It was late at night, and Coldwind City was still busy.
Among Zhou Qingfeng's many abilities,'linking the network' is one of the skills that is rarely used. It came from the pituitary gland of the acidophilic queen, and was enchanted in his mind by the goddess of the night, Sha'er.
This skill allows him to link his subordinates, servants or low-level intelligence within one hundred meters. But usually he and his maid have a master-servant contract. Contact with other subordinates, one hundred meters is too close.
After reaching the fifth level, the quality of the soul has increased by a step, and the effective range of the "link network" has increased to 500 meters. This distance makes some sense.
When Zhou Qingfeng stayed at the Arcane Research Institute, he could get in touch with many busy subordinates in the city. If his position is adjusted again, it is like a communication base station that can conduct command and communication within 500 meters.
The distance of 500 meters is already very large, almost 0.75 square kilometers.
Most of the property that the Long-legged family wants to sell in the city are also within this distance. Rubio and others are scattered everywhere, and a lot of information that needs to be communicated can be transmitted quickly.
Inventory, acceptance, capacity allocation, storage and storage, a dozen different locations have been reasonably arranged. Zhou Qingfeng can also command Adrian to let the personnel and carriages of the transport team go where they should go.
In an era when communication is basically based on roaring, this greatly improves management efficiency. The disadvantage is that Zhou Qingfeng's mind is chaotic from time to time. If multiple people send concurrent communication requests on the same channel, it is better for him to take the initiative to poll in time-sharing.
To be honest, this ability is super easy to use but super tiring, he really wants to throw it to Sofia Shumei.
Due to the civil strife, the Coldwind City Inspection Office was unable to perform its functions, and the city gates were not closed at night. The materials sold by the long-legged family were taken out of the city immediately after being counted. The transportation team consisting of hundreds of carriages continued to work.
It was also late at night, but the long-legged city lord's mansion was flustered. The servants are moving out the valuable property that has been sealed for decades from the cellar, loading them into wagons and preparing to take them away.
Some wooden boxes decayed over time, and they disintegrated and fell when moved, and the gold and silver scattered all over the place. Phils stood with long legs outside the cellar, and a silver candlestick rolled under his feet.
The maid carrying the wooden box hurriedly cleaned up, and a few steps closer to see Phils stopped again, and timidly pointed at the candlestick on the ground, "Your Excellency, I want to take this candlestick."
Phils didn't move his eyes, and only ordered his followers on the left and right, "Throw this idiot out and sell it. Our family doesn't need this kind of useless waste."
The attendants who followed rushed forward like wolves, holding the hand and feet of the maid and dragging it away. The poor woman was so frightened that she wept bitterly. The other servants did not dare to speak, so they only buried their heads and trembles and worked hard.
The silver candlestick on the ground automatically flew up and fell into Phils' hands. His cold eyes rolled a few times, and he roughly recognized the manufacturing process and style of the candlestick.
This thing is considered to be an antiquity, bearing the mark of the Netheril Empire thousands of years ago. I don't know if it was the long-legged family leader of that generation who collected it and kept it in the cellar for decades. Now that it was turned over, the Long-legged family was facing a catastrophe.
Phils threw away the valuable candlestick, turned and left the cellar. The precious silverware clinked behind him, rolling everywhere. The servants held their breath until the'ice cube' left.
Outside the cellar, go up the spiral staircase.
The servants are also selling the furniture displayed in the mansion, riveting them with all their strength to carry them. Fils saw that his grandfather's beloved recliner was missing a foot while carrying it, and a pile of inexplicable debris was pressed on it, waiting to be evaluated and sold.
The nameless fire burned in Phils' heart, and he snorted as he walked through the corridor. The servants who approached only felt a sharp pain in their heads, and fell to the ground with a buzz, covering their bodies with thin ice.
At the end of the corridor is the bedroom of the'Old Legs', and the dying Columfell has long legs lying on the luxurious bed, dying. This old man has come to the end of his life, and his soul is about to go to the "heart of fury", the kingdom of Goddess of Frost.
