our family is gone

Chapter 792 Full Moon Night
The reason why Lance was so radical was entirely because he had actually fought with those noble armies. To be honest, they were vulnerable. Even the bravery of those knights seemed powerless in front of artillery.

This is a confrontation between a feudal army and a semi-modern army. It is a complete crushing defeat and it is not worth wasting time on them at all.

Because Hamlet has already developed explosives, the era of flintlock rifles has become outdated, and when weapons with more powerful firepower come out, the extraordinary people also appear embarrassed.

Of course, some are still very scary, such as pollutants, which affect the spiritual level, no matter how strong your physical sense is.

That's why Reims abolished slavery, just to divide those potential extraordinary people. Even if you work for nobles like the emperor, you will never get ahead. Even if you win, you will be suppressed by the church. You might as well come to me, Hamlet.

The four-way trade has been cut off for many years. Now Lance is getting information related to the mountain trade from Count Bastia, and he is also preparing to go north through the pass. At that time, he can trade with people on the ice field and also with the other continent.

Lance thought about it and decided not to cancel the trade in these two directions: between Owendo and the Empire, and between the port terminal and Totnes. Although he planned to rebel, he still had to do business.

There is no way. Many resources are not produced in Hamlet and must be imported from outside. After all, the territory is too small.

Fortunately, through his efforts, shipyards, glass factories and other places have been built, as well as workshops of all sizes, finally making Hamlet look like a city.

This meeting lasted for a long time, mainly to unify ideas, improve plans, and tell everyone in which direction Hamlet should work next instead of falling into useless waste.

"For Hamlet."

"For Hamlet!"

After the meeting, people like Patton and Watt had to rush back to deal with matters, while people like Baldwin and William also had their own things to deal with and left quickly.

"Amanda stays."

Lance kept Amanda. You have to know that she was just a consultant before and it was impossible for her to participate in a meeting of this level. The most Lance could do was to reveal some information that she should know afterwards.

For Amanda, being able to participate in today's meeting is enough to show Lance's trust in her.

"What are your orders, sir?"

When it comes to job titles at work, Amanda is sensible and never slacks off on her duties.

"Sit down and talk."

Lance smiled and gestured to a seat nearby. He certainly didn't keep her for any reason, but because he needed a channel to spread the news, especially among the extraordinary people.

"Spread the news. I guess those princes and nobles would like to know about Hamlet's situation. I think you can make a lot of money this time.

Totnes has Rat Street, so other cities or places will also have corresponding gathering places for extraordinary people. I hope the news of Hamlet will spread among them."

Basically, the information Amanda revealed was suggested by Lance, who needed a mouthpiece to communicate with the outside world.

Amanda did make a lot of money from this information, and she even got a share of the profits. Sera was even scared of her.

At first she wanted to pay tribute with the money she earned from selling the information, after all, she had also heard the lord making fun of her.

But Lance gestured for her to keep it herself, and teased her with a smile - how can you ask people to work for free and not pay them and still ask them to hand over money?
Therefore, the reason why people like Amanda are willing to stay with him is never simply because of force.

Now she is very familiar with being ordered to reveal things, and she knows what to say and what not to say with just a few simple sentences.

But she had a piece of news, and after a little hesitation she told it.

"Sera said that Tamara was sent to review our transactions. She should be in Totnes checking the accounts now."

When Lance heard the name, he also thought of her, but they had lost contact for a while. The chess pieces arranged in the early stage became less important after the ancestor passed away.

In the final analysis, that night was just like many of my female classmates in my previous life, drifting away in the wind.

Lance knew what she was worried about. After all, the accounts were indeed cooked, but she had overlooked one problem.

"You are not a member of the organization, how can she investigate you?" Lance said with a smile: "If anyone wants to investigate, I will investigate you."

When Amanda heard this, she naturally understood what it meant. The lord chose her. At least that’s what she felt.

