Chapter 297 296. The war of annihilation of jackals ended successfully

On October 30, 1111, the first late autumn rain in Transia came as expected. After a night of rain, the temperature dropped significantly the next day. Professor Malcolm had an extra piece of clothing on him when he came to work.

Windbreaker.

Its style is a classic men's long windbreaker that has never appeared in this world. Not to mention, the otherworldly style clothes made by Mrs. Water's apprentices gave the already elegant professor a little more old man style.

His charm makes a group of young girls in the administrative office always take a look at him from time to time.

"Winter is coming."

As the first lieutenant of the consul, the professor was in no mood to pay attention to his masculine charm at this time.

He stood by the window of his office and looked at the third residential building that was being built in full swing in the city, feeling somewhat worried.

"According to the current progress, the residents should be able to move into the new houses before the first snow falls, but I don't know if the 'floor heating' system designed by Lord Asher will be effective.

Fortunately, the activity of the Batasin Chamber of Commerce has provided enough food, and the catches from the Ice Bay area have been sent to the underground storage cellar of Scarlet Castle. Next, it is time for the collectors to collect some fruits and vegetables that can be stored as soon as possible."

The professor turned around and wrote down his thoughts on his administrative notebook. There were still many people's livelihood issues that worried him.

For example, the recruitment of refugees throughout Transia is about to begin. If those refugees cannot be properly resettled before the cold winter arrives, it will easily lead to a terrible disaster.

Fortunately, the wise Professor Chen had already provided him with a simple construction plan of centralized shacks with "earth dragons". The construction time of those buildings was short enough, but it was estimated that several more large concentration camps would need to be quickly planned to accommodate the refugees.

They live.

In addition, there are those Blood Servant captives who will soon be sent back to Transia. Although the plan to resettle these guys has been determined, how to guide them to reintegrate into Lord Murphy's new order is also an issue that needs attention.

"Bang, bang"

A knock on the door interrupted Professor Malcolm's thoughts.

He raised his head and saw his secretary, his wife and his former student Fu Na, walking into the office with several letters.

When the two were alone, Mrs. Verna did not hesitate to show her love for her husband. She kissed the professor on the cheek, put a few letters into his hand, and said:

"This is a reply from your students and friends, sent through the Capet family's courier channel, but I guess you may be disappointed.

They don't seem interested in your invitation."

"Isn't that expected?"

The professor sighed, opened the envelope, and said:

"They are different from Miriam. They already have their own life and career plans. If they had not encountered life changes, it is estimated that no one would be willing to give up the good life in other places and come to Transia, a remote place.

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Speaking of which, Funa, are you still planning to move to Bataxin City with your children? How about I apply to the Lord to send you and your children back to Port Shard first?"

"snort"

When this question was mentioned, Ms. Funa immediately snorted. She put her hands on her hips and scolded her husband:

"Can I still leave now? You have found so many 'students' for me to teach them. What should I do with the children in the administrative class now that I have left?"

Just keep being evil!

However, the two children really cannot stay in Transia. They need to receive an education. They will have to be sent back to Port Chardeau in the spring of next year and handed over to our friends to take care of them."

"Next spring. Yes, we have to send them away before the black disaster comes."

When the professor thought about the risk of the approaching black disaster, he suddenly felt guilty for his wife. He held Ms. Funa's hand and whispered:

"It's all my fault for insisting on staying here and dragging you into this whirlpool."

"No need to apologize, my Malcolm."

Ms. Funa looked at it openly. She smiled and stretched out her hand to straighten the professor's gray hair. She whispered:

"I know you have been blaming yourself for wasting your life in the war, and I haven't seen you so energetic in a long time.

It is obvious that you have found some kind of belief in your lifelong pursuit in Transia, the destined place. I was once your student, and I know that you have a great pursuit.

What's more, even from a practical point of view, what kind of treatment can you get elsewhere if you leave here?

How could I turn a blind eye to the bright future that even a little girl like Miriam could see?

If you work hard, my husband, as we are both from civilian backgrounds, we may really be able to obtain endless blessings for our children in their lifetime."

"It's great that you understand me."

The professor laughed and held his wife's waist, which was no longer as slender as when she was young. The two kissed softly in the office, but the next second the door was pushed open and Miriam stood at the door holding a stack of documents.

I felt a little at a loss for a while.

"Uh, I'll be back later, Professor! I'm sorry!"

The Scarlet Archon screamed, closed the door and ran out, but soon she reminded her again outside the door:

"Well, Ms. Funa, you'd better change into a formal suit quickly. Your investiture ceremony will be held this afternoon. The Lord has decided to give you the title of 'Administrative Knight'. In addition, Professor Malcolm will also officially receive the title of 'Administrative Knight'."