Several important members of the family were guarded by the big bed, and the old bank of the prophecy department displayed the'secret eye'. Floating invisible eyes patrol the city of Coldwind, and the perspective image is projected above the bedroom.
The bedroom was dull and cold.
On the projection returned by the'Secret Eye', the cold wind city at night was very lively.
Just outside the city lord’s mansion, a team of carriages just arrived. There was a torch with an'immortal flame' on the car in front of him. The driver who drove the car passed through the close monitoring of the confrontation and brought hundreds of coolies to carry the furniture and sundries sold by the Longlegs family.
Phils' grandfather's recliner is being moved.
"What's so good about this?" Phils said angrily.
Old Bank has more than one secret magic eye, and there are still a few projections lit up in the cold bedroom. He pointed to a few of them, "These teams are all Victor Hugo. They are like a colony of ants, and they cooperate very well."
The'Secret Eye' is an important method for Longlegs to monitor the'rebellion' in the city. Phils tried to find the weakness of his opponent more than once to counterattack. However, the more and less the direct line in his hand, the more he fought, and he could only be trapped in the end.
The'secret eye', which was constantly displayed, became an important means to prevent'rebellious' raids.
"Look." Bank pointed to another'secret eye' projection. "That was when we just sold a pottery shop and the stock in the shop was moved out. Victor Hugo's horse caravan will be here soon."
"So what?" Phils disapproved.
"Look again." Bank pointed at the two projections. "The convoy outside the pottery shop blocked Kingfisher Avenue. Another convoy outside the city is coming and will also pass Kingfisher Avenue. Attention, you pay attention."
There is no traffic post in the streets of Coldwind City, and no traffic police command. Even the street itself is not spacious enough, there are no two-way lanes. Different convoys are stuck in the streets, and chaos caused by poor traffic occurs every day.
A carriage is no better than a car, it is easier to move forward and difficult to retreat. Once a straight street is blocked, it is a big problem to unblock it.
Phils had foreseen that the two convoys would be blocked on Kingfisher Avenue. However, the convoy that had just entered the city turned flexibly when passing through an intersection, passing through another road.
"Look, look." Bank reminded loudly.
Phils was already surprised, "Someone is commanding?"
"Yes." Bank confirmed in a deep voice, "This situation has happened several times. There are people at every traffic intersection in the city, but how do these people know the status of another intersection, and how do they know that there is a convoy to pass? "
"Communication?" Phils replied.
"Impossible." Bank categorically denied, "Communications can only talk within the line of sight, and the duration is limited. Victor Hugo's men are also ordinary people, not wizards."
At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, the debris that had just been moved out was carried into the carriage, including the lame rocking chair of Phil's grandfather was also sold. The convoy started and headed towards the north gate. At the same time, the caravan at the entrance of the pottery shop was also loaded and set off at the same time.
The two convoys headed to the same city gate from different roads, and the floating'secret eye' immediately followed them.
Under Phils's gaze, the pottery convoy accelerated suddenly and passed the gate first. The convoy loaded with debris deliberately slowed down to avoid a collision between the two convoys.
Complex logistics are like the blood vessels of the human body, and efficient operation can bring coordination and smoothness. Phils whispered in surprise: "How did it happen? How can two convoys controlled by ignorant civilians not collide?"
The unobstructed road brings extremely high transportation efficiency. Zhou Qingfeng's subordinates are quickly moving the supplies from the Long-legged family, and the savings in time alone can bring huge benefits.
The old long legs lying on the big bed raised his hands and shouted hoarsely. He waved to his eldest son, strenuously and vaguely...
"Firs, you have to be careful. My lord has just lowered the oracle to me, and the god is standing behind the enemy. He is far stronger than you think. He is really strong and strong."
The old long legs grabbed the corner of the eldest son's clothes and tried his best.
"Child, you can't fail next, absolutely can't fail. Once you fail, you will lose not only yourself, but the entire family will be buried for it. The anger of my lord is not something mortals can bear."
Gods? !
Phils was shocked and wanted to ask a few more questions. But the old long-legged arms fell sharply, as if these words exhausted all his vitality and passed away suddenly.