The super lord of the island

Chapter 33 033. The Kindness of the Three Wheat Cakes

Sarah~
The towering giant tree fell, and the tree crown groaned overwhelmed.

"The tree fell! Pull the rope hard!!"

Four or five ropes are tied to the branches to control the direction in which the giant tree falls.

Under the rhythmic call signs of the serfs, the tree trunk fell heavily to the ground with a loud bang. Although there was a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, the vibration of the ground could still be clearly felt.

After landing smoothly, the men and women waiting on the side swarmed up, either holding a long saw or a sharp axe, and chopped off the small branches, leaving the thickest and roundest logs to be dragged to the newly built lumberyard.

The serfs kept repeating this process. Looking down, the edge of the green forest on the south side gradually moved away from Aurora Village.

"Martha, take a rest when you're tired."

The man looked at his wife with concern, their clothes were soaked with sweat, but the woman didn't intend to stop, she looked up at her man.

"I'm not tired. The homeland of Walrus Island has been destroyed by the Vauxas, and we can never go back. Lord Jialan made a promise that serfs who perform well can get better treatment."

As the woman spoke, she swung the ax in her hand, but her husband was not so optimistic.

"Do you really believe it? The promises of nobles are like rainbows in the sky, invisible; what's more, he looks like a child without a beard!"

Martha shook her head, she did not agree with her husband.

"Because Lord Jialan is immature, his words can be trusted."

"Uh…"

The woman's words made Jason at a loss for words. He didn't know how to refute, so he had to cooperate with the woman's movements to clean up the branches quickly. Although these small branches are not qualified to enter the lumberyard, they need a lot of firewood for cooking in the kitchen, so they just come in handy. .

Firewood is the most selfless gift of nature. The flame it burns brings warmth and light to people; while the soil, watered by sweat, grows strong wheat seedlings.

The climate here is suitable, the sun is abundant, and elemental energy flows in the air all the time. Facing such a rich natural ecology, Jia Lan believes that as long as he manages well, it will not take long to become a wealthy baron nobleman.

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Into the night
A blazing bonfire in the village lights up the night, and the serfs gather in front of the stone house that serves as a large dining hall, and line up to receive their share of dinner one by one.

"No... there is an extra piece."

Martha swallowed the saliva in her mouth. Although she could eat three pieces of wheat cake, she carefully pointed out the unreasonable place, and was about to reach out to pick up one of them and put it back, but Mai Duo blocked it.

With a slight smile on Mai Duo's face, he explained: "Master Jialan came back from the field inspection today and was very satisfied with everyone's performance. He ordered an extra piece of wheat cake for each meal in the future, so each of you can receive three pieces of wheat cake."

Hearing that it was an extra meal arranged by the lord, the crowd in the team suddenly became agitated.

"Three oatmeal cakes! Do you have breakfast, too?"

"Of course, haven't you heard that there is an extra oatmeal for every meal! Every meal!"

"Long live the lord—"

A male slave raised his arms high, and was just about to shout a few words of praise, but suddenly realized that he was on the island of no light, not his hometown of walrus island, and the lord he was loyal to was not the original Viscount Joseph, but Baron Garan .

The man rubbed his nose, looked around, and found that everyone was actively receiving food and no one cared about his embarrassment. He didn't care about anything, picked up the bowl and yelled and squeezed forward.

"Hey! Don't grab it all! Save some for me!"

There was some commotion at the scene, but fortunately, Mai Duo made enough wheat cakes and distributed them. The three children, including Jenny, and every serf received food and water.

At present, the slaves do not have independent houses, and all the slaves are crowded in the planned three stone houses, which are managed by Maihe and Malt in turn.

You can go to the beach to take a bath, but there is a time limit. After eight o’clock, the wooden gates surrounding the entire village will be closed, so the slaves who need to wash off the dirt will go to the beach together after receiving the wheat cakes, and they will finish eating when they reach the beach. Then simply rinse and rush back to the village without delaying the rest.

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Compared with the noisy outside, the inside of Aurora Castle is very quiet.

Seeing that the gradually falling dusk could no longer provide enough light for the castle, the maid Irina picked up the red-hot charcoal and carefully blew air through her mouth to light up the bronze oil lamps inlaid on the stone wall one by one.

Compared with the simple stone house, Irina, who was once the daughter of a nobleman, can handle the work in the castle better.

With the lights on, the restaurant on the second floor of the castle became brighter, and two figures, one old and one young, were sitting at the milky white marble dining table.

"August Scholar, please have a meal."

"Thanks for the hospitality."

Ogunte nodded, and picked up the knife and fork to eat. His elegant and calm demeanor made Jialan envious, but he knew that a vulgar person like himself could not learn it, so he had to take the opportunity to inquire about things he was interested in.

"Ahem ~ Scholar Auguste, have you found what you said you were looking for?"

Hearing Jialan's inquiry, Auguste's white brows tightened, and he swallowed the food before he spoke: "The area of ​​Wuguang Island is larger than I imagined, especially on the west side of the island, there is a thick black fog The shroud will not disperse for a long time, I am afraid that there are unclean things entrenched."

After finishing speaking, Auguste glanced at the young lord, and said something related to Jialan, and he raised his hand and pointed to the north.

"Yesterday, I accidentally found traces of someone moving in that direction. Although that person deliberately concealed his whereabouts, the residual heat from the charcoal fire in the soil was like a bright light in the dark to me. Judging from the traces, it should be an experienced jungler." hunter."

Jialan was slightly surprised, but not too surprised. One must know that the lowly-strength WALL-E can survive on the island for half a year, and it would be reasonable for other exiles with strong survival skills to survive.

"Is it the north of the island? That direction is not far from the port. It stands to reason that Aurora Village should have been discovered long ago..."

Jialan looked thoughtful, chewing the food bit by bit.

A jungle hunter hidden in the dark makes it impossible to figure out the other party's attitude. Is it non-interference or is there another plan?
"Forget it for now. My people won't be able to go to the north for the time being. As long as he doesn't come to provoke me, I won't do anything to him."

Jialan shrugged, and brought the topic back to the original fire. Ever since he came to the Blind Island, Auguste has kept his true identity secret. This made Jialan very curious, and tried to find out the point useful information.

"Ha ha."

August's wrinkled face showed a kind smile, and his pair of green eyes full of wisdom and experience instantly penetrated Jialan's little thoughts, but he didn't care, and instead had good kindness towards the young lord in front of him.

He lives in Aurora Village these days, and he can see all the big and small things in the village. The common problems of human nobles, such as extravagance and waste, destruction of jungles, indiscriminate hunting, abuse of power, and selfish desires, etc., have not appeared in Jialan. .

So he doesn't mind revealing more information to the other party.

"During my travels in the Ionina Alliance, I discovered that there are Vauxas lurking. You have to pay attention to the movements of the major forces. The rare balance between them shows signs of overturning. It is not wrong to prepare more food.

The residual poison left by history has been lurking for thousands of years. The national uniforms of the three major human races seem to be harmonious on the surface, but in fact the contradictions are irreconcilable. Perhaps, what is lacking before the catastrophe erupts is just a spark..."

(End of this chapter)