Chapter 298 Turtle School

"This is the hop farm, of course, it used to be."

Going north from the iron mine, you will find the hop farm in Night Territory. Only by using hops to brew beer can you make the best beer. The beer in Night Territory is as famous as wine.

Field looked at the tentacles all over the ground and the rotten corpses tied by rotten plants, and shook his head in disappointment: "The climate and environment in Night Territory are very suitable for brewing. When we can be self-sufficient in food, we will find a way to restore the brewing industry."

Wine is a huge profit among huge profits. If it weren't for the fear of starving people to death, Field would have wanted to start investing immediately.

"There are only mutant rats in the warehouse, and there is nothing useful to find."

Tisifa used his wings to chisel open the rotten warehouse door, covered his nose and walked in for a while.

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"As expected."

"Sir, are we going to build a wooden fortress here?"

Iron Hammer asked.

"No, I just need valuable resource points, and even the pass is not necessary for the time being."

The three passes of the Night Territory blocked the passages of the three territories respectively. Field had been envious for a long time, but the resources and troops required for occupation were simply not affordable for the current territory.

"Ah! Help."

In the depths of the gray fog, a shrill and miserable howl suddenly came, followed by shouts and exclamations.

"Are there living people, or traps?" Tisifa looked at Field, waiting for orders.

Field scanned the small map for a while, and finally saw the mark of living people among the dense red skull marks. The number was not large, and it was decreasing rapidly. No wonder he didn't find it before.

"Let's go and see."

Everyone ran to the sound.

The convoy of three carriages was seen being firmly entangled by the tentacles on the ground.

A large number of rotten corpses emerged from the surrounding woods and attacked the people of the convoy frantically. What was surprising was that everyone in the convoy was wearing strange white robes.

They looked like wizards, but the clothes were embroidered with turtles, which looked particularly funny.

Facts proved that they were indeed not wizards.

Faced with the rotten corpses that were attacking them, most people panicked and drilled on the ground of the carriages, allowing the disgusting rotten secretions to smear them into a disfigured state.

Among them, there was a guy who looked very stupid. He didn't find the bottom of the carriage to drill, but he lay down and pretended to be dead. He was stepped on several times by the chaotic crowd. His face was twisted and painful, but he didn't dare to scream.

Only five guys in mercenary uniforms were fighting the rotten corpses.

"Meow, I'm not going to do this anymore. This is a job to die."

The mercenary cursed, pushed the rotten corpses with a machete, turned around and ran. He didn't run two steps before he was knocked down by the rotten corpses on the side. The corpse opened its cheekless mouth and bit off half of the mercenary's neck. Blood flowed like a fountain.

"Save them, free labor is delivered to your door."

Seeing the rare living people, Field's eyes lit up.

The guards immediately marched in an orderly queue, and the long halberds that kept stabbing out easily killed the chaotic corpses one by one, helping the people in the caravan to get out of the siege.

"Respected knight, praise your bravery. We are scholars of the Tutus School, that is, the Natural Turtle School. I am their guide, Old George."

An embarrassed old man climbed up from the muddy and filthy ground, looked at the wolf-like guards in front of him in surprise, and then greeted Field awkwardly.

"Trust School." Field had never heard of it before, and stopped the old man from looking at the pattern on his body, "Uh, the turtle painted on your body, is it your symbol?"

"Sir, this is the turtle of nature, our medium for exploring the mysteries of nature."

Old George felt very awkward. Although it was true that the turtle was painted, the tone sounded a bit like scolding.

Old George wiped the mud off his face, threw it on the ground, and respectfully took out a copper turtle and made a gesture of invitation: "Sir, this is our medium, you can hear its call to the living beings."

"Take it away, don't be rude to the lord!"

"Take back your turtle."

The guard stopped him immediately.

Field signaled the guard to retreat, took the copper turtle and played with it for a while, it was not a magic prop, and he lost interest in it instantly.

Think about it, if it is as mysterious as they say, it will not be killed by ordinary corpses.

With the development of the times, in the past ten years, such small sects have often appeared in the empire, many of which are crazy people who pursue extreme human liberation or art.

For example, there is a chosen one nicknamed "Beheading Painter" in Yinshui Province. He is a complete madman who likes to chop off other people's heads to paint. He has not been arrested until now.

"This trend has a sense of Renaissance, but it doesn't look like it."

"Why did you come to the Night Territory?" After returning the bronze turtle, Field asked curiously, "Did the turtle tell you?"

"It was the Queen's order..."

Field was embarrassed: "Uh, sorry."

"In order to explore the mysteries of nature and find ways to solve corruption." The old scholar muttered, then raised his hand and said seriously and solemnly, "The Queen's mission is to ask us to find the source of corruption and then eradicate it."

"Six." Field exclaimed, "Her Majesty is really... wild and unrestrained."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Queen is asking them to die, right? It's called a mission, but it's actually exile.

"Sir, sir, you are really my savior!" The young man who had been stepped on several times before got up and cried, "These bastards are villains and cultists. I was kidnapped into their school. They wasted my knowledge in vain."

"Wait a minute, sir."

Field stopped him from speaking and signaled the guards to take the young man away and imprison him separately.

"Gentlemen, have you said or proposed any theories before?" Turning to ask the people of the Turtle School.

"Of course, this is the result of our research."

Old George proudly took out a roll of parchment from his arms and handed it to Field.

"Our topic proves that the queen and the turtle... oh no, and the Earth Turtle have a certain degree of similarity. Of course, the most similar is the gorilla. Perhaps one of your relatives loves a gorilla."

"Hiss~ She didn't skin you alive, that's just your luck."

Field stood in awe and took a breath.

Although these words may contain scientific ideas, this is the first time I have seen such a brave guy.

"Since you are scholars, you can read and write, right?"

"Of course, but what we are best at is communicating with the Natural Turtle."

"Very good."

Turning his head, Field ordered: "Iron Hammer, invite these gentlemen to the dark prison of Silver Claw, torture them severely and reform their minds, and bring them to me when Silver Claw thinks they can be released. It happens that Nightmares needs soap, send it to them, and pick it up for fun."