Chapter 90 Twinkle, Twinkle, Jingjing
There was a heavy snowfall in Chenshuang Ridge that lasted for three days, and the entire territory was covered in white snow.
The weather became extremely cold, and the heavy snow showed no sign of abating. Yeats, wearing an animal skin vest, asked Granny Giselle, who was proficient in herbal medicine, divination and astrology, when the snow would stop.
"It will probably have to wait until the last full moon night of the year." Grandma Giselle said, "Then the nights will get darker day by day, and hungry beasts will arrive accompanied by wind and snow."
Yeats exhaled a white breath, nodded, and calculated the time, it was not far away from the time of the beast tide.
This kind of cold weather will make survival extremely difficult.
But the freezing temperature of splashing water also provides a big advantage, that is, building an ice city will be much easier.
When the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, an ice city can be built by transporting soil and splashing water. This tactic of building an ice city has been widely used since ancient times.
Yeats has assigned the task of building the ice city to the dwarf craftsman Barend Tower.
Compared with the Battle of Tongguan, Prime Minister Cao built the Ice City overnight, leaving him much more time to build the Ice City. There was no problem in surrounding the central building complex of the territory.
Currently, a smooth ice city wall has been built on the north side of Chenshuang Ridge, towards the ruins of the watchtower, and the city wall is being expanded at an alarming rate every day, shocking the residents of the territory.
Wherever Yeats went, he could hear the praises of the citizens. This is inseparable from the strong sense of security brought by the city wall.
Thanks to the severe cold weather, there is no need to worry about the ice wall melting.
And when the snow melts next spring, Yeats plans to build a real city wall for the territory.
For this reason, establishing a brewery and regaining Whitefish Harbor are extremely important goals, related to revenue and trade routes.
Smelting workshop.
Yeats opened the door and walked in. He felt that the room temperature was comfortable, and the blacksmith and apprentices were busy forging chain mail.
The cost of chain armor is much lower than that of plate armor. When combined with a face-covering helmet and lined cotton armor, it can greatly reduce the casualty rate of sergeants. The key is that it is light in weight and will not affect the movements of ordinary soldiers like plate armor.
Due to the construction of the deer farm, it is much easier to obtain leather in Chenshuang Ridge. Leather is also used to make shields, leather armor and other armors.
Although the militiamen of Chenshuang Ridge cannot compete with the sergeants of White Night City, with the blessing of armor, they can defeat the wandering goblins and kobold teams without any casualties.
"Lord Baron!" Halfling Finn held up an arm-mounted crossbow and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "This is an arm-mounted crossbow designed by me based on a human body shape. It enhances the lethality and shortens the reloading time!"
Yeats’s eyes lit up.
Training a qualified crossbowman is far simpler and faster than training a longbowman.
The Jenova Crossbowmen of the Kingdom of Sicily are a famous mercenary. Like the Golden Lion Longbowmen, they are a unique and powerful unit. They are famous for their combination of giant shield and crossbow.
Morning Frost Ridge can also take the route of training crossbowmen, which is cheaper and more effective than training cavalry!
Yeats sent someone to call Lotta and asked the "reindeer knight" to test the power of the crossbow. Her eyes suddenly gleamed.
“This crossbow belongs to you.” Yeats smiled, “From now on you will be the first reindeer-riding crossbowman in Morning Frost Ridge.”
Lota said happily: “Thank you, Baron. "My Lord!"
"My Lord Baron, this is the helmet you asked me to make specially." The blacksmith handed over the Gothic helmet.
Compared with the medieval barrel helmets, this Gothic helmet that only appeared during the Renaissance is a little more beautiful. There is only an iron seam in the center of the helmet.
This helmet was specially designed by Yeats for the Headless Horseman Kelia.
Now her pumpkin head can retire honorably.
“Don’t waste the unwanted pumpkin heads, they can be made into dishes.”
Yeats thought to himself: “Would it be strange to use Kelya’s original pumpkin heads for cooking? "
Then, Yeats nodded with conviction... As long as it can add permanent attributes, it's not surprising!
Late afternoon.
Yeats rode a carrot, inspected the territory, and returned to the lord's mansion.
In the study, the light of the candle was still on. Yeats opened the door and saw Gray sitting at the desk, holding her head in one hand, her face full of pain.
Hearing the noise, Gray looked up and said, "Ah... you didn't knock on the door, I didn't notice it."
"Isn't your intuition very keen?" Yeats smiled.
"Yes, but it is really hard to amend the local regulations of Chenshuang Ridge."
Gray held her head in her hands, lifted her hair up, and sighed heavily: "Why should I learn this in the first place? "Law!"
"Stop lifting your hair, wait until your hairline goes up again."
“No way.” Gray glared at Yeats, “Even if all my hair falls out, it will still be my contribution to Chenshuang Ridge!”
Yeats has some Surprised, I didn't expect Gray to have such a strong sense of belonging to Chenshuang Ridge.
Yeats walked over to Gray and stood behind the high-backed chair, staring at the words she was writing on the paper.
