our family is gone

Compared to Totnes, which is shrouded in an atmosphere that is colder than winter, Hamlet seems to be full of vitality, and even the cold winter cannot stop their enthusiasm.

Because the news that Hamlet's army defeated the pirates and captured the Shipwreck Island in one fell swoop had spread a few days ago, everyone was shocked by the news and then fell into a carnival.

Of course, there was also the matter of Totnes colluding with pirates, which further ignited their anger. Although most of them were not the original residents of Hamlet, and some were even from the mainland who had never been plundered by pirates, they obviously had a deeper sense of identity with this place.

Some people even wanted Totnes to hand over the people or kill the pirates.

But these voices were suppressed, and there was no internal impact. The people were detained, interrogated, and investigated, and the necessary work was done, and the overall operation was handled in an orderly manner.

As for Lance, he had even less interest in these tedious matters. He was now staying in Greendale's house to avoid the wind and snow.

He also told Hamlet about his own arrangements. If the gains from this attack on pirates could be digested, Hamlet's navy would probably take shape faster and at least be ahead of this era.

"I feel that the place is not suitable for development as a tourist resort. The complex environment will bring danger to tourists. The environment mainly composed of rocks is even more unsuitable. There are many islands, so we can just find another one.

The Shipwreck Island is more suitable for further development into a military port. The complex environment inside is actually a natural confidential dock that can be isolated from the enemy's prying eyes, and some secret projects can also be moved there."

Greendale lazily leaned against Lance to absorb heat. She was not afraid of the cold, but she hated the withering of plants. The dormant nature of winter made her feel a little weaker.

After winter came, she seldom went out. Even if she went out, she would go to the bathhouse to take a bath. She spent most of her time in the warm house compiling plant illustrations, herbal illustrations, and some potion recipes, or refining some potions.

"You're right. Since we're going on vacation, we must find a safer island." Lance seemed to realize that this kind of place is the best research institute, the best prison, and the dock.

At that time, I was thinking too much about enjoying myself, and I only thought about the sunshine, the beach and the coconut trees.

"We can change the design plan later. Anyway, the area has not been cleaned up and planned yet, so there is still time."

Lance hugged Greendale and lowered his head, his voice a little unclear, "It's great to have you..."

"Aren't you afraid that Totnes will attack you directly if you force him into a corner?" Greendale didn't care. She just hugged Lance's head and stroked it, and asked with a smile.

"Fighting is one plan, not fighting is another plan. The most important thing for us is to take most situations into consideration and make plans." Lance looked up and took a deep breath, his tone casual and without any worry.

"Besides, they will never fight with us for ordinary people. Those powerful extraordinary people never care about ordinary people. They will only fight with us if we threaten them."

Lance understood their mentality well. Just like what that man said, he wanted to drain Totnes little by little and did not want to go to war directly, because if the city was destroyed he would have to find a way to rebuild it. Besides, if there were too many casualties, the local labor force and people's hearts would be destroyed, which was not in his interest.

Greendale had no interest in the confrontation between these conspiracies and intrigues. She was not the kind of person who liked to play with people's hearts. She preferred to gossip about a lighter topic.

"Then Tamara is back. Doesn't she have a grudge against Amanda? How did they get mixed up?"

"There is no eternal hatred, only eternal interests. The two of them feel that the world is about to change drastically, and they want to take advantage of this to change the Roma system. That would shake the foundation of the interest group. If there is no change within the Roma, how can the two of them fight those old foxes? Anyway, I don't think it will work out."

Lance could naturally see what the two of them were trying to do secretly, not to mention that Amanda would not hide it from him, but Greendale was a little surprised when she heard it.

"Then why don't you help them or persuade them?"

"Why should I help them? If you interfere with others without reason, you will not be appreciated but blamed. Besides, there are some things that only they can understand after experiencing them. It's OK as long as Amanda doesn't die. It's none of my business how many other Roma people die."

