Our family is in decline

The reason why Lance is so radical is that he has really fought against those noble armies. To be honest, they are vulnerable. Even those knights, their bravery seems powerless in front of artillery.

This is a confrontation between feudal armies and semi-modern armies. It is completely crushing. It is not worth wasting time on them.

Because Hamlet has already developed detonating powder, the era of flintlock rifles has begun to become outdated. When weapons with more powerful firepower come out, extraordinary people will also be embarrassed.

Of course, some are still very scary, such as the pollutants, which affect the spiritual level. No matter how strong your physical meaning is, it is useless.

So Lance abolished slavery, just to divide those potential extraordinary people. Even if you work for nobles like the emperor, you will not have a chance to succeed. Even if you win, you will be suppressed by the church. It is better to come to Hamlet.

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

Lance thought about the trade between Owendo and the Empire, and between the port terminal and Totnes. Although he planned to rebel, he still had to do business.

There was no way. Many resources were not produced in Hamlet, and they had to be imported from outside. After all, the territory was too small.

Fortunately, after his efforts, shipyards, glass factories and other things were built, as well as large and small workshops, which finally made Hamlet look like a city.

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

"For Hamlet."

"For Hamlet!"

After the meeting, people like Barton and Watt had to rush back to deal with affairs, while Baldwin and William also had their own things to deal with, so they left soon.

"Amanda stay."

Lance kept Amanda. You know, she was just a consultant before, and it was impossible for her to participate in this level of meeting. At most, Lance revealed some news she should know to her afterwards.

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

"What do you want, sir?"

Amanda was tactful when it came to her job title, and she never failed to do her job.

"Sit down and talk."

Lance smiled and gestured to a seat beside him. He certainly didn't leave her there for any mess, but because he needed a channel to spread the news, especially among the extraordinary people.

"Spread the news. I guess those princes and nobles want to know about Hamlet's situation. This time, I guess you can make a lot of money.

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

Basically, the news Amanda revealed was prompted by Lance, and he needed a mouthpiece to spread to the outside world.

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

At first, she wanted to pay tribute to the money she earned from selling the news, after all, she also heard the lord's jokes at the beginning.

But Lance gestured to her to take it herself, and laughed and teased - how can you ask people to work without paying and ask them to hand in the money?

So Amanda's willingness to stay with him was never simply because of force.

Now she was very familiar with being ordered to leak, and she knew what to say and what not to say in a few simple sentences.

However, she had a piece of news, and after a little hesitation, she still said it.

"Sera said that the higher-ups sent Tamara to review the transaction between us, and the people should be checking the accounts in Totnes now."

Lance also remembered her when he heard the name, but it had been a while since they had been out of contact. The chess pieces arranged in the early stage became less important after the ancestor was gone.

In the end, that night was like many female classmates in the previous life, drifting away with the wind.

Lance knew what she was worried about. After all, she really falsified the accounts, but she overlooked a problem.

"You are not a member of the organization, how can she check you?" Lance laughed and complained: "If she wants to check, it will be me who checks you."

Amanda naturally understood what she said when she heard this. The lord chose her, anyway, that's what she felt.

He stood up from his seat, raised his hand and brushed his long wavy hair behind his ear, then leaned over and pressed down. It was a pressure that could not be blocked by the coat. He spoke close to Lance's ear, and the warm current of his breath blew on his ear and neck, making people feel inexplicably numb.

"Are you free tonight, sir? There is an account that has been on hold for a long time and needs to be reviewed carefully."

"Not tonight, next time for sure."

"Ah!" Amanda stood up in surprise. Why can't the lord do it?

"Tonight is the night of the full moon, 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 hidden in Hamlet now?"

Amanda also remembered this. People like her who came from the system naturally don't care about the full moon, but many extraordinary people are half-way monks, and their difficult exploration is likely to have problems.

Amanda, a smart person, naturally couldn't entangle with it, but took the task and went back to contact Sera to do it.

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 liquid is constantly rolling, and a strange smell is emitting.

Among them is Bigby, who has not left the laboratory for who knows how long, and the whole person is a little embarrassed.

Messy hair, a simple cloth mask, and even the white coat is a little yellowed by 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 to this helplessly.

"The urge is tight over there, so it can only be like this. It doesn't affect the war on the front line, right?"

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

Before leaving, Lance asked him to make as many detonators as possible, after all, both testing and other consumption are very high.

