Chapter 670 Territory

Peng!

The spider web opened in mid-air, covering the shade of the trees in an instant, and even densely packed small spiders crawled out of it, forcing Fang Yuan to show up.

"Spell?"

He stared at the old man on the opposite side, but there was a gleam in his eyes: 'The spellcasting system is completely different from that of the dream masters, interesting! '

"kill him!"

Howling, the rest of the warriors swooped on again.

Fang Yuan stepped on his feet, and his whole body flew back in an instant, and suddenly turned to sprinting again, his movements were strange, full of an indescribable sense of contradiction.

puff!

A little blood spattered, and another soldier holding an epee clutched his throat and fell down.

"Do you think I will only hide in the dark and attack?"

He sneered, and the iron sword moved continuously, killing two more people in an instant.

"It feels like an ordinary fighter. Although he is considered an elite in the army, it is not enough to deal with me!"

Fang Yuan wiped the blood-stained long sword, and suddenly tilted his head, avoiding a crossbow arrow with a tricky angle.

"You really are the descendant!"

The old mage yelled.

"A descendant? I don't know what you mean. I only know that you manipulated monsters, attacked villages, and wanted to kill me! A future knight! A real nobleman!"

This world might have some means of light and shadow that can record or retrace part of the image. Of course, Fang Yuan would not leave any excuses, but scolded with a sense of justice.

"you……"

When the old mage heard this sentence, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Ordinary Orion would have such skill? And brazenly calling himself aristocrat? It's all about pouring dirty water on their heads!

call out!

While speaking, Fang Yuan kicked, and a stone flew out of the air, hitting the crossbowman's forehead.

With Fang Yuan's physical strength at this time, the flying stones were equivalent to bow and arrows. The unlucky guy's head had a big hole in it, and he fell limply.

"This kind of combat power, a high-level fighter?"

The old mage's eyelids twitched wildly, he gritted his teeth suddenly, took out a scroll from his arms, and with a movement of his palm, it was about to tear and activate.

"cut!"

As soon as the scroll appeared, Fang Yuan immediately felt that the surrounding elements began to riot, and immediately rushed forward without thinking, and the long sword in his hand flew out.

"ah!"

With a scream from the old mage, his entire arm was cut off and fell to the ground.

And Fang Yuan took this opportunity to solve the resistance of the rest of the people. Shi Shiran came to the old man and kicked him, turning the sorcerer into a curled up prawn with his hands stretched out. He worked hard, and in an instant, his only remaining hand and leg joints were removed.

The pain of the broken arm, coupled with the pain of the wrong bone, made the old mage's face covered with cold sweat.

In fact, it was beyond Fang Yuan's expectations that he could persist until now without fainting.

'impossible……'

But at this time, in the old man's eyes, Fang Yuan easily read the meaning of shock and disbelief.

‘It’s just a simple investigation mission, how could our team be completely wiped out? There are quite a few extraordinary people among us...'

Shock echoed in the old mage's heart, and he looked at the expressionless Fang Yuan, and suddenly trembled: "No! You can't kill me!"

"I'm fighting back in self-defense, right? No matter which territory's laws are followed, it's reasonable." Fang Yuan said calmly: "I will hand over your corpses as robbers to the local lord—to attack the village, Carrying out massacres is something you can’t blame, so think about your end, your head will be chopped off by the enraged lord, hung on the city wall, and even your family members will be arrested!”

"No……"

As if thinking of some terrible consequences, the old mage's cheeks twisted: "You can't do this... I am a member of the secret agency!"

"Secret agency, can you tell me about it?"

A smile appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

No matter how determined a person is, as long as he breaks through the bottom line once, it is easy to commit another crime.

Not to mention, the higher one's position, the more afraid of death!

That's why every time a righteous man slaughters more dogs, he is always a scholar in his heart.

Sure enough, after breaking through the bottom line, the old mage didn't dare to neglect, and immediately said what he knew like beans in a bamboo tube.

Of course, during this process, Fang Yuan was very careful. Shen Yuan sensed a slight abnormality in the element, and immediately opened a bloody gash on him, immediately making all the little tricks of the old mage useless.

...

"Secret agency? An organization that monitors descendants from other worlds and searches for information about planes?"

Fang Yuan rubbed his chin: "The highest ideal is to let the Menger world rule everything, while the human race dominates the entire world... racists!"

The old mage trembled all over.

At this point, he was completely sure that the person in front of him was the rumored 'descendant', even more terrifying than the records in the organization, but he had no way to pass on the news.

