Our family is in decline

He is indeed not the kind of person who likes to be involved. Greendale, who had figured out Lance's character, also knew that she was a little too sensitive and immediately nodded in agreement.

"They are indeed not short of this little money. In the past, our transactions would have divided millions of gold coins a year, and this did not include some of the potions they left behind.

Not to mention that they control the trade routes between the mountains and the empire, monopolize most of the precious materials from the mountains, and no one knows how much money they make every year. "

Lance's calm expression couldn't help but change when he heard this.

What is the concept of millions?

He went to Totnes, one of the world's leading trade nodes, and stole the reserve funds of more than a dozen chambers of commerce in one night, as well as various antiques, artworks and other miscellaneous items.

And Hamlet's current development is the result of his continuous spending of money. If he had a stable income of one million gold coins every year, he could just lie down.

And Bastia's income is far more than this, these should have been his...

"Hmph! No wonder he wants to take advantage of Hamlet."

The Lushou Tribe is gone, and this transaction has naturally stopped. Without such a large amount of money, Bastia's operation will not cause problems, but he is used to taking money, and suddenly it stops one day. This is better than killing him. Still uncomfortable.

Coupled with the civil strife in the empire, the emperor had no time to take care of it, which gave rise to Count Bastia's ambition to become a more powerful territory than Hamlet.

There was a hint of ferocity in Lance's eyes, and it was obvious that Bastia had been marked by him, and he would write it down in the small notebook.

However, Lance has not lost his mind. He just thinks that the money is stored with them and will be taken back when the time comes. Unless the ancestor dies, everything will be a lie.

"Just say what you want to say, there's no one else here."

Lance calmed down quickly and turned to look at Greendale. He could feel something.

At this time, she didn't hesitate, so she expressed her thoughts.

"The eagles are traitors to the mountains, so why not the Lushou tribe..."

Greendale could only sigh, slowly shook her head and continued to add, "Our deal with Bastia provided them with funds and potions, but many of the tribes in the mountains can't even afford the potions we refined.

It can be said that the fate of our tribe was foreseeable, but no one realized it at the time. Even myself, I only understood these things not long ago. "

When she said this, Lance understood why Greendale was in such a mood. Bastia used the money from the Deer Head Tribe to buy equipment and train an army to fight the barbarians. When this deal was known to other barbarians in the mountains, the Deer Head Tribe was completely destroyed. There will undoubtedly be hostility.

This also explains why other barbarian tribes stood aside when the Lushou tribe was attacked by the Langya tribe. It turns out that the problem lies in this.

Lance was also a little numb. Is the leader or priest of the Deer Head Tribe so confident?

They were still too optimistic, thinking that the other barbarians would not touch them, but no one expected that the idiot Zhan Lang would ignore this and just take action.

Thinking of this, Lance suddenly woke up to the real reason why Greendale said these words, and couldn't help but frown and ask a question.

"So you suspect that other tribes were involved in the Wolf Warriors' massacre of the Lushou Tribe?"

Greendale didn't speak, but looking at her troubled look, it was clear that Lance had guessed correctly.

If it was true, then the targets of her revenge would spread from the Langya tribe to the mountain barbarians, and she was confused for a while.

"I think it's not to that level, because after the Wolf Warrior attacked the Lushou tribe, he started attacking other tribes. It can be seen that this person's arrogance and ego have reached an unreasonable level. He will not accept anyone. at the mercy of.

Moreover, it was only the Langya tribe that attacked your tribe at the beginning, and the other tribes at best failed to provide timely assistance. This is a normal choice for them to wait and see an unknown situation.

Otherwise, if they were really working together, why do you think you could escape? They will not leave behind a clansman bearing hatred. "

Lance also understands those people. As a member of the Mountains, you kid exploited us and used the resources of the Mountains to fund the enemy. Moreover, you are enjoying yourself so much. Watching your brothers eat dirt, I would do the same in my place. Fuck you.

