Alien Knights

With the help of those who are interested, the news of "Descendants of the Gods" and "Reconstruction of Asgard" spread like wildfire in the Froststone camp, as if they had wings.

A new God Realm after Ragnarok, such a beautiful vision, like a lighthouse emerging from the dark sea, is enough to drive everyone crazy.

At first, some people questioned the authenticity of the news, but the testimony of the tribal leader McGill, the detailed description of his nephew Maxicon's return to the Hall of Valor, and the supporting oath of the 21 patriarchs suddenly plunged the entire camp into a frenzy of faith.

But the person involved in all this—Todd, didn't know it at all. He spent all day in the snuff workshop, and a group of shamans headed by Minnie, fiddled with the special products of the Froststone Camp.

"Selecting materials is the first process, and the first thing to do is to 'smell'." Todd picked up a handful of air-dried tobacco, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully: "The fragrance should be moderate, and there should be no earthy smell. Too heavy or too light smell is not suitable for the raw material of top-quality snuff."

Then, he pointed a tobacco leaf to the sunlight, pointed to the veins inside, and said to the shamans: "The next thing to do is to 'look'. A good tobacco leaf should be a thick brown-brown leaf. Too light or too dark is not suitable, and it is not good if the leaf is too thick or thin."

"The last thing is 'touch'." Todd used his fingertips to gently touch the veins of the tobacco leaves, then rubbed his index finger and thumb, and said, "After air-drying, the top-quality tobacco should have a slightly sticky feeling to the touch, like some oil stains on the leaves."

Todd put down the tobacco in his hand, pointed to the grinding dishes and clay pots in the room and said: "The next process is to grind the tobacco into fine powder, filter it with a silk sieve, and finally put it into clay pots and seal it for underground fermentation."

Hearing this, Minnie laughed, and the wrinkles on her face squeezed together with her movements: "Chief, your knowledge of tobacco has surprised us old people who have been immersed in medicinal herbs for decades."

Todd waved his hand mockingly: "In the past, life was monotonous and boring, and studying tobacco became one of my few hobbies... Leaving this aside, the problem is that I still know a little about the manufacturing process, but when it comes to product formulas, I can't do anything."

Minnie nodded: "We old people still have some experience in medicinal herbs and materials, and we will definitely be able to debug the best products."

After encouraging the group of shamans, Todd left the workshop and returned to the small building.

Rachel was busy sorting out the statistics of the clan, when she saw Todd come in, she nodded slightly.

Todd looked around and asked, "Where's Deirdre?"

Rachel wrote down a series of numbers on the paper, and casually said: "In the upstairs room, Masiken's spirit-calling ritual consumed her a lot of energy, and she hasn't recovered yet."

Todd opened his mouth, wanting to say something, finally sighed: "Let her rest well."

Rachel looked up, glanced at him, and said nothing.

"How's the camp going?"

Rachel picked up the statistics form and said to Todd, "There are almost 1,200 people in the camp. Excluding the knights and gladiators, the barbarian warriors have been trained into an army of 240 people. In addition, the walls and arrow towers of the camp have been completed, and the basic defense capabilities are in place."

Todd scratched his head: "Well, what about the problems in the camp?"

"The biggest problem is the food. Aisha's fleet will arrive next week, but this time she comes, part of the cabin space is used for snuff bottles, which severely reduces the food transportation." Rachel flipped through the paper in her hand: "Although it is spring, the camp can rely on hunting and fishing to supplement the grain depot, but the population growth rate is too fast, and the snuff trade still needs to go through a series of processes of production, shipment, marketing, and sales. I am afraid that this will not be able to keep up with our needs."

Todd rested his chin on his hand and remained silent.

Rachel suddenly remembered something, and asked, "I remember that veterinarian named Wayne, didn't he say that he wanted to build a "blood worm farm"? Maybe we can build the same building here and use those blood worms to supplement food sources?"

Todd shook his head: "Yesterday, I had a regular meeting with the Muxi City cabinet. According to Joe, although the blood worms are fast-growing and produce high meat, there is a virus-causing toxin in their bodies. Humans will cause diarrhea, heart palpitations and even fainting if they eat them, but griffins are fine. Therefore, those blood worms can only be used as food for griffins, not human food."

