Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 43 Suspicious Clouds
Xia Houyan did not mean to blame Mayor Joel.

He knew that when Old Joel proposed to buy the seeds of elf crops, he was purely making suggestions for the future development of the new territory.

It's just that due to his fixed mindset, Mayor Joel subconsciously thought that the current Igor family was still the richest family in the Western Region.
——If it were a few years ago, the most precious elf plants on the market, as long as the Igor family really needed it, even if they spent a lot of money, they would not blink or frown once!

But after the imperial court came to inspect the Grand View Garden, the Igor family has long since entered a miserable state where the landlord's house has no surplus food. Even if the lord goes out to sell his butt, he will not be able to earn half of the money for an elf plant!
As soon as Mayor Joel spoke, he also remembered that the current funds were tight and the proposal of elf crops was not feasible, so he simply kept his mouth shut.

After all the matters were discussed, the lord climbed into his carriage.

Therefore, the migration expedition of the Igor family, after experiencing the thrilling years of dancing with corpses in the infected area, once again started the wheel and went straight for a bright future.

Behind the team, the rolling corpses were like the tail flames of fireworks, and like the track of a cruise ship, they followed closely behind the family motorcade, escorting their new owners all the way south.

Out of respect for the lord's identity and status, his carriage was the most spacious in the group, enough to hold five or six strong men, but at the moment there were only Xia Houyan and his maid Anjie Randall in the carriage. Just people.

The other spaces in the carriage were almost filled with all kinds of belongings - the gains in Adrian's laboratory were not trivial.

So, he made use of the fine tradition of the landowner Lao Cai sleeping with gold ingots in his arms, and stuffed these treasures into his car.

This behavior made Anjie Randall, who was so tidy and slightly inclined towards cleanliness, almost collapsed.

However, this little maid has more important things to consult with the lord.

"Lord Elliot, have you seen Sister Alice?" the little maid asked suspiciously.

"What...what?" Xia Houyan sneezed, looking a little nervous.

"It's nothing... I just felt that she looked a little weird today, as if she was avoiding us." An Jie shook her head, "She wasn't like this before..."

"Maybe I'm a little excited to leave the infected area..." Xia Houyan sneezed again.

"Oh, put on more clothes!" An Jie picked up a coat from the side and carefully put it on the lord's body. "It's almost winter, what should you do if you catch a cold? There are more than 500 of us. Counting on you..."

"It's okay, I caught a cold at night..." Xia Houyan pulled the collar of his coat and said "cool" with a smile.

Fortunately for Xiahou Yan, Anjie Randall did not get involved too much on this topic, but reached out and lifted the kettle, placed it over the lion lantern and heated it with a flame for a while, and then poured a hot cup for the lord. of tea.

The lord took the teacup and drank the reddish tea in the cup. As the tea entered, there was a short-lived spicy sensation, and then a mouthful of sweet aftertaste. The taste reminded Xia Houyan of the ginger tea in syrup on earth.

"This is water soaked with 'Purple Leaf Dragon Ginger'!" The little maid raised her head in a somewhat congratulatory manner, "I only heard from Master Van Luis that there is such a thing. I cut a piece for you, soaked in water to warm your body! Lord Lord, how is it, is it delicious?"

"Well..." Xia Houyan smacked his lips: that piece of "Purple Leaf Dragon Ginger" should also be one of the magic materials left by Adrian. Jie soaked in water...

But one thing to say, the 800-year-old ginger tea is quite delicious...

"How much is left of the purple leaf dragon ginger?" Xia Houyan returned the teacup to An Jie, "It tastes good, slice it for me and make a pot every day from now on."

"Yes!" Anjie happily agreed, and continued pouring tea, "Master Elliot, the experience of these few days is really like a dream..."

"Yeah... a big dream." Xia Houyan smiled helplessly.

Who would have thought that just a few days ago, he was still sitting by the Seine River in Paris on vacation, and in the blink of an eye, he traveled to another world and became a noble lord?

Of course Anjie Randall didn't know the Lord's thoughts, and sighed to herself:
"Let's go back and tell Miss Katerina about this experience. She will definitely not believe it! The infected area, the corpse tide, and your necromancy..."

"Speaking of which..." Xia Houyan pinched his chin in confusion, "I remember that the original route planned by the convoy was to bypass the infection zone from the west and go south, right? Then how did our convoy enter the infection zone by mistake? ?"

According to his incomplete memory, Elliot Igor was already in a coma when the team strayed into the infection zone, so he didn't know anything about the scene at the time.

Due to the busyness before, Xia Houyan had no time to think about this crucial issue.

But no matter how you say it, it is too outrageous for such a large team to go the wrong way and run into the infected area!
"It's not all because of that gray fog!" An Jie sighed.

Gray fog?

This slightly sensitive word made the Xiahou officials resist the urge to pray for "Blessed and Yellow Immortal Venerable" and asked:

"That is how the matter?"

"I'm not too sure..." Anjie's expression was a little tangled, "you suddenly fell into a coma, and Mayor Joel and Master Laurie were busy diagnosing your condition in those days. I somehow entered a gray fog, and I couldn't even see the road!"

The maid bit her fingers and frowned, recalling the scene at that time:
"The fog lasted for about two or three days, during which we have been following the compass, but I'm afraid something went wrong. When the fog cleared, we had already entered the infected area - then you just woke up, right Bar?"

"Yes..." Xia Houyan agreed with his eyebrows pinched.

The memory when he first crossed was very chaotic, and the memory of Elliot Igor he inherited was also missing a large part. Now, in retrospect, it was a mess. It was not until two days after the crossing that his thinking gradually returned to normal, and then Then came the horrific corpse attack.

Xia Houyan felt that this whole thing had a strange aura!

There is nothing special about the infected area, corpse tide, etc. After all, this place has always been like this for 800 years; but what happened to the gray fog that blocked the sight and led the convoy astray?

Although it is late autumn and early winter, it is indeed the weather that is prone to fog;

But the location of the team at that time was simply on a plain. There was no large-scale water source, the air was not humid, and there was no air pollution like London!
High school geography has long said that there are three conditions for fog, and one is indispensable: one is cooling, the other is humidity, and the third is the presence of condensation nuclei in the air.

But the geographical and climatic conditions at that time did not look like fog at all!
In other words, the fog at that time, compared to ordinary natural phenomena, looked like a product of some kind of magic!

Speaking of which, I seem to have read the words related to fog somewhere before...

Xia Houyan stretched out his hand and picked up the "Illustrated Book of Ancient Rituals" beside him, quickly turned a few pages, and soon found the following expression in the chapter of "Serenity":

"When the outer gods are summoned, the gray fog often rises, and it does not dissipate for three days. It may attract the attention of others, so don't be careless."

Summoning... an Outer God?
Could it be that someone held some kind of summoning ceremony nearby, which caused the damn gray fog?

Who can be summoned?Where is the summoned "outer god"?
Xia Houyan stared at his own reflection on the surface of the lion oil lamp, and couldn't help falling into contemplation.

(End of this chapter)