Lance did not hide his indifference, but Greendale asked curiously, "What about Tamara? She came back to find you. Are you going to just watch her die?"

"She has at least half the reason why I hate the Roma. I asked her to help me but she refused. It makes sense for me to ask her for help now."

Grindel knew that the lord was stingy, so she smiled and tried to comfort him.

"A talented astrologer is still very valuable. He is worth winning over because he can break through to the championship in such a short time on his own."

"Genius is the least valuable. Who here is not a genius? You are the same, but you are dragged down by these mundane things. Not to mention her pollution. If she hadn't met me, she would have been doomed. Her rapid improvement is just the rations deliberately prepared by the evil god."

The two were lying on the bed, when suddenly there was shouting outside and knocking on the door.

"Boss! Boss!"

Just after he shouted a few words, Boudica pushed the door open and ran in, "Boss, why haven't you gotten up yet? Didn't we agree to go to the mountains?"

Lance, who originally wanted to stay in bed, was speechless. "I said I'll go when I have time. Besides, it's just dawn now. Can't you let me sleep a little longer in this cold weather?"

"I thought the boss had woken up now..."

Boudica curled her lips in disdain, and then Lance turned over, grabbed the shoes under the bed and threw them at her, "Get out of here!"

Boudica seemed to have expected it, and dodged the shoe. She then ran out faster than she had come in, closing the door behind her, leaving Lance no chance to hit her a second time.

"This bitch, I'll beat her to death when I get back!"

Lance was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. On the contrary, Greendale was laughing uncontrollably at the two people playing around. She pushed the person next to her and said, "Go away. She's almost going crazy these days. She keeps talking about this matter every day."

Then he picked up Lance's head and buried it in his arms, comforting him: "Thank you for your hard work..."

After hesitating for a while, Lance finally went out. Seeing Boudica kicking snow outside, he waved to her.

"come over."

Boudica seemed to be afraid that Lance would hit her, so she walked over slowly, repeatedly raising and lowering her head, looking conflicted.

Sure enough, when she got in front of him, she saw Lance raising his hand. She shivered and closed her eyes and shrank her head, but it was not as expected that her head would explode. Instead, his big hand fell on her head and gently comforted her. "I know what you are worried about, but you have to believe everyone. I don't blame you."

Boudica leaned over and rubbed his hand, then carefully opened one eye. Seeing that the boss really had no intention of hitting her, her originally timid expression disappeared as if her face changed, and she simply opened her arms and hugged Lance.

"Boss, I love you!"

"Alright, alright, hurry up and pack up and go." Lance pushed her away. He knew that this guy was pretending to be scared. How could he be afraid of a fight when he was so thick-skinned?

Lance knew that Boudica had been blaming herself for her negligence that allowed the mad dog to escape. What was even more troublesome was that the dog was not found, and the clues were cut off in a strange place, as if it was not in the same time and space.

She had seen the horror of supernatural powers. The last place that was isolated from a certain space was an extremely dark dungeon. Boudica was very afraid that the man-eating mad dogs would cause some changes there, leading to a more troublesome disaster.

To put it simply, I'm in trouble, boss, save me!

In fact, preparations for this operation had already begun, and the approximate location had been determined during the last entry. William was busy training dogs, and Laura also needed time to raise birds, so they were not taken with them.

Junia was invited by the sanatorium to help with the interrogation. Those nobles and pirates were easily injured due to torture. It was too luxurious to give them healing potions, and doctors could not save the dead. So giving Junia experience points was a good choice.

Because of the special ceremony there, Lance brought two advisors, Alhazred and Amanda, and of course Boudica, with him as they entered the depths of the wilderness in the cold wind...

After Lance received this news, he looked through the ancestor's diary. As expected, it was another good thing done by the ancestor. He found records about the lost farm in it.

[That year, drought once again hit the crops and the miller was in despair. I still remember his dirty fingers clutching his hat tightly and his whole body emitting the smell of sweat and manure.