Rachel was a little frustrated: "If this is the case, then I suggest suspending the admission of immigrants."

Todd stroked his chin and thought about it for a while, then suddenly asked, "What's the reaction in the camp about the descendants of the gods?"

"With the testimony of the tribal leaders, and your great prowess on the battlefield last winter, all the people in the tribe believe in the rumors of "rebuilding Asgard". In every tribe, you can see the totem and murals of your tyrant form everywhere."

Todd pondered for a moment: "Then about Jianguo..."

"I don't recommend that you get busy building a country right now." Rachel twitched the hair hanging beside her ears. "First, the foundation of the camp is not stable. If you rush to seize power from the patriarchs at this time, troubles may arise. Second, announcing the founding of the country at this time will definitely arouse the vigilance of Ulster and Connaught. These two countries are already at war on the border, and we have no reason to attract unnecessary attention."

Todd nodded in agreement: "So from your point of view, what should I do now?"

Rachel wrung his fingers: "In conclusion, there are four goals. One, to strengthen your identity as the Holy Spirit; two, to reduce the influence of the tribe; three, to increase the food in the camp; and four, to expand the army in your hands."

"Rachel, have you discovered that these four goals can actually be achieved simultaneously by one method?"

Todd's words made Rachel a little puzzled: "At the same time? What method?"

"war."

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In the prison of the Froststone camp, there is a special prisoner.

Todd looked down at the unkempt and bruised Minister of Ulster in front of him, without saying a word.

Furgar, who was a prisoner, looked at Todd with cloudy eyes, and suddenly grinned.

Todd was a little strange: "Why are you laughing?"

"Your arrival means that I can survive. Isn't this something worth celebrating?"

"Did I say I wouldn't kill you?"

"If you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't come to see me in person." Fogar's gaze became sharper: "If I'm not mistaken, you have something to ask of me."

Todd squatted down, looked up and down at this powerful official who was once under one person and above ten thousand people, and shook his head and said, "I'm going to disappoint you. I'm not here to ask you anything, but to estimate your value."

Foggal looked deeply at the other party, and suddenly said: "Looking at the whole of Ulster, you will never find someone who is as familiar with the kingdom as I am."

Todd shrugged, found a clean place outside the prison, sat down, and said to Fogal in a leisurely manner: "Keep talking, I'm listening."

"The distribution of troops, the cages of slaves, the loopholes in the defense line, I know everything you want to know, not only that, which city has a granary, which castle hides treasures, which noble family is the richest..."

Listening to Fogar talking about "personal value", Todd suddenly remembered the "leading party" that often appeared in film and television works in his previous life.

Looking at the expressionless Todd, Fogar was a little flustered: "If you are not interested in these, I can lead you to reveal the biggest secret of the kingdom - Beast!"

Todd's eyes lit up: "Beast?!"

Fogar nodded hurriedly and said, "The kingdom has several top-secret war beast breeding grounds, which store the methods and materials for breeding war beasts in the kingdom for thousands of years."

Todd suppressed the curiosity in his heart, smiled and said to Fogar: "So, what do you want in return? For example, let you go back to Ulster?"

Fogar shook his head vigorously: "According to Conchiber's personality, he will definitely blame me for the failure of this war. If I go back like this, death will be my only destination."

"Then how about giving you wealth? You can take this money and go to a safe place to spend the rest of your life."

"Walking in the northern border with a large amount of money is like a hare pacing past the eyes of a hunter. That's an act of begging for death!"

"How about power? I can give you a job in the clan."

"I used to be the favorite of the Kingdom of Ulster. Almost half of the people in the Froststone camp wanted to put me to death. If I seek power here, I will die sooner or later."

"You don't want freedom, wealth, and power." Todd was completely at a loss: "What do you want?!"

Fogar knelt on the ground, climbed two steps forward, clasped the cage's bars tightly with both hands, and said in a low voice, "Boyle, listen! Troops, food, treasury, war beasts... I can tell you all the information and secrets of the kingdom, I only have one request..."

Fogar desperately stretched his head forward, staring fixedly at the other party: "I want you to swear to the gods that you will marry my daughter Emel!"