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Chapter 1630 Porcelain
Other lords want to recruit soldiers and need to send knights to various villages to force them to recruit, but I have more than 1000 people here with a random recruiting order. It is no wonder that all powerful countries in history have closely linked land to military achievements Taken together, this is indeed the best allocation of war resources.

A soldier's performance is his military exploits, and his interests are his land.

"It's over, the young master's paranoia is getting worse!"

The old butler looked pessimistically at his crazy young master squatting on the dam of the castle moat with his fat butt pouted, constantly groping in the dirty mud with his hands, occasionally crushing the mud into particles and putting it on his Sniffing vigorously on the nose, with a satisfied smirk on the face, it seems that what is held in the hand is not the fishy soil, but a fragrant roast goose.

In the past few days, my young master seems to have taken a fancy to this embankment of the moat. Every time he went to the garrison camp to train recruits, he wandered back and forth on this embankment, and occasionally strolled in the dirty and wet mud, squatting down to look at it. Look, touch, it's exactly the same as the previous hypochondria.

Zhao Hu squeezed the soil into a ball with his right hand, and then flattened and dried the wet soil with his inner strength. The soft and sticky touch and the gray-white soil surface between his fingers made Zhao Hu ecstatic.

In the past few days, Zhao Hu has been measuring back and forth along the bank of this long river, checking along the river with the water potential, although the surface of the river embankment is covered with black silt.

Following Zhao Hu's survey, it was found that the bottom of this river beach was covered with rare white clay. In the previous life, this kind of soil was also called "porcelain clay" and was used for firing ceramics.

The old butler saw his young master cut off a dead branch from a dead tree by the river, drew a large circle several meters wide on the wet soil, and then placed the dead branch in the middle of his hand fiercely, turned around. Lai smiled at the sluggish old housekeeper behind him, "You find some guards, dig down from here according to the position I drew, and move all the white soil below to the workshop house by the river. great use".

Three days later, Zhao Hu successfully fired porcelain.

"This is an artifact! This must be an artifact bestowed upon the Falcon family by the gods!"

Looking at the porcelain, the old housekeeper yelled with a rosy face, knelt down with trembling feet, and crawled on the ground with his whole body bent down. Several guards who were frightened also quickly knelt down, looking at his young master. A little in awe.

Seeing the overreaction of the old housekeeper and the guards, one by one lying on the ground, looking at him excitedly, Zhao Hu was embarrassed, looking at the twelve warm and snowy clothes that had just been cleaned out from the kiln ashes. The white porcelain was carefully placed on a brown long round table in the center of the castle hall by the guards.

"Stan, the time limit requested by His Majesty the Emperor is almost here. I plan to lead the army to the western Darko Castle to join the Emperor's main force in a few days. How are the soldiers training?"

Zhao Hu looked at Starn's awed and demented eyes looking at the porcelain on the table, held his breath and let out a dull cough, which interrupted Starn's dementia state, and couldn't help feeling aggrieved, "If I had known that porcelain was so flamboyant, I wouldn't have What kind of porcelain are you burning!"

"It's already relatively simple to form a shield wall, but do you really want to lead all the soldiers there? Although there are 300 people, it's only [-] farmers. They really went to the battlefield and couldn't get up. How useful it is!" Starn realized that his embarrassment was seen by the lord, and he replied in embarrassment.

"You send someone to the mountains to inform Munda, pack the magic blood I ordered in wooden barrels, and bring them here. I will be of great use! This time I will give everyone a surprise!"

Zhao Hu patted the shoulder of the adjutant who was afraid of his embarrassing face. The last time he went to Lord Liu Ming, because the hunters were recruited to his army, he couldn't get many people to collect the magic blood. accomplish.

This time I put all the hunters back on purpose, and I also hoped that they could collect more raw tar for me. With more than half a month of vacation, I believe Munda should have settled the matter.

"Magic blood!" Starn frowned in surprise, why does your lord want such evil things?

Starn has also heard of such things as devil blood. It is said that hunters in the mountains collect the venom from the depths of the mountains to smear their arrowheads for the convenience of hunting prey. As long as they are shot by such poisonous arrows, The wounds on the body will heal well, and will continue to weaken due to the continuous high fever in the body until death.

"Yes, I ordered [-] barrels of magic blood and [-] arrowheads of magic blood bursting flames from the hunters. I believe Munda will arrive soon. Remember! These things must not touch the fire source, otherwise we will be the unlucky ones. Already!"

