Mechanical God Emperor

Stimulated by the green tree, the huge business group immediately accelerated its pace towards the woods.

Throughout this time, the wasteland was invisible and completely invisible to the marginal red soil. That green forest, like an oasis in people's hearts, moisturizes their hearts and gives them a little moisture for their tight nerves.

It's lunchtime, and a tiny bit of smoke rises from the green woods.

Slaves who were working in the woods began to gather for dinner.

“Oh, my God, white bread! These cheap slaves are eating white bread and potato soup!! ”

“Damn, these lowlifes, how can they eat white bread! Well, isn't this Lord Bibbay I should eat better? Is there any more reason? ”

“White bread!! What a waste!! Eating white bread for these slaves is a waste! Master Ian, what a waste!! ”

“ …… ”

The leaders of the slave trade unions broke into the woods, attracted by the scent, came to the places where the slaves were eating, saw that the slaves were eating white bread, and many of the leaders of the trade unions suddenly had red eyes and screamed with sadness.

Fiso's staple food for the middle- and lower-level civilians and slaves is rugged and hard as a piece of wood. It needs to be soaked with fresh water to be able to force the black bread stick on the lower mouth. And that soft white bread made of fine ground flour, only the wealthy merchants and nobles can afford it.

Some of the fallen aristocrats even had to give in to reality and the family ate the black bread.

The leaders of this slave trade group are stingy, and the heads of some small business groups eat black bread every day. Now we see that the slaves under Yang Feng are eating white bread, making their eyes turn red.

The escorts of the slave trade unions saw the slaves chewing on white bread and their eyes turned a little red. Their corporate escorts are basically chewing on black bread and drinking fresh water. Slaves now eat better than they do and naturally make their minds very uneven.

Jim stared at the white bread, and then looked at the distant City of Miracles, with endless greed in his eyes: "The wealthy Grand Master Ian can even eat white bread. What if I took the city? I have 3,000 people in my hand, he has hundreds of slaves, even if consumed, he can run out of spells! Take the city and dedicate it to His Majesty the Emperor. Perhaps I, Jim, can also jump to become an aristocrat!! ”

Basically none of the slave traders in Regisco are good people. They barely followed the law when they were in Regisco. But as soon as they left the city of Regisco and came to the wilderness without restraint, they became the most terrible beasts.

Every year, many small slave trade groups disappear silently into the wilderness. Jim was able to have such great power in the city of Regisco that he did not know how many small slave chambers his belt bones swallowed up.

“Jim, keep your men quiet! ”

Clive walked out of the woods with 400 heavily armed fighters, frowning slightly and scolding Jim.

Jim looked at Clive, full of spirit and a strong man, his eyes dropped on Clive's fingers, his eyes slightly shrunk, the red in his eyes instantly faded, revealing a friendly and gentle smile, and he greeted him: "Ha ha, Clive, it's good to see you. Looks like your body has been completely cured by Archmage Ian. Master Ian, what a marvel! ”

“Yes, me and the 200 brothers have recovered their full strength under the healing of Archmage Ian! Not long ago, a number of more than 2,000 werewolf cavalry came and attacked us. As a result, Master Ian killed 1,000 werewolf cavalry on his own. If they hadn't run fast enough, all werewolf cavalry would have stayed here. Their bodies are hanging over there. Why don't you go check them out? ”

Clive's secret of operation, a horror fight of the Knight of the Sky instantly erupted, and the mighty momentum oppressed Jim a little out of breath, looking at Jim like he wasn't laughing.

Clive knows best what those slave traders are. If you are stronger than those slave traders and give them enough benefit. Then they are your most loyal dogs. But once you show a little weakness, they'll turn into a bunch of jackals and jump over and eat you up.

Jim's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a comforting smile, with a thick face: “Ha ha! Great, Grand Master Ian. Clive, you have to thank me. Without me, you wouldn't have met a good man like Master Ian. Besides, you're with me, and I haven't abused you and your brothers! ”

Clive and the 200 Duchy of Iman Guard fighters are expensive goods, and Jim certainly didn't do them any harm. The noble ladies don't like it if they are feeble and skinny.