He stood up from the seat nearby, raised his hand to stroke the long wavy hair behind his ear, then leaned over and pressed forward. Even the coat could not block the pressure. He spoke close to Lance's ear, and the warm current from his breath blew on his ears and neck, making him feel inexplicably numb.

"Are you free tonight, sir? I have an account that has been pending for a long time and needs to be reviewed."

"Not tonight, but definitely next time."

"Ah!" Amanda stood up in surprise. Why was the lord unable to do it?
"Tonight is a full moon night, which is equivalent to a huge ceremony. For the extraordinary people, it is the peak of the chaos of the spiritual tide, which also means danger. Do you know how many extraordinary people are hiding in Hamlet now?"

Amanda also thought of this. For someone like her who came from a system like this, the full moon naturally didn't matter. However, many extraordinary people started their careers halfway through, and it was very likely that something would go wrong during their difficult exploration.

Amanda was a smart person and naturally would not continue to pester him. Instead, she received the task and went back to contact Sera to get things done.

Lance also came to the laboratory prepared for Bigby after the meeting.

You can see a large number of complex alchemical instruments working non-stop, the burning and boiling liquids rolling constantly, and emitting a strange smell.

Among them was Bigby, who had not left the laboratory for who knows how long and looked a little disheveled.

A messy hairstyle, a simple cloth mask, and even the white coat was a little yellowed by the smoke.

"Although the time is tight and the task is heavy, it shouldn't be like this, right?"

Lance's voice startled Bigby who was busy, and he could only respond helplessly.

"They're pushing us hard, so this is the only way. Will it affect the war on the front line?"

"Thank you for your hard work. The war is over now. I should be free during this period. I can come and help you find ways to improve the process and find you two talented apprentices. Don't waste your time on this."

Before leaving, Lance asked him to make as much explosives as possible. After all, both testing and other activities would consume a lot of energy.

At present, the production method is still in the confidential stage, and the process has not been simplified in time. He is the only one responsible for it, and the output each time is very barely enough.

Talented people like Bigby should not be trapped on the assembly line, they must be liberated, and research is what he should do. Hamlet's chemistry needs him to drive its development.

"Ok?"

But Lance, who was about to say something, suddenly looked a little confused. His eyes fell on Bigby again before he slowly explained.

"Your body doesn't show any signs of poisoning. It seems your good brother doesn't want you to ruin your body."

The detonator was originally used as poison, so it was naturally poisonous. The long production period was impossible to cover with a simple mask. His father's sudden death was probably caused by poisoning due to years of research. Lance originally wanted to treat him, after all, such talents were rare.

But I didn't expect that he was very healthy and didn't look like he was poisoned at all. Even after working for so many days, he didn't seem to have much damage. He was just a little tired. This was a sign of a strong physique.

The monster in his body not only gave him a super strong digestive system, but also powerful resistance and recovery abilities.

Although there were signs of this before, it has now been confirmed.

Bigby didn't know whether to laugh or cry when listening to the lord's explanation. He was almost going crazy because of this thing and would rather not have this talent.

"It's okay. I came here today just to have a good talk with him."

This made Bigby a little unresponsive. Even with the mask on, one could see the confusion in his eyes.

"Tonight is the night of the full moon. I have never forgotten our original promise to help you solve this problem."

Bigby had been very busy during this period and finally remembered this. His expression suddenly became serious and he would lose control every time there was a full moon night.

He ruined everything the first time, and then was discovered by the church and imprisoned.

On the second full moon night, even the chains on his body could not restrain him, but he still took the opportunity to escape from the Judgment Hall.

Later, he would choose the time to go into the wilderness before the full moon arrived, thus avoiding accidents.

He had been trying to avoid it all, but the full moon was unavoidable and it was hard for him to control himself.

"I see."

"Don't worry, trust us." Lance raised his hand and patted the somewhat distraught Bigby's shoulder, then walked past him and faced the tools. "Leave this to me, you take a rest."