Sitting comfortably in the observatory, surrounded by telescopes and other sophisticated instruments, I suddenly realized that his misfortune was an opportunity, so I agreed to lend him... my expertise...】

From the diary, we can know that there was a severe drought that year, and the crops in the fields were withering and on the verge of complete failure. The miller went to the ancestor and asked for help, asking for tax reduction or exemption or to borrow some money.

At that time, the ancestor should have been studying the celestial phenomena, looking for the time and signs of the stars returning to their positions as recorded in the ancient records.

Logically he should not have paid attention to the miller's request, but he happened to need a piece of land for experiments at that time, so he agreed.

[Soon granite slabs with some kind of celestial pattern engraved on them were erected around the farm. The miller who had done all this raised his watery eyes to stare at the withered fields and the tired mill, hoping that things would improve soon.

My eyes, however, were directed toward the sky. I marveled at the infinite blasphemy of the stars and wondered what I would gain next.

Some damnable extraterrestrial debris streaks across the night sky and crashes into Old Miller's farm on the outskirts of Hamlet! Those unfortunate enough to witness the comet's arrival are blinded by what is described as "a flickering, changing color with an abominable, violent force."

For two weeks, there has been no news from the farm... only some mysterious groans echoing in the ruins of the mill...】

It was obvious that the stone circle arranged by the ancestor had an attraction to something in the void, as if it was marking it and attracting it. A comet with constantly changing strange colors smashed into the mill in the center of the farm, and then the farm and the surrounding land were severely changed by the extraordinary corrupt power.

And what does our Lord Hamlet, the ancestor, think about this matter?
At the end of the diary, I wrote this sentence:

【And the poor miller was victimized three times in a row. First, the bad weather took away his livelihood, then I took away his land, and now, countless years later, the comet took away his humanity.

My only regret is that I didn't live to see that shoddy mill crushed to pieces by the massive amount of miraculous items I summoned from the void. 】

The whole thing was that the miller asked the ancestor for help, and then the ancestor used that place as a testing ground and summoned something from the void, and then the pollution spread.

At this time, the situation got out of control, and the ancestor sealed this land, which is why he only regretted not seeing the scene with his own eyes...

When it comes to being an inhuman being, Lance is no match for the old ancestor, but now Lance has killed the old ancestor and saved Hamlet from the darkest despair.

Similarly, some things cannot be covered up and must be resolved.

The last time they went in, they were blocked by wind and snow, and they were also chasing prey, so it took a lot of time. But now there is no snow to hinder them these few days, and the location is determined, so the team quickly arrived at the target location.

As soon as they entered the birch forest, everyone felt a strange aura suppressing them, just like William and the others had done before.

"A kind of pollution, a kind of erosion, a strange force is spreading."

"This force is unstable and full of violent changes, but there is no doubt that we are affected by it."

The two consultants, Alhazred and Amanda, expressed their opinions immediately. Their words revealed the complicated situation here, and Lance finally spoke.

"The air is filled with miasma, our vitality is suppressed and even lost..."

Even the usually active Boudica seemed a little depressed, silently alert to the miasma that enveloped the birch forest and lingered in the cold wind.

But this situation was not enough to make Lance retreat. He raised his hand and blessed to temporarily eliminate the discomfort, then led the team forward.

Not long into the entrance, we discovered the upright stone slabs, and just as William and the others had said, they were covered with distorted text, strange runes and complex patterns.

William and his friends had no knowledge of the occult, so naturally they couldn't see anything. At the time, they were worried about causing trouble and didn't even touch it, which was correct.

Among the people who came now, except Boudica, everyone else has studied mysticism, although in different directions, it can be seen that everything engraved on these stone tablets is related to astrology.

The largest stone slab has a circular pattern in the middle, surrounded by a circle of runes and a celestial pattern on it.

From the information left by the ancestors, we know that this thing is called [Celestial Pillar Stone], which is used to fix the core of the sealing ceremony around the farm. (End of this chapter)