I have to say that Lance's idea is correct. If other tribes really joined forces, it would be impossible for Greendale to escape from the mountains alive.

Under Lance's reasoning, Greendale quickly calmed down, and after thinking about it carefully, she was really more suspected of causing chaos.

Lance stood up and came closer to comfort him softly.

"You don't need to carry that non-existent guilt, because it's not you who did such a thing at all, and the only relationship with you disappeared into history along with the Deer Head Tribe. You are now Hamlet's, the one who my people."

What does Greendale really care about? Why does she think this way?

The reason is very simple, probably because of the change of identity, which was triggered by the day when he saw the eagle group, the traitor of the mountains.

I originally planned to discuss it with Lance, but was interrupted by Amanda's insertion, which delayed it until now. Then I just heard Bastia's aggression towards Hamlet.

When Bastia's character changes from a partner to an enemy, it is natural to derive this emotion, the guilt of helping his enemy.

But in fact, she hadn't even taken over the tribe's affairs yet, she was just being groomed as a successor. What could she do at that time?

Nothing can be decided.

In Lance's opinion, she was simply thinking too much.

Women are really troublesome~

It must be said that Lance grasped Greendale's psychology and solved the complex and tangled emotions in her heart with one sentence.

"Hmm~" Greendale's expression also softened, and after she had thought through her thoughts, she seemed normal.

"How is the situation with the Ascension Potion?"

There were still random thoughts during work hours, and Lance felt that she was still too idle and needed to return her attention to work.

"Actually, the original formula of the Ascension Potion can be found in the witch's notes. These cultists added some things to the formula that I don't understand and modified the steps. However, I have completed the optimization to make the potion more mild and preliminary. The refined finished product has also come out."

"How's the output? What's the cost?"

"We still have to wait until Miss Pala completes the test before we know the ratio of potency to concentration, but refining a pot of potion should cost more than seventy gold coins in materials."

Lance had a headache when he heard it. Seventy gold coins, this is a gold coin!

No wonder Alchemy and Pharmacy can only be afforded by a rich man. That is to say, Greendale has full-level skills. Otherwise, if he were to train one from scratch, his family would not be able to withstand the trouble.

"What about leprosy? How is it going?"

"I have prepared a treatment plan, and I was about to tell you..."

…………

At night, Lance walked into the nursing home.

Walking in the dark passage, being blown by the sinister wind from the vents here, feeling the crazy ravings of the cultists echoing in it, makes it even more terrifying.

Hamlet's sanatorium not only serves as a medical research facility, but also doubles as a prison.

The heavy iron door and airtight brick wall will give them some sense of security.

Yes, this door is to protect them. After entering the sanatorium, if they want to get out completely, they have to see what happens.

There were not so many people in the sanatorium before, but with the development of Hamlet, it has become more and more lively. Most of them are cultists. After all, ordinary people are not qualified to enter.

He rarely came here in the past, and the management here was also very rough, as long as he didn't die.

This time he came to find a special person, or prisoner.

Unlike the others, these key captives were housed in sanatorium cells.

"quack!"

Suddenly I heard a strange cry. This inexplicable movement can scare people to death.

But there was no pause in his footsteps, not even a wave, and his steady footsteps echoed in the dim passage.

When I got closer, I saw that the falcon was locked in the wire cage. The movement just now was that it noticed someone coming to blow up the cage.

But Lance just glanced at it, and the falcon that was still screaming strangely when it hit the cage suddenly lost its voice in an instant and huddled up. If it hadn't been in the cage, it would have fluttered its wings and flew away.

Lance didn't bother to care about a bird and directly opened the iron door next to the bird cage.

Just when Lance stepped into the darkness, a sharp attack struck in the next second, like an owl that had been waiting in the darkness for a long time, spreading its wings towards the mouse that exposed its head from the hole, and then stretched out its sharp claws.

But it's a pity that this is not a mouse, but a tiger walking in the forest. He just raised his paw and tore away the tense atmosphere with a wave.