Ah... so complicated and difficult to understand.
Yeats had no expression on his face and patted Gray on the shoulder: "Well written, keep up the good work. I believe in your ability!"
Gray turned around, made a face and vomited. He lowered his tongue and said immediately:
"Kuchiki-sama, you simply don't understand!"
Yeats walked out of the study with a straight face.
Gray looked at his back and was stunned, thinking, did I make him angry?
But this task is really difficult... Gray held his chin in frustration... I seem to have overestimated myself.
But if I complete this task, will the lord be happy?
Law is my area of expertise and I cannot let Yeats down.
Gray patted his cheek, cheered up, regained his composure, picked up the quill and continued working at his desk.
At this time, Yeats walked in again. Gray was a little surprised when she saw a cup of steaming hot drink in his hand, placed in front of her.
"Milk coffee, I added honey to it." Yeats said, "It's valuable, drink it and keep working hard."
Grey picked up the milk Coffee looked at him with a silly smile.
"Why are you laughing?" Yeats asked strangely.
"So you weren't angry just now."
Gray chuckled, took a sip of milk, opened her eyes wide and said, "Well...it tastes really good!"
< br>Yeats smiled dumbly, took a chair and sat down next to Gray, and said:
"Then take a rest and come chat, Gray."
"Chat?" Gray blinked.
"Treatment through chatting, also known as conversation therapy..." Yeats paused and said, "You will definitely not understand this joke."
Gray couldn't help laughing.
Yeats was surprised and said: "How could you understand?"
Grey said: "I didn't understand, but your tone is very funny, so I think it's a very Funny joke, made me laugh out loud. ”
Yeats stared at Gray. The chestnut-haired girl's eyes were bright, and the candlelight gave her cheeks a warm light.
"Where is your hometown, Gray?" When asking this question, Yeats suddenly felt a little lost.
“Far, far away, there is a very high mountain, and the elders and I live on the mountain.” Gray lay on the desk, resting his arms on his head, and said sideways: “What about you? ?”
Yeats said: “In a place further away than your hometown.”
“Oh——” Gray has heard of the central plain of the Golden Lion Kingdom. Fertile land, golden wheat fields, red windmills, "it must be very beautiful there."
"Yes." Yeats said, "It's like the stars, both distant and beautiful."
"I often watch the stars with the elders."
We talked about interest On the topic, Gray sat up straight, her eyes shimmering.
“The First Presbyterian Council said that the stars are actually shining diamonds, and he will regard them as collections in the future.”
“The Second Presbyterian Council said that although the stars are beautiful, they are far away. He is not as beautiful as he is, so why not take a closer look at him?”
"The third elder said that if you take Gray out at night again, I will beat you all up!" Gray laughed out loud.
Yeats's heart trembled with the laughter, and he lowered his eyes and remained silent.
"Yeats." Gray lay on the desk and stared at him.
"Huh?"
The cold wind slapped the window, echoing like the ghost of the wild hunt. Yeats heard Gray say softly like a small animal:
"Will we survive the cold wave?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm here, I'm sure." Yeats calmly road.
Gray showed a sweet smile, rubbed her eyes, yawned and said, "I'm so sleepy, but I haven't finished revising it yet."
"It's just as good as tomorrow."
"But I can't sleep because I'm thinking about it." Gray said with a pout.
"How about I use the sleep spell on you?"
"Tch...then I might as well stay up late and work."
Gray was about to pick up the Quill, Yeats pressed her hand.
"Go to sleep." Yeats said, "If you can't do it, I'll sing to you."
Gray's cheeks flushed slightly, she silently let go of the quill, and used the cold tabletop to cool her cheeks : "What song?"
The crackle of the bonfire echoed, and the clear and gentle songs echoed in the cold night.
"Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars..."
Gray had a very clear dream, dreaming that she was standing under the vast starry sky, Yeats stood behind him, so he happily took his hand, pointed to the stars in the night sky, and said that he would give him a diamond.
"Floating far above the worldly clouds and smoke, like diamonds in the night sky..."
Yeats lowered his head and looked at the chestnut-haired girl who had fallen asleep. When he saw the corner of her mouth raised, he must have dreamed of delicious food. .
Take off the animal skin vest and gently put it on Gray's body.
At this time, Yeats heard the prompt from the system panel:
"You have contained the power of sleep spells in music. You have learned a new spell, lullaby!"< br>
Yeats was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to learn new spells. He then looked inside the soul realm and was surprised to find that the circle of life had improved!
Yeats had a clear understanding: "Only in the third ring can one be promoted to a sword dance poet. Let's first aim to be promoted to a second ring poet."
At this time, Yeats glanced at the faint bird on the bird stand. The sleepy Snowy Owl said in surprise: "You won't stay up late today?"
"Gu~" The Snowy Owl squinted its eyes, opened its beak, and let out a long yawn.
Go to bed early today and stay up late tomorrow!
Six thousand words today, a transition from daily life!
(End of this chapter)