At present, the production method is still in the confidential stage, and the process has not been simplified in time. He can only be responsible for it alone, and the output each time is also very reluctant.

Talents like Bigby should not be trapped in the assembly line. They must be liberated. Research is what he should do. Hamlet's chemistry needs him to drive the development.

"Hmm?"

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

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

The detonator was used as poison at the beginning, so it is naturally poisonous. It is impossible to cover it with a simple mask after a long period of production. His father's sudden death is likely to be poisoned by years of research.

Lance originally wanted to treat him, after all, such talents are rare.

But he didn't expect that he was very healthy and didn't look like he was poisoned. Even after so many days of labor, he didn't have much damage. He was just a little tired. This is a manifestation of a strong physique.

In addition to giving him a super digestive system, the monster in his body also has strong resistance and recovery ability.

Although there were such signs before, it is now confirmed.

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

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

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

"Tonight is the night of the full moon. I have never forgotten the original agreement. I will help you solve this problem."

Bigby has been very busy recently. Finally, he remembered this. His expression became solemn. He would lose control every time the moon was full.

The first time, he destroyed everything, and then he was discovered by the church and imprisoned.

The second time the moon was full, he couldn't even suppress the chains on his body, but he took the opportunity to escape from the trial.

Afterwards, he picked the time and entered the wilderness before the full moon came, which avoided accidents.

He has been trying his best to avoid all this, but the full moon cannot be avoided, and it is difficult for him to control himself.

"I know."

"Don't worry, trust us." Lance raised his hand and patted Bigby's shoulder, who was a little lost, and then walked past the tools, "Leave it to me here, you take a rest."

"Sir, do you also know alchemy?"

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

Lance never thought he was really a genius, and he boasted here, and his relaxed smile made people's tense nerves inexplicably relieved.

Bigby didn't rest, maybe for him, only doing something could stop him from thinking about it.

Can the lord really solve the problem that tortures him?

Will he win?

Today's workload was quickly solved, and Lance took the opportunity to consider how to simplify the process and let ordinary people participate.

Is supernatural power really indispensable? Not necessarily, the road of industrial chemistry must be broken out...

Today's task was quickly solved, and in the process another person came, that is Alhazred, because he was also entangled with dirty things, and as a mystic scholar, he could help Lance judge some mystical issues and play a role as a consultant.

The three of them discussed and studied Bigby's problem and how to deal with it.

"I am just a puppet controlled by the monster lurking in my blood. Whether I am awake or asleep, this nightmare will never end. Next time, I may not be able to restore my humanity..."

"Treat me like a beast. It will control me sooner or later and bring misfortune to this world. Maybe I should use death to bring it back to hell."

Bigby's inferiority and fear were not concealed, and he even resisted the treatment. In contrast, Alhazred, who had suffered more and more horrible torture than him, did not collapse, but seemed very calm.

As for Lance, he spoke to comfort him, as if he felt that his performance became more and more weird 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 very bewitching, as if they had magical power, and they really pulled Bigby's consciousness back a little.

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

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

Lance's words seemed to be the key to open 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 surrounding situation, it was obvious that he had moved away from the city and was in an unknown wilderness.

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

"Ouch..."

The body was forcibly raised, the muscles also expanded, the skin all over the body was dark red, like boiling magma condensed, the blood vessels spread on the body like the cracks of the divided rock layers, showing a strange yellow-green color, and even emitting fluorescence in the dim light.

The head has completely lost its human shape, and it looks like a bloody, skinned wolf head, with a pair of long sharp horns on its head and a tuft of horse mane-like hair on its back.

Claws grow out of its hands, and its legs are arched. Fortunately, its feet are not hooves, but feet with sharp claws.

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

Lance didn't move his steps, and was within five steps of the monster, silently observing the rare transformation.

Through the power of flesh and blood, he spied on the transformation of his body and seemed to have discovered some interesting secrets.

However, this peeping has aroused the hostility of the monster. Almost as soon as the transformation was completed, the monster lowered its head and rushed towards Lance.

Lance was not panicked at all, but reached out and grabbed the horns to wrestle 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 under their feet inexplicably sank, and the slightly stained snow exploded, which was horrible.

"Try harder, haven't you eaten yet?"

Lance shouted, and he knew that the guy hidden in Bigby could understand.

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

"Waste, no wonder you can't even beat an ordinary person."

This voice angered the monster, and he gave up the way of wrestling and waved his claws to hit Lance.

But...