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Chapter 92 0091: Fisherman

The food provided by the cultivated land has to wait.

Sandun Kaya's current source of food mainly relies on the fish provided by [Ice Eye], and the team goes out to collect and hunt.

【Sandon Kaya tribe (occupied)】

【Prosperity Level: D】

【Number of Residents: 254】

[Number of Troops: 93]

The tribe now has soldiers, if they meet [bandits] or [looters] again, a small-scale battle can break out.

"They come, they stay, they contribute resources."

Ken expressed his attitude.

The brand-new Thornton Kaya no longer resists war. There are soldiers trained every day on the school grounds. If the scouts find the enemy's stronghold, they will collect good information and come back to formulate an encirclement and suppression plan.

Villagers gathering berries no longer have to worry about it.

The area explored by the hunting team has also become wider, wild beasts and monsters have become active, and fresh pieces of meat will be added to the meat drying racks in the village every day.

Refugees passing by may smell the smell of food in the wind, as well as the scorched aroma of burning winter pine.

[Addition of residents: 1 person/day]

The sentinels arranged by Ken can receive refugees who come to seek refuge every day.

【Reputation: 790】

His voyage from Kege to Dewar made a name for himself.

After Thornton Kaya develops completely, the reputation will play a role, and more people will follow the business path and rumors to find it.

Population means labor force, means the cornerstone of prosperity.

The war season in the northern border has arrived, and this year is only slightly peaceful because of the truce in [Red Maple Heights].

Clash of Clans isn't going away.

The pace of the bandits and the lacquered apostle will not stop either.

"We have no time to waste."

Ken was on his way to [Ice Eye]. While he was talking, his boots crushed a piece of ice.

"Thornton Kaya needs something from each of you."

The fisherman nodded against the cold wind.

His beard was speckled with white, and behind him were a dozen or so residents, each pulling a sledge loaded with fresh nets and other miscellaneous things.

"It is an honor to be able to contribute to the village."

said the fisherman.

"I spent almost all of my childhood soaking under the ice. Grass sticks and catfish bubbles are the most familiar things. I am not modest. It should be a month or so before the ice eye is closed. I can let everyone eat it all over the northern border. Most common fish species."

What he said was transmitted to the ears of the people behind along the floating white smoke.

After hearing this, everyone nodded and laughed knowingly. To be precise, what they enjoyed was this energetic atmosphere.

Ken was in a much happier mood.

He glanced at the sky, judging the time and the distance to his destination.

In the cold wind, no one can think at ease.

The team moved forward numbly, and it didn't take long before they saw the outlines of a few icicles.

Those who stay behind are approaching.

They were wearing heavy clothes, holding lanterns and sharp sticks in their hands. They saluted the battle banner first, and then came to Bingyan together.

Ken held on to the iron chain, and the cold touch penetrated 【Pigou's Execution Gloves】.

He felt a faint surge of magic power.

"It seems to be more active than before."

"Uh, what are you referring to? The recent fish is quite fat."

The villagers were a little confused.

Ken waved his hand to remind everyone to pay attention to safety, without explaining too much.

The hole in Bingyan was still as dark as an abyss, exuding a palpitating chill.

It is different from the new wind, it is a kind of cold that directly penetrates the body, from the inside out.

The fisherman steps forward.

He took off his thick coat, revealing his light armor, and then applied the oil boiled by secret techniques on his skin.

Ken took a part of it and wiped it on the back of his hand, and soon felt the heat. Being on the ice surface, he was still faintly hot.

[Fisherman is a long-standing occupation in the north. They are not simple fishermen, but a group of wizards who have mastered the secrets of fish oil. 】

Ken asked curiously, "What do you want to do?"

He saw that the other party was praying, raised his hand and tapped back and forth on the tattoo, the skin under those lines was tight and protruding, like streamlined scales.

"I grew up on a beast sailboat, and every time I go out to sea or fish, someone has to test the waters."

The fisherman looked seriously at the thin ice that had just condensed on the water.

"This hole is different from anything I've ever seen. I can hear its sighs coming from the deep ocean beneath my feet. I'm going to have a look. Cesar will bless me to return safely."

After saying that, he bit two catfish bubbles and jumped out.

Ken was still thinking about whether to stop it, when he saw that the other party accurately avoided the sharp cone and submerged into the dark water.

"God."

The villagers screamed and surrounded them.

With a focused expression, Ken unfolded his gray vision, trying to find his men on the shore.

"Zhan Jing, don't worry, fishermen in the north will not be drowned."

Someone familiar in the team spoke out.

He came from a seaport in the north and knew the power of this profession.

Ken nodded.

He couldn't see anything except the fish swimming in the shallow layer. It seemed that there was an invisible curtain floating in the sea, covering up all outside exploration.

It wasn't long, but it was extremely painful.

"Drink, poof."

A head with braids emerges.

The fisherman didn't touch the net, but pulled out a chisel from his armor and climbed up the ice wall.

"Zhan Jing, I made you worry."

He apologized first, then took out a giant prawn from his tail pocket, threw it back into the hole, and said reverently, "Cesar is above me, trade my soul for my life."

The treasures under the sea are endless, and the more determined a person is, the more he can find the revelation of the gods in the dark ocean currents.

"Here's a present for you."

The fisherman pulled out a rope and lifted up a box under [Bingyan].

It was so soaked in seawater that even the precious black shrub wood was rotten, with a few strange pieces of seaweed clinging to it.

【Exploration · Ice Eye】

[Fischers can enter the ice eye to explore, they will adjust the direction of fishing nets in time, increase production, and sometimes encounter gifts from the ocean. 】

"Occasionally you come across treasure, but most of it is rubbish."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Just come back safely. This kind of activity is still too dangerous. Don't let other people try it casually."

Ken ordered.

He officially handed over the management of Bingyan to the fishermen, and then he and the soldiers pried off the iron hoop...

Everyone was very excited, and there was a feeling of gambling in the Yamaguchi Tavern.

[Waist buckle inlaid with gemstones]

[Damaged animal tooth necklace]

"It's not bad, traders will spend a lot of money to buy it. There are many treasures in the northern border that will be sold to the southern border countries through the sea. If the ship is destroyed in danger, the things will sink to the bottom of the sea and be given to us by Cesar. .”

(End of this chapter)