the inland side of the pier. Cars come and go at the door, and coachmen keep transporting trucks of grain to the port to unload them.

But above the fence of the entire dock, there is a huge black fog barrier. It isolates all the sight of the port towards the mainland.

"This is……"

"The demons are not as good as the Void Territory. There are not many pure agricultural planes. If you destroy another one, humans will not be able to afford to hurt them."

Although the initial treaty prohibits merchants and sailors from entering the Void Territory, it is too nervous to be so completely isolated.

At this time, Kong Xu smiled: "Of course, my friend is not within the limit. Moreover, this place is actually directly under the jurisdiction of the Void Parliament, and no one can make any major troubles."

The general sounded for granted, but when the Interior Minister heard it, he felt that it was not a taste: it was more like announcing that anyone could reach out to chop off his claws. This young man is not easy to cheat!

Connor immediately drove away his thoughts.

The most urgent task of the empire now is to get a new source of food.

Because the problems caused by refugees are becoming more and more serious, this is not only a problem of insufficient food and ordinary public security. Recently, a large number of cultists have begun to preach secretly in refugee camps, but also have a fairly high market. The area is already a breeding ground for chaos.

In fact, the Raffarin Empire could not afford this batch of food with a total of more than two million people. Now it is actually holding on to the old grain for war reserves.

This is a very dangerous approach. Once the empire is attacked, it will face a situation of insufficient military rations.

Kong Xu, who suddenly rushed back, had his void lord the biggest life-saving straw.

When changing to carriages and horses on the dock, the ministers and generals nodded secretly. At least this kind of earl-level family background proved that there was no serious damage here.

When the convoy slowly drove out of the dock with the gaze of the dock guards, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The first thing that came to me was a heat wave. The temperature here was at least a few degrees higher than that of the Raffarian Emperor. It was just spring that I felt like it was midsummer here.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by other things.

"Wow! This is..." Prim couldn't help but exclaim.

What a pastoral scenery.

Paved with a large amount of bluestone, the wide avenue that can accommodate four carriages passing through in parallel are neat saplings like honor guards. You can tell at a glance that the saplings are just as tall as the people.
Chapter completed!