Clive smiled softly: "I really should thank you for that. But now, take your men into town! ”

Jim kept his voice down and said, "Okay! By the way, are all your slaves eating white bread? That's too luxurious! ”

"Not really," said Clive. ”

Jim was just a little relieved, and the district slaves ate almost as much as his big businessman, making him feel a little uneven!

“Only hard-working slaves can eat white bread," Clive said. Those lazy guys can only eat black bread and fresh water somewhere else. ”

Jim had a slight puff on his face.

The heads of the surrounding business groups don't look very good either. Their standard of living is just as good as the slaves of Miracle City who work hard.

Some of the heads of small businesses are even darker. They basically eat black bread every day and only eat white bread on holidays. Their lives are worse than slaves. And of course, that's because they're too stingy.

The guards of those businesses were all black faces, and the idea of jumping slots was in their hearts.

Those slaves are the ones who show their anticipation.

Jim asked curiously, "Isn't the City of Miracles short of food? Is the food holding up? ”

The leaders of the slave trade unions also raised their ears. Especially those transporting food are more nervous, waiting for Clive's answer as if they were awaiting trial.

Clive replied proudly: "The great Ian Grand Master practiced his spell, purifying part of the land in the Red Land wasteland. Now those lands can be used to grow his improved bread trees. Those bread trees can be harvested three seasons a year, and five kilograms (skinned) of bread fruit (non-bread flour) can be harvested from an acre of land each season. And the land where the bread trees are grown can also be mixed with potatoes, sweet potatoes and other crops. From now on, the food of our Miracle City will be completely self-sufficient! ”

Each and every one of the leaders of the slave trade group took a sip of cold air and flashed a shock in their eyes.

The merchants who brought the food here were a grieving face, almost desperate to cry.

Jim's eyes turned and he laughed, “Can I buy some of those bread tree seeds back? I can pay for it! ”

As a businessman with a keen sense of smell, Jim immediately realized the enormous strategic value of the bread tree seed. Once that kind of bread tree becomes popular, it will have a huge impact on the entire Fesso surface.

Cleve smiled, "Sorry, I'm not responsible for this stuff. You can go talk to Lena or with Archmage Ian. ”

Under the patronage of Commander Cliff's 400 warriors, this vast slave trade group entered the City of Miracles directly.

As soon as Jim entered the City of Miracles, he saw the Miracle City's wide and tidy streets, shaded by green trees on both sides of the street, building a beautiful building.

There was a layer of cement on the streets, people moving around, but there was no garbage, no animal dung. The city looks tidy, clean and beautiful.

Jim exclaimed sincerely: "What a beautiful city! Master Ian is amazing. Not only does he possess the power of magic, but he also designs cities and is definitely a master figure. I don't think Teito can compare to this city of miracles in many ways. ”

Randy looked around and sighed for a moment: "It's so unmatched! I've been to Emperor City before, except for the aristocratic district, and the Imperial City district, where the rest of the area is littered with dust, livestock and human dung. When it rains, you can't go outside without your boots. This is the city where the best people should live! ”

Jim and Randy are the two largest slave traders in Regisco.

“That's the lake!! Am I wrong? It's a lake!!” Suddenly, Jim's gaze jumped, pointing away, and his voice shivered a little.

“Lake!! Oh, my God! That's a lake!! ”

“How is that possible? How is it possible to own a lake in the Wasteland!! ”

“ …… ”

The merchant leaders also looked in the direction of Jim's slightly fat fingers, showing shock in every eye.

After the battle of the gods, due to the contamination of the divine blood, plants were difficult to grow in this red earth wasteland. The climate has also changed slowly, with thin water vapour and few rains a year.

It is impossible to own a lake in the entire Red Land wasteland. Even an artificial lake, because of its arid climate, water vapor is constantly evaporated and eventually turned into a dry dead lake.

Now there's a huge lake in the City of Miracles, and it's just the opposite.