Pang!

The spider webs opened in the air and were covered with shade in an instant. They even crawled out of them with dense small spiders, forcing Fang Yuan to appear.

"Story?"

He stared at the old man opposite, but a glimmer flashed in his eyes: "It's completely different from the dream masters, it's interesting!"

"Kill him!"

The rest of the warriors howled and rushed up again.

Fang Yuan's feet snatched, and his whole body flew back in an instant, and suddenly turned into a sprint again. His movements were strange and full of indescribable sense of contradiction.

puff!

A little blood splashed, and another warrior holding a heavy sword covered his throat and fell down.

"Do you think I'll just hide in the dark and sneak attack?"

He sneered, and the iron sword moved and killed two more in an instant.

"It feels like it's just about the same level as ordinary fighters. Although they are already an elite in the army, it's not enough to deal with me!"

Fang Yuan wiped the blood-stained sword and suddenly turned his head and avoided a crossbow arrow with a tricky angle.

"You are indeed the arrival!"

The old mage shouted.

"Arrival? I don't know what you mean. I only know that you manipulate monsters, attack villages, and want to kill me! A future jazz! A real nobleman!"

This world may have some light and shadow means to record or trace some images. Of course, Fang Yuan will not leave a handle, but will scold him with a sense of justice.

"you……"

When the old mage heard this, he almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

Ordinary hunters have such skills? They even call themselves nobles arrogantly. They want to pour dirty water on their heads!

call out!

While speaking, Fang Yuan kicked under his feet, and a stone flew out of the air, hitting the crossbowman's forehead.

With Fang Yuan's physical strength at this time, the stones flying out were like bows and arrows. The unlucky guy instantly broke the big hole in his head and fell down softly.

"This kind of combat power, a high-level fighter?"

The old mage's eyelids twitched wildly, and suddenly gritted his teeth, took out a scroll from his arms, and when his palm moved, it was about to tear it apart.

"cut!"

As soon as the scroll appeared, Fang Yuan suddenly felt that the elements around him began to riot. He immediately rushed forward and pounced forward with a long sword in his hand.

"ah!"

With the old mage's scream, his entire arm was cut off and fell to the ground.

Fang Yuan took this opportunity to resolve the resistance of the remaining people. Shi Shiran came to the old man and kicked it out, turning the mage into a curled shrimp. His hands were constantly divided into pieces, and he removed his only remaining hands and legs in an instant.

The pain of the broken arm, coupled with the pain of the broken bone, made the old wizard's face full of cold sweat.

In fact, he has not fainted until now, which is quite expected.

'impossible……'

At this time, in the old man's eyes, Fang Yuan easily read the meaning of shock and disbelief.

‘It’s just a simple investigation mission. How could our team be wiped out? There are several extraordinary people among us…’

The old mage echoed in shock, then looked at Fang Yuan, who was expressionless, and suddenly trembled all over: "No! You can't kill me!"

"I'm fighting back on my own defense? No matter which territory the law is followed, it is reasonable." Fang Yuan said sternly: "I will hand over your bodies as robbers to the local lords to attack the village and carry out massacres. You can't even lose them. Therefore, consider your fate, your head will be cut off by the furious lord and hung on the city wall, and even your family will be arrested!"

"No……"

As if he had thought of some terrible consequences, the old mage's cheeks were twisted: "You can't do this... I'm from the secret mechanism!"

"Can you tell me about the secret mechanism?"

A smile appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

No matter how firm a person is, he will easily make a mistake again as long as he breaks through the bottom line in one go.

Not to mention, the more you are in a high position, the more you are afraid of death!

For righteousness, many dog-slaughtering people, and those who are unfaithful are scholars, that's why.

Sure enough, after breaking through the bottom line, the old mage did not dare to neglect and immediately said the bamboo tube poured beans that he knew.

Of course, during this process, Fang Yuan was very careful. Shen Yuan felt a little elemental abnormality and immediately made a bloody hole in his body, which immediately made all the small movements of the old mage useless.

...

"The secret agency? An organization that specializes in monitoring the arrivals of other worlds and searches for plane information?"

Fang Yuan touched his chin: "The highest ideal is to let the Monge world rule everything, and the human race dominates the entire world... racists!"

The old mage was trembling all over.

At this time, he was completely sure that the person in front of him was the rumored "commander", and even more terrifying than the records in the organization, but he had no way to pass the message out.