With the Baron's reward, your fiefdom will be arranged in the Under Armor Hills.

Of course, if you are not satisfied with that fiefdom, we can talk about it, and the Earl of Xico is also possible.

The lord has given instructions, you are free to choose your own fiefdom."

This panicked shout made the old couple look at each other and laugh immediately. Professor Malcolm shook his head and let go of his blushing wife, and whispered:

"Our lord is really insightful. He always knows when to give us a carrot to make us work harder.

Look, just now you were talking about the blessings of future generations, and in the blink of an eye we have a hereditary fiefdom."

"You have to make a good choice."

Ms. Funa patted her cheek to calm herself down, and said thoughtfully:

"How about placing it next to Batacin City? There is a strong commercial atmosphere there, and it will definitely become the commercial center of Transia in the future."

"Yeah, yeah, it's up to you. It's up to you whether I will participate in this matter, Knight Fna."

Professor Malcolm made a simple courtesy, but was glared hard by his wife. The latter turned and left, but when she opened the door, she turned back with a charming smile and said softly:

"How does it feel to have a knight's wife? Your Lordship, Lord Malcolm."

The professor's expression suddenly became painful.

Just by looking at his wife's smile, you can tell that he won't be able to get away with the official meal tonight. Alas, getting promoted and making money doesn't seem to be all a good thing!

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【boom】

As white smoke surged out of the exhaust pipe of the miniature steam furnace at the rear end of the shotgun, projectiles accelerated to several times the speed of sound flew out, accurately shooting a jackal hunter in the back of the head at a distance of three hundred meters.

The corpse of the victim hit the ground, causing the hyenas under his crotch and the bloodthirsty hyenas beside him to run away in panic.

"cool!"

Brother Qu, the electronic succubus, showed a satisfied smile like a cold hunter, and clapped his hand at the precision engineering shotgun that he spent a lot of money to buy from the little Earl of Sharon, and he liked it very much.

As a ranger as a primary ranger and as a secondary gunner, he has devoted all his skills to hunting. Now with the weapons in hand, he can finally show off his destructive power to the fullest.

Brother Qu took out a round bullet from the ammunition pouch on his belt and stuffed it into the chamber of the gun.

This sniper shotgun is good at everything. Its range, accuracy and especially destructive power are far superior to ordinary soldier guns. It can even easily knock down elites to residual health at a distance of 100 meters. If the aim is accurate, the 'Knowing Blow' is triggered.

, direct killing is not a problem.

Only this single-shot mode is indeed a bit fatal, but considering that this thing uses a steam furnace to provide kinetic energy, it is understandable that the shooting speed is slower.

He did not continue to hang out with Brother Miao Miao today, mainly because Brother Miao Miao was not online today and went to discuss something with Happy Stick who came from afar, so everyone in the "Big Bird Roan Zhuan" group was able to move around freely.

Opportunity.

Xiaoshou and the other three went to buy equipment with Yan Sang, who had just joined the team, but Brother Qu was not involved.

His personality is the kind of person who is more happy-go-lucky. Even when playing games, he does not have a particularly high desire for good equipment. What he enjoys is the fun of playing. If he were not accompanied by a group of good friends, maybe Qu Ge would be more suitable for "alone"

Wolf play”.

He set goals for himself.

He planned to build up the reputation of the Adventurer's Guild after the jackal hunting activities. He had already studied the reputation system repeatedly in private. After reaching reverence, he could ask Natalie or Old Eugene for advice on how to tame his own "game player".

"Hunting Buddy" skills.

Brother Qu has always wanted a ferocious and dexterous hunting falcon, or a horned eagle that can help in fights as his partner. It can not only conduct reconnaissance but also make him less lonely when he is alone.

Alas, this man who often washes his feet is actually a restless young man who is sensitive and longs for others to caress him.

"aim."

He held the shotgun in front of his chest at the sniper point he selected, looked into the distance through the slender scope mounted on the gun, and then locked onto a gnoll barbarian who was sneaking away in the distance.

The number of these guys has dropped sharply in recent times, especially after the great warlord Kenbot Bonegnasher was killed. The gnolls in Transia seemed to have disappeared overnight.

But that’s fine, doesn’t this mean that this big operation that has lasted for almost 30 days is about to come to an end?

To be honest, it's boring to keep watching the gnolls kill you. You have to try more ways to play the game.

Thinking like this, Brother Qu pulled the trigger.
To be continued...