I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 218

The continuous heavy rain some time ago caused landslides and gravel blocked the mountain road.

Shirou planned to use light cannons to clear the road, but considering that the light cannons were too powerful and would easily cause secondary damage to the mountain road, he changed the route and took a long detour from the forest below the mountain to Castle Carnley.

The sun slanted westward, and the light became dim, so I had to spend a day in the forest temporarily.

Fortunately, Arturia found a cave, so that people don't have to spend the night in the woods and be with the beasts.

Merlin performed insect repelling magic, lit a bonfire, and Kai took out the bedding from the big backpack, and a simple camp was made.

Arturia was humming and grilling meat, while Shirou was looking at the map of Camelot, rubbing his chin, and thinking.

The two-month itinerary was not just to let more people know him and earn his reputation, but more importantly, to understand the basic national conditions and living conditions of the Kingdom of Camelot.

Shirou has no experience in governing the country, let alone being a king, but those who have come out of the nine-year compulsory education under the red banner know that they should base themselves on reality and seek truth from facts.

No matter how many cases there are in your mind, you can’t just copy them. You have to understand the actual situation and then make adjustments according to the actual situation, otherwise it’s just daydreaming.

After understanding the two-month itinerary, as expected by Shirou, the aristocrats of the Kingdom of Camelot are too strong, occupying a dominant position, enjoying the final interpretation of the law, and slavery is deeply rooted.

Secondly, in terms of agricultural production, he was really drunk.

The traditional agriculture in ancient China was intensive agriculture, which was characterized by adapting measures to local conditions and intensive cultivation, focusing on improving land utilization and yield per unit area, and adopting a series of technical measures such as improved seeds, intensive cultivation, thin tubes, and multi-fertilization. It is also because of the gradual formation of the pattern of small farmers operating under the feudal landlord economic system of the Celestial Dynasty and the pattern of large population and small farmland.

Agricultural production in Britain . . .

Shirou had seen with his own eyes how farming was done in several villages. Just turn the soil over with a fork, throw the seeds in, pour the soil twice, and it's done. Typical people rely on the sky and the earth to rely on their fertility to eat.

Shirou also asked those farmers in detail, and the information he got was that Britain practiced the dual farming system, and secondly, they did not have farm tools, and most villages would use cattle farming. But according to Shiro's statistics, the proportion of animal farming is less than 5%.

It's no wonder that Britain's food production is failing.

The climate of the British Isles is originally a temperate maritime climate, which is not suitable for the production of food crops, but more suitable for growing succulent pastures. This point has a conclusion in the geography book of high school.

In an unsuitable climate, with such a backward farming method, it is strange that the yield can increase.

The food production capacity cannot be raised, the conflict between the noble class and the civilian class is serious, there has been no leader or king in the country for ten years, and there is also a racial war caused by the humble king Vortigern... There are multiple reasons that lead to the Camelot Kingdom as a whole at this moment. , including the aristocratic class, the standard of living is really not very good.

People think that this is due to the lack of a king to lead them, but in fact it is not, but a situation caused by sharp contradictions on many sides. The most fundamental contradiction, in the final analysis, is low productivity.

Because of low productivity, all kinds of contradictions have intensified, forming the complicated situation now... To be honest, after investigating the basic national conditions, if it wasn't for Merlin's swearing that there would be a way to go home after defeating Vortigern, Shirou would have thought Ran.

The situation is too complicated, one ring after another.

Once the conflict is not clearly analyzed and the means of resolution are not well thought out, that is the end of the conflict breaking out.

Headache...!

However, if it is to go home, you must face it positively!

After eating the barbecue, Shirou and the others buried their heads in sleep.

"——!!!"

Shirou tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, then sighed heavily, sat up, and scratched his hair in distress.

"It's coming again, this feeling of being watched!"

It has been more than two months since the trip started.

During these two months, Shirou always felt that someone was watching him.

And spy on him in the dead of night.

At the beginning, I thought it was some nobleman or some king who sent him to assassinate him, so I was on guard for a long time. But this prying gaze has been watching him, without doing anything.

This troubled Shiro a little.

Just staring, not moving, and don't know where to stare at yourself, it really makes people sleepless at night.

At least Shirou has been so troubled that he hasn't slept well for a long time.

Shirou sighed and stood up.

Kai immediately raised his head, looked at him, and asked, "Arthur, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to the toilet, I'll be back soon, you can sleep peacefully, Kai." Shirou said.

Kai nodded, then lay back on his stomach again, and went to sleep.

Shirou walked out of the cave, went to a big tree not far away, and moistened the ground.

Putting on his pants, Shirou was about to turn back to the cave, but at this moment, a melodious piano sound came from not far away.

The sound of the piano is ethereal and melodious, with a touch of sadness, Pan Heng is in this forest covered with light clouds.

Shirou couldn't understand what the sound of the piano was expressing, what he was suing, but unexpectedly thought it sounded good. Turning back to the cave, he couldn't fall asleep because of the prying eyes. Shirou thought about it, and simply walked directly towards the place where the sound of the piano came from.

The Welsh night was very humid, and the forest was covered with a thin layer of cloud and mist.

In the mist, there are sporadic shimmering lights with stardust.

Shirou turned his eyes to look, and couldn't help being surprised.

It's a leprechaun.

The goblin, who had not been seen for more than two months of traveling, appeared from the forest like a spring at this moment, and walked slowly along the melodious sound of the piano.

Evidently, the goblins liked the sound of the piano.

Shirou followed, and the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer, flowing like flowing water, sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes rushing like a waterfall, sometimes clear like jade beads falling into a plate, sometimes whispering like a whisper... sad Sadness lingers in the woods with the tone, as if telling something, pouring out something.

The goblins are all intoxicated.

Many fairy girls even hid in the grass, blushing and tidying up their appearance.

Shirou walked out of the forest and came to the place where the sound of the piano came from.

A handsome young knight with long red hair was sitting on a branch, leaning against the tree trunk, while gently twirling the harp in his hand, and the melodious sound of the harp came out slowly.

A group of goblins surrounded the tree, looking at the red-haired young knight fascinatedly.

Shirou looked very awkward among the group of elves, but he sat on the ground calmly, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the knight's piano.

The knight stroked the body of the piano lightly, and his slender fingers plucked it very smoothly.

Accompanied by the beating of the strings, the melancholic sound of the zither with the twist of the wrist flows out slowly, as if it came from a deep valley and a secluded mountain, quietly flowing through the twists and turns of life, the bumps of the years, and the sadness and melancholy in the heart. Quietly dripping.

This is a happy chapter.