Kant's lips curled into a smile.
It had to be said that the Pendor caravan and the Fangorn Forest caravan were truly a pleasant surprise.
With Joslin as the leader of the trade caravan, the Pendor caravan was like a fish in water. Whether it was exchanging gold for denar or using denar to purchase some of the Pendor continent's resources, they were all very suitable.
As for the Fangorn Forest, it belonged to the intermediate magic world and was located in the Middle-earth of "The Lord of the Rings". Naturally, there were many precious resources.
They were all trade routes worth developing!
Kant was very satisfied.
After pondering for a moment, he instructed Joslin, "When Manid returns to the castle, you two will meet to discuss how to distribute the following trade routes and ensure that we obtain the maximum profit."
"Understood, Lord Kant. Don't worry."
Joslin nodded solemnly.
He was not yet a hero-level NPC, but a subordinate of Kant.
Strictly speaking, he was only a slightly special troop class. He was the leader of the trade caravan who had the potential to become a hero-level NPC. That was why he was able to gain Kant's trust and was given the command to lead the trade caravan alone.
It was enough for him to cooperate with Manid.
Once the power was newly established, everything would be simplified.
As for the castle, there was no need to worry about it.
When Kant left, "Drondheim" was already on the right track.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})For example, Firentis, Kant's most trusted knight, was entrusted with the management of the castle. It could be said that he held an important position, but in reality, his main focus should be on the military aspect first. He was vigilant of the surrounding environment and set up various layers of alert networks, and prevent any mistakes or encounters with unfamiliar enemy troops during the lord's absence.
In other words, it was basically to maintain stability around the castle.
This was also what Kant had entrusted to Firentis before he left.
After all, the depths of the desert were unknown. According to the intelligence gathered by the captives of the Kingdom of Gray Mane, there was an extremely hot devil zone in the deepest part of the desert. Even the well-prepared Jackalans, who were gifted with great endurance, did not dare to set foot in it.
Even the expeditionary army organized by the Kingdom of Gray Mane in an attempt to conquer the human countries would rather endure the cruel environment of the desert and walk around the devil land for another 30 days, rather than spend 10 days to cross the terrifying devil land. There was only endless deathly stillness in the death zone, as if it was a forbidden zone for life!
When that sandstorm suddenly appeared in the depths of the desert, Kant became slightly vigilant.
This sandstorm might have something to do with the devil land.
Moreover, Kant led his troops to the ancient passage and found the underground city of the karst cave. The Pope, who had already turned into a lich, actually asked him to go to the depths of the desert.
Although he didn't mention that it was the devil land, Kant suspected that it was there.
The system had given him a temporary side quest to confirm that.
This needed to be taken seriously.
Kant's vigilance towards the depths of the desert had reached an even higher level.
Firentis noticed Kant's solemn expression and reported, "Lord Kant, during the time you left the castle, everything was as usual. The salt camel caravan that went to the depths of the desert also did not find anything unusual."
"Okay.", Kant nodded, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "But this is not normal."
If there was no abnormality, then it was the biggest abnormality!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})The system gave a hint.
The undead lich pope pointed directly to the depths of the desert.
Moreover, using the words of the high-level Jackalan, translated into human language, it happened to be the devil land. When Kant recalled it in his mind, he felt that it was strange.
Especially in the karst cave, he really saw the devil creature!
Most importantly.
Kant had come to a conclusion from the fragmented information.
The end of the era of the ancient gods was caused by the war between the gods and the devils.
Now, these ancient races had all appeared in the hidden places. The pope even gave him a mission, asking him to go to the depths of the desert and save the daughter of the god in the eternal coffin in the so-called Holy City of Sun!
Kant did not care whether he saved her or not, but the reward of the temporary side quest given by the system was the spring eye.
This was something Kant needed to get!
The potential of the Oasis Lookout was not only like this. With the help of the system, there was still room for development.
Although the initial stage was a little difficult, as long as the area of the oasis was expanded to the point where it could form an excellent self-circulation, nourishing the surrounding desert, and nourishing the various shrubs that could not grow due to the lack of water. After taking shape, the value of this oasis would definitely not be inferior to the Senwaya Range. It would be a green ocean in this barren desert!
At that time, even if there was no fertile soil, it would be able to ensure the agricultural development of the entire castle. Even if the connection between the Oasis Lookout and the Senwaya Range was blocked, it would also be able to obtain sufficient supplies.
The oasis in the vast desert sea would be as dazzling as a pearl.
Most importantly.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})It could also be used as an outpost, a transit station, and an important logistics base!
Kant had always thought of going to the other side of the desert to take a look.
That was the Mannheim Coast.
It was said that it was made up by Kingdom of Gray Mane formed by high-level Jackalan, Kingdom of Lizardmen, and a coastal colony formed by the Elven Parliament sent by the Elven Republic.