Seeing the dumb look of his adjutant, Zhao Hu stretched out his right hand and rubbed his swollen temple.

In the Falcon Castle surrounded by mist in the early morning, the huge noisy shouts outside the castle made Zhao Hu who was sleeping soundly in the bedroom noisy. The huge voices outside made Zhao Hu startled, "No Someone is coming to attack the castle?"

On the gray walls of the undefended Falcon Castle, a large number of guards walking back and forth wearing red three-legged bird armor with the family crest appeared rarely. The relatively quiet gate of Falcon Castle has now become lively. Boiling ocean.

"What's going on here?" Zhao Hu looked at the large crowd outside the castle, and asked the old butler beside him.

"Master, they all want to come to see the artifact!" The old housekeeper responded.

"Why don't you just look at a few porcelain bottles? There's such a big commotion! Open the gate of the castle and let them in!"

After Zhao Hu listened to the old housekeeper's narration, the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Have someone protect the twelve artifacts, they are very brittle." Zhao Hu thought about a crowd of people crowding around to look at the twelve pieces of porcelain placed on the round table, and he could not help but bow to the old butler next to him worriedly. exhorted.

At this moment, Zhao Hu suddenly felt a sharp gaze shot from the crowd at the gate of the city, like a dagger out of its sheath, chilling his back.

Although Zhao Hu had already turned around at this time, his keen aura still detected the owner of his gaze from the crowded crowd below. The owner of that keen gaze was a thin farmer in tattered cloth, not tall. But it is unusually strong, holding a small water chestnut stone tightly in his fingers, it looks like he picked it up from the side of the road, his eyes are as sharp as a knife, and he looks around with a bit of shrewdness.

This abnormal farmer followed the crowd slowly through the gate of the castle, and as he walked into the gate of the castle hall, he saw the twelve porcelain placed on the round table, his fingers holding the stone became more and more forceful, and his expression became nervous. pale.

The scorching sun that has just risen exudes slightly hot sunlight. It shines on the smooth surface of the porcelain from the wooden window on the door of the castle hall at a 45-degree angle, forming a layer of bright and hazy sacred halo around the porcelain, piercing the hall. All those who came to "pilgrimage" could not open their eyes.

In the hall of the castle, there were so many people kneeling down on the floor that the whole hall couldn’t hold all the people. About one-third of the people were already kneeling on the steps outside the hall. Seeing the sacred aura emanating from the porcelain in the hall, they couldn’t help but They all knelt down piously with the knees of the worshiper in front, bowed their heads deeply, and put their hands on the ground with their palms facing upwards.

Zhao Hu saw the farmer in the hall quietly raised his gaze to scan the situation in the hall, and saw that all the people knelt down devoutly and knelt down, holding the stones in their hands astutely, and the look in his eyes was decisive. .

"Huh" A gray shadow quickly flew from the farmer's quietly waving hand to the porcelain on the round table.

The "touch" was beyond the farmer's expectation. The thrown stone turned to the right in front of his eyes as if hitting a wall, and rolled down into the upper right corner of the hall.
A continuous low vibration of "hmmmm" echoed in the hall where the "Twelve Artifacts" were placed, like a bell being struck.

The farmer with a strange face was also frightened by the sudden strange phenomenon and quickly lowered his frightened eyes. Big beads of sweat rolled down his nervous cheeks, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

"It seems that this is someone here to make trouble." Zhao Hu secretly wiped the sweat from his palms with his fingers, just now he forcibly pulled the stone from the air to the corner with his sense of energy,

Fortunately, due to guilty conscience, the farmer used relatively little strength, and the stone was not too big to succeed. However, he felt a little weak in his body when he forcibly used the Qi sense to pull the foreign object.

"Take him to the side room of the castle. I have something to ask him." Zhao Hu pointed his hand slightly at the abnormal farmer, and a dark force tapped the farmer's waist.

The "Assassin", who was still in panic, suddenly trembled and fell to the ground without moving, but because everyone was kneeling before the porcelain, no one noticed the strangeness of this peasant lying on the ground motionless .

It wasn't until a few guards came over and helped the unconscious "assassin" away that the people next to him came to their senses and made way for the guards one after another. Everyone thought it was another excited comatose assassin. devout residents.

"Who are you? Who is your master? Why did you come here?" In the black prison cell, the turpentine of the torches hanging on the wall crackled, and the thick rotten moisture emitted by the thatch on the ground in the cell made Zhao Hu frowned.

(End of this chapter)