"Are you afraid...are you afraid that I will kill you?"

Fang Yuan smiled: "Smart guy...but you are still useful to me!"

While speaking, he covered the mage's head with a palm.

"No...you can't kill me. I'm from a secret agency. If you hurt me, you will be enemies with our entire organization. You don't know how powerful our organization is, and you keep in touch with many churches..."

The old mage's tears flowed down.

"Yes, I know...but so what?"

Fang Yuan's spiritual thought was protruded and entered the old master's sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, a brand new magic system was revealed in front of him.

‘The caster system in this world first requires building a spell template with mental power in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then extracting power from the elemental plane... and due to consumption and conflict, most of them require spell casting materials, and even have the characteristics of casting forgetting. After using the spell, you must re-memorize the template. It feels very troublesome no matter how you look at it...’

After a moment, he slowly withdrew his palm.

As for the old mage, his eyes turned pale and fell to the ground, and his breath gradually disappeared.

In order to obtain the most complete spell memory and information, Fang Yuan did not hold back, and his soul might have suffered some irreversible damage.

"Of course...even so, I cannot destroy my soul, because this is the power of Hess, the Lord of the Underworld... mortals cannot offend!"

Even if he had already killed people at this time, the rules between some gods could not be easily violated.

Otherwise, next time a whole church of Death comes, Fang Yuan will not be sure to take it over.

"Your Mightiness!"

At this time, Ghosn and the militia from the village finally arrived at the scene.

"They... were the murderer who instructed the giant wolf to attack the village this time..."

Fang Yuan clapped his palms: "You clean the battlefield, then give me the spoils, and inform the local lord!"

"Abide by the order!"

Looking at Fang Yuan and the corpse on the ground at this time, Gorghin suddenly became more awe and said carefully.

‘These people will be identified as thieves soon, right?’

Fang Yuan waved his hand and asked Ghosn to carry the body. He watched this scene silently: 'This is the sorrow of doing secret life. Even if he dies, he cannot be rehabilitated. Perhaps it will also implicate his family...'

...

What happened in this small village eventually delayed Fang Yuan's itinerary.

However, even so, three days later, he also arrived at the Shawshank Colonel and the manor of the Knights of Jora.

The season is autumn. On the ridges on both sides, many farmers are working hard to cultivate plants similar to wheat and rye.

The main grain crops in the Monge world are also wheat. Fang Yuan directly named them wheat, barley, rye, oats, etc. according to his own habits.

The wheat and rye are very slow to grow and need to be sown in autumn, harvested in the summer of the next year, and are easily affected by disasters, but the taste and nutrition are the best, and the yield is not bad. It is made into white bread, which is the food of the best.

Oats and barley can be harvested in three months in spring, but the nutrition is poor and the yield is low. It is generally used as feed and food for serfs.

"This is probably the fief of the Knight Jorah..."

Fang Yuan looked far away and saw a huge windmill among the fields, which slowly rotated with the breeze, and there was a small mill below.

According to the inheritance document, this land of more than 5,000 acres of land, with the mills, villas, livestock, and farming serfs above, is the inheritance of the knight that Fang Yuan is about to inherit.

"It seems that the economic situation of this Jora Knight is pretty good among the knights..."

After careful identification, he roughly estimated the production in the territory.

The farming system at this time was quite advanced, similar to the three-bed system in the medieval period of the previous life, which means that the cultivated land is divided into three parts, with one part falling down every year and two parts tillage, one part sowing oats and barley in spring, and the other part sowing wheat and rye in autumn.

Even so, the output is not very good, about 100 kilograms per acre of land a year.

The ‘mu’ and ‘jin’ here are naturally the concepts in Fang Yuan’s mind, and the calculation methods of locals may be different.

But according to Fang Yuan's estimate, there are almost no vegetables and meat at this time, and an adult should need about one pound of food a day.

In other words, on average, one person needs four to five acres of land to support him.

The population of the entire Knights' territories will not exceed one thousand, and the elderly and children will need to be counted.

In fact, it is only at the level of a village head. Of course, the premise is that the village is completely owned by private ownership.

"Of course... to the eyes of the lower class of this world, a knight is already a very remarkable figure. After all, he has a hereditary fief and has the title of jazz, and he is a real superior person!"

"This inheritance may be a little troublesome!"
Chapter completed!