It was different from the new world dominated by human countries and occupied by other races!
It was really fascinating.
If Kant did not need to develop, he would not have the time and energy to worry.
If he had sufficient military strength and savings, as well as the energy to fully control the overall situation, he would have long sent troops to the opposite side of the Nahrin Desert on camels that could cross the desert!
Even Jackalan could come on foot, so how could the camels, who were naturally more tolerant with the desert environment, not be able to cross?
If there was a chance, Kant would definitely go to the Mannheim Coast to take a look.
But tiredness struck him.
The sequela of the long journey was that he felt a little sleepy.
The breakfast was not finished yet, but Kant was not too hungry. He drank the sugar water in one gulp and stood up to say to Firentis and Joslin, "I'll leave this to you first. I'll go back to my room to rest."
"Understood."
Firentis and Joslin immediately stood up to send them off.
They were trustworthy talents.
Their individual abilities could help Kant handle the current situation.
"I'll leave it to you."
Kant nodded in relief as well. Under the guidance of the pretty maid, he walked towards the stairs.
He was getting more and more tired.
Behind him, the kitchen servant asked, "My lord, your breakfast won't take long to be finished. Should I send it to your room later?"
"No need."
Kant replied, "When I wake up, I will arrange for you to heat it up and send it up."
"Yes, my lord.", the servants replied.
They had already eaten breakfast.
They used the bread and dried meat that they had roasted over the campfire last night and mixed it with the hot water to swallow it down to their stomachs. Although it was a simple dish, it was enough to fill their stomachs and ensure that their basic needs were satisfied.
Back in the room, the maid behind him also brought dessert. It was fried bread wrapped in honey, with jam made from wild berries found in the Senwaya Range. The whole color was bright purple and red, and the taste was sour and sweet. Kant ate a few pieces at random, his throat had a sweet feeling.
But it was no problem to quench his hunger. It also made him more tired.
The maids wanted to help Kant undress.
They were all young girls from wealthy families who were specially selected to serve Kant. They were 14 to 18 years old. They were young and lively. They wore clean and tidy maid clothes. Their small faces were cute and pretty, their looks were above average. They could be considered young apples that had just matured.
Many noble families liked this taste. It was naturally the same for the Continent of Caradia in the feudal era of cold weapons. However, for Kant, the weariness made him wave his hand, indicating that they could leave.
"My lord, if there's anything you need, please call us."
The little apples' expressions were gloomy as they pouted and slowly retreated.
Their big black and white eyes were filled with resentment towards Kant, as well as their somewhat rusty seduction.
Being able to marry a noble was their dream.
Of course, this dream was unrealistic to them. Kant, who was a noble and even a king had to treat him with respect, was a woman's honor to have sex with him.
This was an act that could make the families behind them feel honor.
Kant also understood the reason.
But as a supreme lord, he didn't need to care at all.
He took off his clothes and fell into a deep sleep.
The long journey in the desert was exhausting, and so was riding a warhorse.
After he fell asleep, he had frequent dreams.
The ruins of the peak of the mountain, the ruins of the temple in the mountain, the ancient passage and the underground city of the karst cave, as well as the demons, undead liches, and even the experiences he had encountered, all of these made Kant's dreams even stranger.
He even dreamed of the goddess and the witch that he had shot to death.
He dreamed of the fall of the gods and demons in the ancient times.
He also dreamed of the experiences he had when he was young.
His father, Cameron, his brother who always had a cold face, his biological mother who he had no impression of, the noble who had malice toward him, and his aunt whom he had only met once.
Perhaps it was because he was too tired, Kant dreamed a lot of things.
But in the end, he dreamed of the sandstorm in the depths of the desert.
Kant seemed to have returned to that day.
The apprentices carried out the experiment without knowing their own strength, but they let go of a golden light.
The sandstorm immediately appeared, and the terrifying weather that blotted out the sky and covered the sun with sand and stones instantly appeared in the desert. It brought with it the terrifying power of nature, as well as some doubts that came from the depths of the desert, which was known as the devil land.
No one knew what exactly happened there.
Kant also did not know what was the golden light that he had inadvertently let go.
But his heart was throbbing heavily.
"Uh..."
Opening his eyes, Kant's dream ended, and he slowly woke up.
It was still his luxurious room.
He turned his head slightly. The blue sky and white clouds outside the window, as well as the orange and yellow sea of sand in the distance.
Only then did he react and slightly twisted his neck, but he felt that his entire body was rather stiff. He said, "Someone, get me a glass of water.". His stomach rumbled, and at the same time, he shouted, "And my breakfast!"
Now he was thirsty and hungry,
he remembered that he had arranged this before he went upstairs to his room.
Soon, when a maid heard Kant's call, she came in with a tray and bowed very respectfully, "Good Morning, my lord!"
