Chapter 142: The gap (Part 2)

Although the hills are equally quiet, they feel completely different.

The sun shone apart the fields below. Romon saw a new carriage coming in and couldn't help but exclaim. When the carriage looked like it was not a carriage.

Romon decided to go down and take a look. With a little signal, the horse went down obediently. The rhythmic sound of horse hooves alarmed a bird, and the fresh air of the plants came towards him.

Romon focused on the scenery of the hilly path. Halfway through the journey, the sound of gurgling water came.

Cross a bridge and arrive at Murakami.

The first thing I saw was a carriage, which was obviously a noble private carriage. The body was marked by a nobleman, and glass was installed on the window.

There was a circle of people next to the carriage, about three or four.

When Romon appeared, he noticed that two men immediately held the hilt of the sword.

"Hello, are you Lord Tatshaw?" A young man in the middle stretched out a hand to signal the others to relax.

Romon immediately turned over and shook hands with him: "It's me, are you? I prefer you to call me Romon!"

"I am Sir Shaka, and I'm honored to see you!" The man shook his hands and said, seeing Romon a little confused, he smiled and said, "I am a member of the Fried family."

The Fried family? Why are they so familiar? After a moment of silence, Romon suddenly realized that the Fried family is the royal family of the Esk Kingdom, is this person a member of the royal family?

Romon hurriedly said, "Hello, the descendants of the great Mekta and Math, greet you."

Mekta is certainly a powerful hero, but it is said that he can survive the magic war, not only because of his own strength, but also because he once married Math, the daughter of Saisidi, the goddess of river and spring water.

Although Sesidi is just a little goddess, she is a goddess after all. Her daughter also has the ability to manipulate some of the water power, so that she can help her husband win and survive in the water battle.

Therefore, the Fried family can be regarded in a sense as descendants of Syciti, the goddess of rivers and springs.

"Ha, don't be too polite. My family was a branch that was separated very early. I guess the kings now may not know me!" Sir Shaka said cheerfully.

This is true. The kingdom has seven counties, Edmi City (county) and Purang County, which are the territory of the royal family, especially Purang County. It is located in a fertile plain, a national grain production base, and is rich in grapes and olives. In fact, it has long become the foundation of the royal family.

Ornell County and Elinson County are areas where the royal family can reach its influence and also occupy some land proportions.

The three counties of Parkett, Rumke and Dedagg are controlled by their respective counts, but they are nominally surrendered to the king and are generally autonomous. Now, where Romon is located, Parkett, there is no important member of the royal family who comes here. Even if there are, they are still members who cannot be far away.

Moreover, Romon did not feel anything special from him, but even so, he could not neglect it. Romon said politely: "Sir Shaka, your visit has made my territory shine suddenly. If you don't mind, please go to my forest village so that you can receive you. It's too messy."

"No, no, I can get to Port Tevez tonight and return to Edmi City. I was just passing by and heard that another glorious nobleman had been born here, so I came over and checked it out," said Sir Shaka, "Oh, Lord Tatshaw, I didn't expect you to be so young--you are not eighteen years old yet?"

"Oh, yes, I'm just adult and eighteen years old when this year passes!" Romon replied with a smile.

"You are amazing. Maybe you can be level 5 in just one or two years!" Sir Shaka said, pointing to the village without waiting for an answer, saying, "What are you doing? Build a wall?"

He refers to a wall made of blue bricks that is half a meter thick and four meters high.

Romon glanced at it and replied casually: "Yes, it's just building a wall."

"Can you tell me why you built a wall? Is there a fierce beast nearby?" Sir Shaka asked curiously, while asking, the people behind him were all listening.

Romon grabbed his scalp and said sincerely: "It's safe nearby. I haven't heard of any wild beasts. You can feel at ease to pass by. Building a wall is just my hobby!"

This is the truth. Romon is playing the city construction game on earth, and he likes to build all the buildings in the town neatly, and surrounded by neat walls.

When he arrived in this world, after he had obtained the opportunity to build, Romon couldn't bear it and came as usual.

Of course, there are many benefits of order construction. Not only is it neat and clean, but all activities are also clear at a glance, which can form industrial upgrading. Although there is no option for upgrading in the real world, it can also make the distribution of rural and town industries reasonable and the governance will be twice the result with half the effort.

After hearing this, the people behind him showed a look of disbelief, which made Romon on the opposite side very helpless. This is the truth, why do some people not believe it? But Sir Shaka said meaningfully: "This hobby is really good!"

