Peng!
The spider web opened in mid-air, instantly covering the shade of the trees, and even densely packed small spiders crawled out of it, forcing Fang Yuan to show up.
"Magic?"
He stared at the old man opposite, but a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes: "It's a completely different spell-casting system from the dream masters, interesting!"
"kill him!"
The other warriors howled and swooped forward again.
As soon as Fang Yuan stepped forward, he flew back in an instant, and suddenly turned to sprint again. His movements were strange and filled with an indescribable sense of contradiction.
puff!
A little blood spattered, and another warrior holding a heavy sword covered his throat and fell down.
"Do you think I'll just hide in the dark and attack you secretly?"
He sneered and moved his iron sword, killing two more people in an instant.
"I feel like I'm just about the same as an ordinary fighter. Although I'm already considered an elite in the army, it's not enough to deal with me!"
Fang Yuan wiped the blood-stained sword and suddenly turned his head to avoid a crossbow arrow at a tricky angle.
"You are indeed the Adventer!"
The old mage shouted.
"Adventors? I don't know what you mean. All I know is that you manipulate monsters, attack villages, and want to kill me! A future knight! A true noble!"
This world might have some light and shadow means that could record or retrace some images. Of course, Fang Yuan would not leave any clues, but scolded him with a sense of justice.
"you… "
When the old mage heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Would an ordinary hunter have such skills? And he brazenly calls himself a noble? I just want to pour dirty water on their heads!
call out!
While speaking, Fang Yuan kicked his foot, and a stone flew out of the air and hit the crossbowman's forehead.
With Fang Yuan's physical strength at this time, the flying stones were equivalent to those of a bow and arrow. In an instant, a big hole opened in the unlucky guy's head and he fell down softly.
"This kind of fighting power, a high-level fighter?"
The old mage's eyelids twitched wildly. He suddenly gritted his teeth and took out a scroll from his arms. He was about to tear it apart and activate it with a move of his hand.
"cut!"
As soon as the scroll appeared, Fang Yuan suddenly felt that the elements around him began to riot. He immediately jumped forward without thinking, and the long sword in his hand flew out.
"ah!"
With the old mage's scream, his entire arm was cut off and fell to the ground.
Fang Yuan took this opportunity to resolve the resistance of the remaining people. Shi Shiran came to the old man and kicked him out, turning the mage into a curled-up prawn with his hands torn apart. Without stopping, the joints of his remaining hand and legs were removed in an instant.
The pain of a broken arm, coupled with the pain of a broken bone, made the old mage's face covered with cold sweat.
In fact, the fact that he could persist until now without fainting was beyond Fang Yuan's expectations.
"impossible… "
At this time, Fang Yuan could easily read shock and disbelief in the old man's eyes.
"It's just a simple investigation mission. How could our team be wiped out? There are several extraordinary ones among us..."
The old mage's heart echoed with shock, and he looked at the expressionless Fang Yuan again, and suddenly his whole body trembled: "No! You can't kill me!"
"Is this a self-defense counterattack? No matter which territory you follow, it is reasonable and reasonable." Fang Yuan Shi said calmly: "I will hand over your corpses as bandits to the local lord - attack the village and carry out the execution." You can't afford the massacre, so think about your fate, your head will be chopped off by the angry lord and hung on the city wall, and even your family will be arrested!"
"No… "
As if thinking of some terrible consequences, the old mage's cheeks twisted: "You can't do this... I am a member of a secret agency!"
"The secret agency, can you tell me about it?"
A smile appeared on Fang Yuan's face.
No matter how determined a person is, once he breaks the bottom line once, he will easily do it again.
Not to mention, the higher you are in a high position, the more you fear death!
This is why every time a person slaughters dogs in a righteous way, he will become a scholar in his heart.
Sure enough, after breaking through the bottom line, the old mage did not dare to neglect, and immediately poured out what he knew.
Of course, during this process, Fang Yuan was very careful. If Shen Yuan sensed a slight abnormality in the elements, he would immediately open a bloody gash on his body, immediately making all the old mage's little moves ineffective.
…
"A secret agency? An organization that specializes in monitoring people coming from other worlds and searching for plane information?"
Fang Yuan touched his chin: "The highest ideal is to let the Mongolian world rule everything, while the human race dominates the entire world... What a racist!"
The old mage was trembling all over.
By this time, he was absolutely sure that the person in front of him was the rumored "Adventur". He was even scarier than the records in the organization, but there was no way to pass the news on.
