The lord is red again

Lord Linde, who wandered around the territory like a boss, attracted the attention of many undead. His fierce and powerful image should appear in the enemy camp.

Many undead inevitably had similar thoughts.

That is, why the village chief of the novice village of Star Dragon Outpost was so fierce, which was completely different from the style of the village chiefs in other regions.

After a not-so-intense discussion, all the undead finally came to a unified conclusion: he is the son of the emperor.

And Linde, who was called the official son of the emperor by the undead, had returned to the old territory lookout and received good news.

They had successfully contacted the mine forces to the north of the Crossroads of Faith.

"The head of the miners is called Ge Nan. He has a group of miners who seem to have drunk the blood of mad wolves. They are mining day and night. They do have a lot of ore."

"What about the transaction?"

"Ge Nan doesn't trust us. He said he only trusts the village chief of the harbor village."

Another friendly NPC forcibly bound by the official?

Although it feels good to have people who trust him unconditionally from the perspective of an undead, it is undoubtedly terrible for him. Many resources will not be open to him because of his identity and position.

"Wait for me to go there in person."

There are too many things waiting for him to be busy.

But mineral resources are the top priority. If he cannot produce them independently, he will be controlled by others. Whether it is producing small linkage accessories for cutting player points, or repairing weapons, infrastructure, etc., resources are indispensable.

He is more eager to return to Goliath. As a mountainous country, Goliath has rich mineral resources, but most of the resources are not in his territory.

When he found Miss Brittany, she was grinding medicine, which was completely different from Miss Miko's medicine cooking process.

Lind admired her figure.

The woman with a veil on her face and a pair of big eyes twisted her body flexibly like a dancer, spinning between the medicine mortars.

Until she poured the magic potion with lavender smoke into the strange porous bottle.

Unlike the glass bottles that must be sealed for potions, Miss Brittany's bottles are full of holes. As she shook her wrist, wisps of barely detectable lavender mist spread out.

"New spices?" Lind asked when she stopped.

"I only know how to make one kind of spice," Brittany handed the small bottle to Lind, and said, "It's just that the way of using it is different."

Unlike Miss Miko's moon enhancement magic and various potion formulas, she can only make potion spices that can make people hallucinate, but what kind of effect the spices can produce depends on her as a perfumer.

"It can make people crazy and terrified, which is different from what you said." As he said, Lind frowned and twitched his nose slightly. "What spices did you mix this time?"

"Melodious singing?"

"I seem to hear it, but it's just average."

Lind raised his hand to pick his ears, and then put the spices down. He is the lord, he is the service provider, if he wants to sell props to the undead, he must strictly control the quality.

Miss Brittany didn't say anything about his impolite comments. This was just a small work of hers.

Lind came to Miss Brittany this time to put the potion on the shelves. Miss Brittany obviously didn't have the hardworking spirit of Miko and was too inefficient.

Spices that can affect the enemy's vision and create illusions can play a big role in battle. The undead people also have good feedback on them. The only problem is that they are too slow to make.

Lind doesn't need hunger marketing. He wishes that consumables can be supplied in unlimited quantities. The undead people can waste as much as they want. The more they spend, the better.

"Have you considered teaching more people?" Lind's eyes fell on Brittany's veil, and then moved up to look at her eyes that were completely different from those of the people of the Rand Kingdom.

Bright eyes, big double eyelids, and a red dot between the eyebrows.

Intriguing.

It's just that there is no ambiguous atmosphere between the two sides. Their relationship is just that of a lord and a captured perfumer. If someone defeats Lind, Brittany can go to him without any psychological burden.

In contrast, Lind was confident that if he needed it, the rabbit would definitely stand by his side with a small dagger in his hand. The only price he had to pay was probably to give her all the potion materials.

Originally, she was going to cook the potion, so it was no price at all.

"Only the believers of the moon..."

A familiar reason for rejection.

"You can ask those spell wizards to help you prepare the materials." Lind felt that he still had to remind the other party to remember to use the tools.

"Dangerous, potentially fatal, and single and repeated ones can all be found by them."

You can choose not to accept apprentices, but you must speed up efficiency.

Brittany stared at Lind with her bright eyes, and her red lips covered by the veil moved slightly: "Yes, I will."

Lind's eyes stopped on the other party's veil again.

He was wondering if she had to marry someone who took off the veil and saw her face.

If there really was such a ridiculous setting, he would definitely agree with both hands, and then reach out and pull off her veil now.

"You seem to be thinking about something impolite?" Brittany looked directly at Lind.

As she spoke, she reached out and took off her veil, revealing a delicate and royal face that matched the upper half of her face perfectly.

"How is it?" Her lips were slightly plump and rosy, and her mouth was a little pouty when she spoke, making people have the urge to bite it.

When she wears a veil, she only looks like a top beauty, but when she takes off the veil, she completely turns into a beautiful snake.

"Beautiful!" Lind didn't dodge at all, and praised directly: "It's the beauty that I want to take for myself immediately after seeing it!"

He understood why the other party wore a veil. Brittany's face was hooked, especially the mouth and eyes, as if she was going to suck out the soul of a person.

Brittany put on the veil again, and there was a rare hint of helplessness in her voice: "You are really honest."

"I will work hard for what I want, but I will never lie when facing what I want. That is an insult to my desire in my heart." Lind has been wandering between life and death countless times. Although his thoughts have not been assimilated by ugly bad habits, he will choose to be straightforward most of the time.

Want is want.

"Well, I have something else to do." Lind seemed to suddenly think of something, "Remember to work harder! The development of the territory needs you!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, not giving the other party a chance to speak.

Brittany watched the golden figure walk away, her eyes shaking.

Then he laughed out loud.

His shoulders trembled slightly: "You're so tough!"

But it was obvious that she was in a good mood. A powerful lord who was much stronger than her claimed that he loved her beauty to the point that he wanted to possess her immediately, but he tried to restrain himself.

The appreciation and respect from the strong were even more impressive.

Linde was a little embarrassed when he left openly.

"Mistake!"

Who would have thought that looking at Miss Brittany's face up close would be so attractive.

As a strong knight, and his main ability was fire, Linde was very angry, and it was easy to get angry with a little oil.

But it should be said that Miss Brittany was indeed beautiful, not the ordinary kind, but the top kind.

"Lord!" Someone on the side of the road greeted him.

"Ahem, um" Linde nodded.

The image of the lord must be maintained well and must not collapse!

Thanks to Li Wangnongbo for the 500 reward

Thanks to Li Wangnongbo for the 500 reward