Chapter 2506: Catch the Wind and Wash Away the Dust

If you want to ask how many desert islands there are in Zefeng Continent, you can only use four words to describe them - countless.

Even if the territories of Dashai City, York Han City and Ai Rui City are adjacent to each other, there are at least hundreds of islands within their territorial waters.

As for maritime island countries like Moonlight City and Fort Vicky, there are over a thousand island groups within their territorial waters, and there are countless isolated islands.

Among the island groups and isolated islands, there are many that are barren, desolate, and dangerous, but more of them are rich in species resources, beautiful and pleasant.

The main reason why such islands are still uninhabited is that no one is developing them. No, to be precise, the surrounding islands are not included in the development plan at all.

It’s not that the core politicians of various countries don’t have a long-term vision. It’s just that the territory under their feet has not been developed half yet, and they have no time to care about anything else.

The original plan was that these islands would continue to be abandoned until Fort Vicky was completely developed. However, it is different now. With the incident of Old Patch, several of the islands with rich products will be effectively used.

After nearly two hours of consideration, Master Dewey used my phone crystal to connect to his office.

After a brief explanation, a detailed plan was put on the agenda.

The plan is very simple. First, find the problem. If there is no problem, find the fault. No matter it is a big problem, a small problem, a major fault, or a minor fault, as long as you can hammer it with stone, find them all.

Secondly, after the problems and flaws are implemented, based on the possible consequences of the problem, the scope of influence should be continuously expanded to make it a serious problem that cannot be forgiven or ignored.

Finally, and the most critical step, based on these issues, all six noble families were exiled to the island.

After hanging up the call, I asked Master Dewey worriedly, what should I do if I can't find even the slightest fault or problem?

Master Dewey smiled, his smile was weak and relaxed: "There will be no accidents. These six families are as obedient as sheep in front of me."

I understood instantly.

Is the matter resolved satisfactorily?

Master Dewey seemed to be in a good mood, at least he fell asleep within a few minutes.

After closing the door, lying on the sofa, stroking Odachi gently, I murmured: "Thank you."

Odachi laughed strangely: "Why are you so angry all of a sudden, brat?"

"It's nothing," I whispered, "I went to bed."

Early the next morning, the sound of iron spoons clashing with iron pots came from the kitchen. I blinked my sleepy eyes, and after making sure there was no one around me, I shouted out of habit: "Mrs. boss, what's for breakfast?"

"Omelette, milk, sandwich."

The voice that answered me was both familiar and unfamiliar, but I was certain that it was definitely not the voice of the landlady.

I woke up instantly and stayed for a while before I gradually came to my senses: By the way, this is Old Patch’s house, not mine.

He stretched, turned over and sat up on the sofa, looked around, found a kettle and a glass, poured himself a glass, drank it all, and then drank three more glasses in a row, finally feeling comfortable.

As soon as I put down the kettle, I heard a soft click, and Master Dewey walked out of the room dressed neatly. He looked at me and said, "Water."

After being stunned for a second, I immediately found a new cup, filled it with water, and respectfully delivered it to Master Dewey.

Master Dewey finished the drink in a few sips, burped comfortably, and said, "It's so happy. It's best to drink cold water on a hot day!"

Seeing his satisfied expression, I couldn't say much.

I remember that before leaving Fort Vicky, Master Dewey’s personal doctor, Mr. Raphael, warned me more than once: “Moonlight City has a temperate and tropical climate. At this time, the temperature is high and you will easily become thirsty, but you must not Giving Master Dewey cold water will affect your health."

I was puzzled at the time and asked him what impact it would have? And how serious is the impact?

Dr. Raphael thought for a while and then said: "I can't see anything wrong at the moment. I say this for long-term considerations."

Well, the long term he talks about may be ten years from now, it may be fifty years from now, it may be one hundred years from now, and it may even be reflected in the 200th birthday of Master Dewey.

But it's not today.

When Master Dewey finished his fourth glass of water, Old Patch also got up. He was only wearing a small vest and a pair of large pants. His bulging muscle lines made his slightly thin back extremely strong.

Years of training have made him as strong as a large adult bulldog.

Okay, I admit, this metaphor is slightly inappropriate. But it is very appropriate, because it is really similar.

While Aunt Tracy was cooking, Old Patch leaned on the sofa and asked Master Dewey's decision in a low voice.

Naturally, Master Dewey would not let the results of a whole night's labor go to waste. He firmly stated that as long as old Patch was willing to return to Fort Vicky - even if he did not go back, as long as he was willing to inherit his family's name and inheritance, and re- He would pay any price to pick up the friendship between the two.

After hearing this, Old Patch smiled: "Forget it, I know you too well and I can't be cruel at all."

He breathed softly, waved to me, and pointed to the kettle.

I understood and hurriedly poured him a drink.

After drinking two cups of cold drinks in a row, Old Patch felt refreshed and continued: "One of them is the wife of His Majesty the Dwarf King, and the other five hold one percent of the economic lifeline of Fort Vicky. No matter which one is eradicated, they will be Make an impact on the development of Veitchburg.”

At this point, he sighed and whispered: "Actually, I hope more than once that I can kill these thugs with my own hands, but... forget it, forget it, no matter what, I am also a Wichburger, and I can't escape. With this bloodline, it is really unreasonable for me to destroy my country because of personal hatred. Well, let's do this. If you really have the idea of ​​letting me inherit the family, then expel them from my sight, at least don't let them It's annoying to watch them move within the scope of my life."

Old Patch relaxed, and Master Dewey also breathed a sigh of relief. He even thought about it. Once Old Patch clung to the idea of ​​revenge, he would make several forged death certificates to appease Old Patch. Very irritable heart.

But now, all this is no longer needed.

As long as Fort Vicky implements the plan envisioned by Master Dewey, any problem will be solved.

Not long after, the fragrant aroma of food came out from the crack in the door, constantly impacting our olfactory organs. In the kitchen, Aunt Tracy shouted: "Patch, come here and serve the food!"

Old Patch responded, got up and walked to the kitchen. As he walked, he said: "You two just sit down and sit down. This breakfast is just for us, the old couple, to take care of you."