"Are you afraid... afraid that I will kill you?"
Fang Yuan smiled: "Smart guy... But you are still of some use to me!"
While speaking, he covered the mage's head with one palm.
"No... you can't kill me. I am a member of a secret organization. If you hurt me, you will be an enemy of our entire organization. You don't know how powerful our organization is and we maintain contact with many churches... "
The old mage shed tears.
"Yes, I know... but so what?"
Fang Yuan's spiritual sense reached out and entered the old mage's sea of consciousness.
Suddenly, a brand new spell system was revealed in front of him.
"The caster system in this world first builds spell templates with mental power in the sea of consciousness, and then extracts power from the elemental plane... And due to consumption and conflict, most of them require casting materials, and even have the characteristic of forgetting spells. , after using the spell, you have to memorize the template again, which seems very troublesome..."
After a moment, he slowly retracted his palm.
As for the old mage, his eyes turned white and he fell to the ground, his breath gradually dying.
In order to obtain the most complete spell memory and data, Fang Yuan did not hold back much, and his soul might have suffered some irreversible damage.
"Of course... Even so, I cannot destroy the soul, because this is the scope of power of Hess, the Lord of the Underworld... Mortals cannot offend!"
Even though he had already killed Ying Ye, some rules among the gods still could not be violated easily.
Otherwise, next time the entire Death God Church comes to kill them, Fang Yuan won't have much confidence that he can take them over.
"Your Mightiness!"
At this time, Ghosn finally arrived at the scene with the village militia.
"They... are the murderers who ordered the giant wolf to attack the village this time..."
Fang Yuan clapped his hands: "Clean up the battlefield, give me the loot, and inform the local lord!"
"As you command!"
Looking at Fang Yuan at this time and the corpses on the ground, Ghosn suddenly felt a lot more awe and spoke cautiously.
"These people will soon be identified as thieves, right?"
Fang Yuan waved his hand and asked Ghosn to carry the body, while he watched the scene silently: "This is the tragedy of doing undercover work. Even if you die, you can't be vindicated, and your family may be hurt..."
…
What happened in this small village ultimately delayed Fang Yuan's trip.
However, despite this, three days later, he also arrived at the Shawshank Territory, the manor of Knight Jorah.
The season at this time was autumn, and many farmers were working hard on the fields on both sides of the ridges, planting plants similar to wheat and rye.
The main food crops in Monger's world are also wheat. Fang Yuan directly named them wheat, barley, rye, oats, etc. based on his own habits.
Among them, wheat and rye grow very slowly. They need to be sown in autumn and harvested in the following summer. They are also easily affected by disasters. However, they have the best taste and nutrition, and the yield is not bad. They are made into white bread and are the food of the upper class. .
Oats and barley are sown in spring and can be harvested in three months, but their nutrition is poor and their yields are low. They are generally used as feed and food for serfs.
"This should be the fief of that knight Jorah..."
Fang Yuan looked far into the distance and saw another huge windmill among the fields, slowly rotating with the breeze, and underneath was a small mill.
According to the markings on the inheritance document, this land of more than 5,000 acres, together with the mills, villas, livestock, and serfs working on it, is the inheritance of the knight that Fang Yuan is about to inherit.
"It seems that the financial situation of this knight Jorah is pretty good among knights..."
He carefully identified it and roughly estimated the output in the territory.
The farming system at this time was relatively advanced, similar to the three-field system of the Middle Ages in previous generations, that is, the cultivated land was divided into three parts. Each year, one part was left fallow and two parts were cultivated. One part was sown with oats and barley in the spring, and the other part was sown with wheat in the autumn. with rye.
Even so, the yield is not that great, about one hundred catties per acre of land per year.
The "mu" and "jin" here are naturally the concepts in Fang Yuan's mind, and the local people may have different calculation methods.
But according to Fang Yuan's estimation, there are almost no vegetables and meat at this time, and an adult should need about one kilogram of food a day.
In other words, on average, a person needs four to five acres of land to support himself.
The population of the entire knight territory will not exceed one thousand, including the elderly and children.
To be honest, it is only at the level of the village chief of a small village. Of course, the premise is that the small village is completely privately owned.
"Of course... In the eyes of the people at the bottom of this world, a knight is already a very important person. After all, he has a hereditary fief and the title of knight. He is a real upper class person!"
"This inheritance may be a bit troublesome!"
Fang Yuan looked at the land and smiled nonchalantly.