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"Everything is going well in the Far South, the Iron Whip Clan has been destroyed, and I thank you for hearing from you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"The Holy Duel takes time to prepare, and I expect the Iron Sand City clan to travel to the Scorching Lands in a week. ”

"Taking advantage of this time, I have hired some people to mark the location of the Styx underground, and I believe that I will soon find a river of black water relatively close to the shore. ”

"Also, what are you going to do with the goddess of the clan?"

"Greetings to you. Iron axe. ”

"Your Majesty, this is news from the Far South. ”

Listening to the sigil flickering reddish, Earl Speer's voice paused after the debriefing, apparently awaiting Roland's reply.

Then the nightingale handed over another sigil.

Since she was sitting at the table, I don't know if it was intentional, the place where the sigil was handed was right next to her slender thighs - even though it wasn't summer, she was still wearing black close-fitting trousers, showing off her perfect figure. If Roland wanted to speak to the sigil, he had to get close to her legs.

I have to say, it's really a dilemma.

He didn't know whether to look at it openly, or pretend to look at it casually.

"Ahem, good job...... I mean the iron axe. ”

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" replied the Count, "I hear you speak a little hoarsely, please keep warm in winter, your body is no better than that of a witch." ”

"I'm fine. Roland cleared his throat, "Tell Iron Axe that if there is no major deviation, let him continue to implement it as planned." As for the goddess, you can fight for it, but if the other party doesn't want to leave the extreme south, don't force it. ”

"Is that all?"

"Well, I'll let you know if there's anything else to do. ”

"I see, then let me leave, Your Majesty. ”

The red light on the sigil went out.

Roland straightened his head and exhaled softly.

What kind of trouble is this feeling of loss?

The nightingale chuckled and put away the sigils, and one dodged back into the chaise longue, where he continued to chew on dried fish and read the comic strip from The Witch's Tale.

Roland pursed his lips and focused on business. The desert operation involved all the listening sigils, using Count Speer Passy of Falling Dragon Ridge as a relay to achieve instant communication between Neverwinter and the advance force - although the call was still a little inconvenient, it was already lightning faster than the initial ten days and a half months of letter delivery, and the flying messenger by day.

He finally had a feeling that he could see the whole situation without leaving the territory.

Unfortunately, the listening sigil requires a witch's magic to take effect, and in order for the two parties to talk, they must have at least two sets of sigils and two witches, which dooms it to replace the telephone and other communication tools that can be used by ordinary people.

Now that the first telephone line in the West is being laid, it will run from the castle office to the city hall in Changge District, and a second and third are also being planned, and it is expected that the two town halls will be connected, and then the command will only need to be passed on by telephone.

Considering that the erection of electric poles was time-consuming and labor-intensive, and that they were easily damaged by snow and ice, Roland decided to arrange the cables along the mountain range, and sink them into the ground by the lotus, which was convenient and safe.

After the defense line in the mountains was established, he would inevitably have to add more lines to connect with the front line, and at that time he would probably have to put more than a dozen hand-cranked telephones in his office.

In addition to this, the migration of the ancient witches of Tachira is also the focus of Roland's attention.

Maisie and Lightning served as early warnings, and the detection area was expanded to an area ten kilometers north of the mountains, just to detect the large-scale attack of the evil beasts in advance.

After all, the relics of the gods are likely to determine the survival of the race, and it is not too prudent to deal with them.

In the past six months, he has had many conversations with Pasha.

Their plan was simple, let the worm carriers open a mountain passage to the west, and then choose a place with stable rock formations and few forks to open a palace. The Ancient Witches would then carry carriers, documents, and the shells of the Divine Punishment Army to their new settlements, and finally it would be the turn of the Instruments of Damnation and the relics of the gods.

The one who was most active about the relocation was a witch named Fran, or ...... Devour worms.

She opened her bloody mouth, twisted her round body and squeezed in front of the illusion device, and when she excitedly thanked Roland, he was really startled.

Later, after Pasha explained, it became clear that the witches who had devoted themselves to the carrier could no longer be stored in the body of the Divine Punishment Warrior, and their perception and consciousness were consolidated with the new body, the advantage was that they did not need to go through a long practice to use the carrier, and the disadvantage was that once the body was damaged, they did not have a spare carrier to replace.

I think that if this method of engagement is not adopted, I am afraid that the witch will not be able to make the carrier move after a lifetime of practice—how can a person who is accustomed to limbs and ten fingers control limbs with countless tentacles, or limbs that stretch and retract like worms? On the contrary, once accustomed to this strange carrier, it is estimated that there is no way to return to the previous way of life.

Because devouring worms requires a lot of food to feed, when not in use, the Ancient Witch had to re-turn Fran into a soul vessel, putting her into eternal sleep. This is obviously not a good experience, and it can be said that she sacrificed her future for the continuation of the Tajira tribe, and the price paid by Pasha, Elbin and others who transformed into the original carrier is heavier.

At least the latter can keep an eye on the world and feel the changes and changes in the outside world.

From this, her gratitude to Roland can also be imagined.

The point was that he had boasted that there was endless work waiting for Fran in Neverwinter - which meant that he would have to spend a lot of food to keep him energized. Fortunately, worms are omnivorous carriers and are acceptable to both cereals and meat.

"I want hot, spiced porridge and whole beef grilled until the skin is shiny!"

When Fran said this, she was basically drooling.

Worms, though a little uglier in appearance, are like sarcomas, and can perceive the environment in a unique way, including taste, pain, and temperature.

Roland could only accept her thanks with tears in his heart.

It seems that no matter what world it is in, the construction industry is a huge gold-swallowing monster.

Incidentally, he asked Pasha what the primordial and central carriers were feeding their stomachs, and the answer was mud and heat—which is why they like to soak in lava.

This answer made Roland breathe a sigh of relief, probably the way sarcoma absorbs energy more like a plant than devouring worms. In this way, he will not have to bear the food expenses of these people who have a near-infinite lifespan.

Just as he was thinking about how to plan the defense line of the mountains, so that the military facilities built underground could be better connected to the existing forks and even the ancient witch's palace, there was a sudden explosion outside the window.

Roland turned his head in surprise to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows, only to see a cloud of black smoke rising from a corner of the town, mixed with a faint glow of fire, in the direction of the academy near the rubble inner wall.

"Nightingale!"

"I'll let Sylvie and Phyllis take a look, Your Majesty, don't leave the office, I'll be back soon!" As he spoke, the nightingale had disappeared into the fog and disappeared without a trace.