"Are you afraid... afraid that I will kill you?"

Fang Yuan smiled: "Smart guy...but you are still useful to me!"

While speaking, he covered the mage's head with one palm.

"No...you can't kill me. I'm a member of a secret agency. If you hurt me, you're making an enemy of our entire organization. You don't know how powerful our organization is, and we maintain contact with many churches..."

The old mage was in tears.

"Yes, I know...but so what?"

Fang Yuan stretched out his mind and entered the old mage's sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, a brand new spell system was revealed in front of him.

'The spellcasting system in this world is to first build spell templates with spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then draw power from the elemental plane...and due to consumption and conflict, most of them need spell-casting materials, and there are even spell-casting forgotten feature, after using the spell, you must re-memorize the template, no matter how you look at it, it feels very troublesome...'

After a while, he slowly withdrew his palm.

As for the old mage, his eyes turned white, he fell to the ground, and his breath was gradually cut off.

In order to obtain the most complete spell memory and data, Fang Yuan didn't hold back much, maybe his soul suffered some irreversible damage.

"Of course...Even so, I can't destroy the soul, because this is the sphere of authority of Hess, the lord of the underworld... Mortals cannot be offended!"

Even if he had killed Yingye at this time, some rules among the gods could not be easily violated.

Otherwise, the next time the entire Reaper Church came to attack, Fang Yuan would not be very sure that he would be able to take over.

"Your Mightiness!"

At this time, Ghosn finally arrived at the scene with the militiamen from the village.

"They... are the murderers who ordered the giant wolf to attack the village this time..."

Fang Yuan clapped his palms: "You guys clean up the battlefield, and then give me the spoils. Also, report to the local lord!"

"Obey!"

Looking at Fang Yuan at this time and the corpses on the ground, Ghosn suddenly felt a lot of awe, and said cautiously.

‘These people will soon be identified as thieves, right? '

Fang Yuan waved his hand and asked Ghosn to carry the corpse, while he watched the scene silently: "This is the tragedy of doing secret work, even if you die, you can't be rehabilitated, and maybe your family will be hurt..."

...

What happened in this small village finally delayed Fang Yuan's trip.

However, even so, three days later, he also arrived at Shawshank Territory, the manor of Knight Jorah.

The season at this time is autumn, and many farmers are working hard on the ridges on both sides of the field, planting plants similar to wheat and rye.

The main food crops in Menger World are also wheat. Fang Yuan directly named them wheat, barley, rye, oats, etc. based on his own habits.

Among them, wheat and rye grow very slowly, so they need to be sown in autumn and harvested in the next summer, and they are easy to suffer from disasters, but they have the best taste and nutrition, and the yield is not bad. They are made into white bread, which is the food of the upper class. .

Oats and barley are sown in spring and can be harvested in three months, but they are poor in nutrition and low in yield. They are generally used as fodder and food for serfs.

"Here, it should be the fief of the Jorah knight..."

Fang Yuan looked far and wide, and saw a huge windmill in the middle of the field, slowly turning with the breeze, and a small mill underneath.

According to the mark on the inheritance document, this land of more than 5,000 mu, together with the mills, villas, livestock, and serfs working on it, is the inheritance of the knight that Fang Yuan is about to inherit.

"It seems that the economic situation of this Jorah knight is pretty good among the knights..."

After careful identification, he probably estimated the production in the territory.

The farming system at this time was relatively advanced, similar to the three-field system in the Middle Ages of the previous life, that is, the cultivated land was divided into three parts, one part was fallow every year, and two parts were cultivated, one part was sown with oats and barley in spring, and the other part was sown with wheat in autumn with rye.

Even so, the output is not very good, about one hundred catties per mu of land per year.

The 'mu' and 'jin' here are naturally concepts in Fang Yuan's mind, and the calculation methods of local people may be different.

But according to Fang Yuan's estimate, there are almost no vegetables and meat at this time, and an adult should need about one catty of food a day.

In other words, an average person needs four to five acres of land to feed them.

The population of the entire knight's collar will not exceed one thousand, and the elderly and children must also be counted.

In fact, it is only at the level of a small village head. Of course, the premise is that this small village is completely privately owned.

"Of course... in the eyes of the lower class people in this world, a knight is already a very important person. After all, with a hereditary fief, he has the title of knight, and he is a real upper class!"

"This inheritance may be a little troublesome!"

Fang Yuan looked at the land, but smiled indifferently.