Fish Market

"Hmm... a maze?"

After a moment's hesitation, Viscount Grant shook the wine glass in his hand and thought for a long time. He connected the knowledge he had learned and felt that what Elder Pude said made a lot of sense.

The maze is a strange area that appeared in various parts of the Terra continent after the sky-fall disaster.

More than six hundred years ago, accompanied by a violent earthquake, the first maze discovered by humans appeared in the Morro Mountains in the empire, and a village was swallowed by it.

After the local exploration team and the team led by a retired school officer of the third energy level failed and were wiped out, the imperial capital sent a fourth energy legion commander to lead an elite team to explore, and finally obtained a large amount of extremely rare sublimated metal 'Moren Steel' in the core area of ​​the maze, a living metal that can be deformed with psychic power and has the ability to regenerate itself.

Nowadays, the maze is believed to be an ultra-high-density psychic field produced by the natural changes of the world after the sky-fall disaster. There must be extremely rare treasures or powerful monsters stationed at its core, and some people even got relics of previous civilizations from it.

It is said that the Apocalypse Arms inherited by the Grand Duke of Junling Fort were transformed from relics of previous civilizations excavated from the maze.

Every time a maze appears, it will be accompanied by large-scale climate anomalies, even celestial phenomena, and geological disasters in a certain place - but similarly, the appearance of the maze will also cause the surrounding areas of the maze to produce rich magic and high spirits. A large number of rare sublimated plants, magic potion materials, monsters and aliens will form an ecosystem with the maze as the core.

It just fits the recent situation in Harrison Port.

As for why the Viscount believed Elder Pude's speculation? It's very simple. Others don't know the origin of the White People in Harrison Port, but he, as the head of the Grant family, knows it very well - the other party is professional in this regard.

If they had not made a big mistake for unspeakable reasons, been stripped of their surnames and exiled to this place, there would definitely be a place for these White People in the field of maze research.

"A formation cycle of eight to ten years? That seems to be a medium-to-large maze."

At this moment, Viscount Grant was fully awake. He thought about this possibility, then smiled excitedly and nodded vigorously to Elder Pude: "The precursor to the appearance of the maze is the enrichment of local resources! Valuable beasts and sublimated plants will increase, and adventurers and explorers from the surrounding areas will gather here."

"With the help of the empire's resumption, the sea trade routes of Canaanmore and Whale Song Cliff have been opened. This is a good opportunity for the reconstruction of Harrison Port!"

"If it is done well, it will definitely be an achievement that His Majesty will also notice!"

He stood up and began to walk back and forth beside the table excitedly, muttering various preliminary preparations. He was no longer decadent and full of motivation.

Elder Pude took a sip of wine without being surprised, then picked up the knife and fork and began to enjoy the lunch.

It had only been a few years since Viscount Grant took over the governorship of Harrison Port from his father, when the previous emperor passed away and the Dark Moon Rebellion broke out. The entire southern immigrant area was forgotten in the huge political turmoil.

The other party had wasted thirty or forty years, and now they finally waited for the dawn of their rise, and they would definitely not miss this opportunity.

And this is also an opportunity for their White People to re-express themselves and take back their surnames.

They will not give up.

After a while, the lunch ended, and the two sides had a good chat. Although Viscount Grant had been decadent for a long time and coveted enjoyment, he was not an unlearned and unskilled nobleman. In the future, Harrison Port will usher in changes.

In the Viscount's mansion.

After Elder Pude said goodbye and left, the blush on Viscount Grant's face, who was still slightly drunk, gradually faded.

He stared at the direction where the White People elder left and sat back in his seat. The maid had already filled the wine quietly.

"A shaman, along with three hunters, none of them escaped?"

The young-looking noble nodded slightly thoughtfully and spun the wine glass between his fingers, but the red liquid seemed to lose gravity and spun steadily with the wine glass in a faint blue light without spilling a drop.

The Grant family's inherited bloodline, 'Abyssal Lizard Whale', at the second energy level, will give the sublimator the ability to control many liquids within the range of vision. It is a more powerful inheritance among the higher bloodlines that tend to the water element.

Controlling the wine glass and the wine in his body is just instinct for Viscount Grant. He muttered to himself at this moment: "A white man with a deformed leg can do such a thing...ha."

Shaking his head gently, Viscount Grant couldn't help but smile with a little irony: "Pud still wants to play dumb with me, I will accompany him. I can only say that those natives are unlucky, too unlucky."

"My lord, those natives have sent gulls and pigeons to protest..."

The eyes of the noble with dark brown hair flashed slightly. The red-haired woman with a hot and graceful figure before had quietly come to his side. The beauty who had behaved quite intimately and lazily before now spoke and acted respectfully and restrainedly: "The tribe where the Achetu Shaman belongs to threatens us to interrupt the transaction. Unless the murderer is handed over, otherwise, they will definitely retaliate with all their strength."

"Without a shaman, they still dare to speak so tough. I admire the arrogance of these dwarves. After all, this is how they can bite people."

After taking a sip of wine, Viscount Grant said calmly: "But it's not good if they bite me... If they don't want to trade, they will trade with the person who trades. As for handing over the murderer, it's really nonsense. I haven't investigated them for violating the agreement and breaking into the inner city without permission, but they dare to attack me?"

"Revenge? Let them retaliate, I want to see how much more blood they can shed."

Putting down the wine glass, the Viscount hugged the red-haired beauty into his arms and hugged her: "Send someone to monitor Osenna... No, the deformed cannot awaken psychic power. Well, go monitor the child of the Osenna family and monitor Ian."

"Such a young White People psychic, I didn't expect that there would be one in my own territory."

In the charming panting of the red-haired beauty, he calmly gave instructions: "Although Pude is my friend... but Harrison Port is my territory."

"White People, it's better to be quiet."

At the same time

After being escorted away by the maid, Elder Pude walked out of the Viscount's mansion with the herbs. There was an afternoon rain in front of him. The fine and swift raindrops stretched into long threads in the air. Several followers greeted him with umbrellas.

"Go buy some fish and chicken, as well as some wheat, and give this box of medicine to the Osenna family. By the way, tell that bad boy that I have settled his matter. In the future, quit the black mushrooms and don't get along with the natives. Then use the medicine to cure Elan. Even if he has a deformity, he is still a good guy in the tribe."

"And you go and call Deputy Captain Red to come to the meeting hall in the evening. I want to ask him something about the guard team and the recent activities of the natives."

The white-haired old man asked the two followers to run errands, but after thinking about it, he said: Thinking, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll go see the brothers Osenna and Ian Elan in person... After Ernesto's death, the port was in chaos. I really didn't have time to take good care of the children in the past two years. The clan owes them a lot."

"And..." He murmured, his expression thoughtful: "It's really not normal."

It seemed that he wanted to say something else, but the old man shook his head, sighed, and urged his followers, "Go quickly."

The followers responded, and Elder Pude walked towards the fish market in the rain.

The fish market was still bustling with people, and no one was affected by this accustomed rain.

But here, Elder Pude saw a white-haired boy who theoretically shouldn't be here.

Ian, who should have been resting in the house, was walking in the fish market with interest.