Before the attack could land on him, Lance raised his hand and grabbed the attacker's neck, easily restrained him with one hand and pulled him close to him.

Lance met the special pair of eyes emerging from the darkness, and the next second he let them go with a smile.

"Stop making trouble~"

Under that terrifying power, the attacker was controlled without any room for resistance. The moment he was released, he escaped into the darkness again.

It wasn't until a candlestick appeared in Lance's hand that the figure appeared under the faint light of the fire.

This person is Laura, a member of the Eagle Group.

Now that her green robe is gone, she is wearing a linen suit produced by Hamlet, which makes her whole person stand out.

The figure is lean, but the whole person does not look sickly. Instead, it gives people a feeling of lightness and flexibility.

It's hard to believe that those slender arms can pull the bow string continuously, even if it's just a light bow, but three consecutive shots are also very difficult.

Lance had always thought her face looked a little strange before, but now it seemed true.

Her facial features are deep but her sharp eyes are exceptionally bright, making her look a bit like a falcon.

Lance's gaze made her feel threatened, and she couldn't help but shout.

"Kill me, I won't give in!"

"You didn't participate in the battlefield, so why kill you? Our Hamlet is not an unreasonable place." Lance came back to his senses and threw a package towards her, "Here, the investigation is over, I'm here to let you out. of."

Laura instinctively reached out and took the package, only to realize that the green robe was filled with all her belongings, basically all of them, whether it was a dagger or a short bow.

This time it made her a little unresponsive. She was ready to wait for death, but this...

"Hurry up, change your clothes and come out with me. These clothes are Hamlet's property, you can't take them away." Lance said, turning around and walking out of the cell.

Laura didn't know what was going on. She held her dagger in her hand and couldn't help but look at the figure behind her. However, as soon as she mentioned it, her thoughts were dashed away. The invincible figure of that man appeared in her mind, and her body instinctively Trembling.

I couldn't care less, so I quickly changed my clothes, put on all the equipment, and walked out.

"Wait a minute~"

She was called out just as she walked out, which instantly caused a shiver to run down Laura's spine. Her body muscles tensed and she suddenly turned her head to look at Lance. This action made her look even more strange.

"Your bird." Lance couldn't help but smile when he saw her nervous look, and shook his head to indicate the birdcage hanging nearby.

At this time, Laura breathed a sigh of relief, but she could feel a damp heat on her back, and her violently beating heart had not yet calmed down.

After a slight pause, she went to open the birdcage herself and put the weak falcon into her robe. It had lost a lot of hair after being locked up for a few days, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for the bird she had raised with her own hands.

"What do you think will happen if they find out that you leaked the Knights' whereabouts?"

Lance stood in the shadows, the smile on his face looked particularly weird, and what made people even more frightened was his words, which instantly made her already haggard face even more tangled.

"..." Laura looked at Lance with complicated eyes, and she knew that this matter was not that simple.

"Don't be afraid. Not many people know that you have been arrested, and those knights are even less aware. As long as I don't tell, no one will know if you don't tell." Lance comforted, but this sentence sounded more like It's a threat.

"What do you want?"

"Don't be nervous. You didn't participate in this war. Instead, you helped me find those knights. I'm being reasonable." The smile on Lance's face never changed, and his attitude was so casual, "Why don't you do anything? Just go back and tell Count Bastia that you saw those knights being captured by me."

He didn't force her to do something difficult, but gave her such a simple request that it couldn't be considered a request.

A young man like this, who puts all his thoughts on his face, can't deceive the old Count Bastia, so he might as well keep it simple.

Laura was a little surprised when she heard it, but she didn’t care so much anymore, and now she just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

"Come with me. There will be police officers patrolling outside at night, and there will be military sentries outside. Don't even think about going out without me taking you."

He followed behind him very honestly, but his suspicious look was like a stressed sparrow rather than a raptor.