After a meal, Sir Shaka said, "Can you introduce how you want to build it?"

"Oh, look, I'm going to build the wall first, then set up a gate here, build two arrow towers on both sides of the gate, and then inside, plan the road first."

"Plan the road first?" Sir Shaka was a little puzzled.

"Yes, roads are the blood of everything. Only when the roads are distributed reasonably can the construction of the entire village be organized." Romon said proudly.

I have to say that on earth, the knowledge gained from the construction process of playing games can be used as a veritable master if it is hundreds or thousands of years in the morning.

"You see, the roads are blood, and space must be arranged reasonably. It is best to arrange the houses neatly, so that they look pleasing to the eye, but also easy to manage. When patrolling at night, you will not encounter dead corners." Romon said proudly: "And it can also save space. The space you have promoted, that is, between the second row of houses, trees and flower belts can be planted."

"I won't encounter dead corners, but I'll manage it all." Sir Shaka nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and asked in confusion again: "Can you save space. If you plan the streets and flower belts, will it take up a lot of space?"

"Sir Shaka, you're not bad at all, but I've said just now that if it was standard design from the beginning, even if there were streets and flower belts, due to full use, it would occupy no more land than before!" Romon replied: "You can even leave a small square in the center."

"Small square, the holy altar will be built in the future!"

"Oh, yes, but there is still a lord's villa." Romon then remembered that in villages with hundreds of households, an altar must be built, which is a church building that is one level lower than the temple.

"Oh, what about those lands? Will they be redistributed?" Sir Shaka asked, "No one objected to these constituents?"

In this world, the whole world is carried out according to the customary law. Although the lord has great power, he cannot change the principle of land distribution at will.

"That ten years ago, the village lost 80% of its green and strong, so many fields were deserted, so the resistance was not very large." Romon explained: "So, now there is no problem with redistribution, because the land is divided enough and will not be reduced."

Sir Shaka heard this, nodded, and visited again.

Seeing that it was getting late, he said goodbye and Romon sent him to the entrance of the village.

The carriage went all the way, and there were two people riding horses around him. After a long journey, one person finally couldn't help but go forward and asked, "Sir, do you believe his words?"

In the summer of July, the carriage opened the window. Sir Shaka heard it and smiled: "Whether it is true or false, building a city wall is of some use!"

The person who asked the question nodded immediately, hesitated, and asked, "Did you think he know some news?"

"It is impossible. The news of the coming of the devil is strictly controlled, and the maximum notification is to the level of the viscount. Not to mention a new Lord, even those barons can only guess based on clues. Even if someone hints, they dare not say it explicitly. This is a divine metaphor. In order to prevent the panic, no one dares to blatantly violate it." Sir Shaka heard it, his tone was cold, with a breath of life and death.

The man immediately lowered his head and dared not say anything else.

Sir Shaka sighed after a moment, "It is a good thing to have a city wall, and it can be resisted for at least a period of time. As for this person, he is also a genius. He was at level 4 at the age of seventeen. It is said that he has only been two years since he became a druid. It is rare to be a talent. If it is at other times, the future cannot be limited. Now, let's talk about it. According to the metaphor of the gods, the lord on the front line of the demon disaster must never retreat a hundred miles away, otherwise it will be the rebellion of the gods, and killing them will not be a matter of killing."

Speaking of this, everyone present was covered with a shadow.

The magic disaster that once every hundreds of years is really the enemy of mankind. I don’t know how many lives it has taken.

Almost at the same time, Romon, who was not aware of this, was riding a horse home, and was about to return to his villa in the forest village before the sun sets.

At night, it’s not the time to ride a horse, and it’s not rare to fall and get hurt at all.

The newly opened trail is narrow and rugged, and sometimes even has stones and a twisted tree root. These must be carefully done.

However, at this dusk, the wind also blew up, and the wind was filled with cool water, making people feel refreshed.

With the feeling of a druid, the wind brought a burst of fragrance, hills and forests, turning the freshness and vitality of the natural power into a force that made the druid feel relaxed and happy, and spread it to the body.

Romon walked along the way, enjoying the scenery, and he could feel that he seemed to be transformed, and he had reached a step out of thin air with the connection and perception of the power of nature.

It seems that the thin film between the original and nature has been eliminated overnight.

Is this the inevitable effect of a level 4 druid?

Romon is still very strange.
Chapter completed!