"My Lord, do you also know alchemy?"

"I don't understand, but I've seen you operate it, and I'm a genius."

Lance has never thought that he is really a genius, but he boasted about himself here, and his relaxed smile inexplicably soothed people's tense nerves.

Bigby didn't rest. Perhaps doing something was the only way for him to stop thinking about random things.

Can the Lord really solve the problem that torments him?

Will it win?
Today's workload was quickly handled, and Lance took the opportunity to consider how to simplify the process and allow ordinary people to participate.

Is supernatural power really indispensable? Not necessarily. The path of industrial chemistry must be explored...

Today's mission was quickly completed, and in the process another person came, that was Alhazred, because he was also entangled in the dirty things, and as a mystic, he was able to help Lance judge some mystical issues and play the role of a consultant.

The three of them had an in-depth discussion on Bigby's problem and how to deal with it.

"I am nothing more than a puppet controlled by the demon lurking in my blood. Whether I am awake or asleep, this nightmare will never end. I may not be able to regain my humanity next time..."

"To treat me is to treat a beast. Sooner or later, it will control me and bring misfortune to the world. Perhaps I should use death to send it back to hell."

Bigby made no secret of his inferiority and fear, and even somewhat resisted the treatment. In comparison, Alhazred, who had endured more and more horrific torture than Bigby, did not collapse but seemed very calm.

As for Lance, he began to comfort him, as if he sensed that his behavior was becoming increasingly strange as the sky gradually darkened.

"The situation is far from being so bad. I believe we can control it and control our own destiny!"

Lance's words were extremely bewitching, as if they carried magical power, and they actually brought Bigby back to consciousness a little.

"As long as I am free, I will fight to the end."

"That's right! Stick to your beliefs and show that guy your unyielding strength. Then just watch me perform."

Lance's words seemed to be the key to unlock the cage. Bigby's expression suddenly became distorted, and his limbs twitched uncontrollably.

Alhazred realized something, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and then quietly retreated behind the crowd.

Looking at the surroundings, it was obvious that we were far away from the city and in the unknown wilderness.

Bigby in front of Lance finally lost control. With a roar, his muscles and bones underwent incomprehensible changes. The next second, a monster tore through his white coat and appeared on the field with tattered cloth.

"Ouch..."

His body was forcibly stretched taller, his muscles swelled, his skin was dark red, like boiling magma, his blood vessels were spread out on his body like cracks in the divided rock layers, showing a strange yellow-green color, and even emitting fluorescence in the dim light.

The head had completely lost its human shape and looked as hideous and terrifying as a bloody, skinned wolf's head. There was a pair of long sharp horns on its head and a tuft of horse-hair-like hair on its back.

Its hands have sharp claws and its legs are arched, but its feet are not hoof-shaped but have sharp claws on the soles.

This thing doesn't look like a werewolf at all, it looks more like a demon living in hell.

Lance did not move, but stayed within five steps of the monster, silently observing the rare transformation.

By peeking into the transformation of his body through the power of flesh and blood, it seems that some interesting secrets have been discovered.

However, this peeping had already aroused the monster's hostility. Almost as soon as it completed its transformation, the monster lowered its head and charged towards Lance.

Lance was not panicked at all. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the horns and wrestled with the monster.

At the moment of contact, only the two sides felt the confrontation of that force, and almost at the same time, the ground beneath their feet inexplicably sank, and the slightly contaminated snow even exploded. You can imagine how terrifying it was.

"Try harder, haven't you eaten?"

Lance's shout came, and he knew that the guy hidden in Bigby could understand it.

Sure enough, the force increased a bit, but it was still difficult to shake Lance's steps. At the same time, those unpleasant words were thrown out of his mouth.

"You're useless. No wonder you can't even beat an ordinary person."

The sound angered the monster, and he gave up wrestling and swung his claws to hit Lance.

but……