After a pleasant morning in Keene City, after lunch, Xiongxiong set off for the Viscount of Samat.

He did not intend to meet with Keane, nor did he go to see the believers' thoughts. In his current capacity, doing these things is a bit embarrassing. "Void Mask Oscar" is not suitable for intervening in such small things, and "The Holy Spirit Crick Keane" is suitable for appearance, but it is harmful.

Over the years, his help for Keane’s leadership has remained at a “friendly” level. Apart from secretly helping Anna, Stephen and Romon to prepare some life-saving cards, there is nothing on the surface that is compelling. . In the case of Crick Keane, who is a void mask, the relationship between the Holy Spirit is actually somewhat unfamiliar.

But this is no way. In many cases, the coldness of the surface is not a bad thing. On the contrary, being too close will cause trouble.

If Crick is too concerned about his loved ones and friends, although he can provide a lot of convenience in small things, it will let those really powerful enemies pay attention to them and even target them. In that case, their risk can be great.

Compared with the risks, the convenience of the districts is not worth mentioning. For this advantage, it is unwise for them to take huge risks.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Yan Xiong finally decided to keep a certain distance from them, and even make a strange appearance on the surface to dispel the thought that some people should not have.

If he can really hurt the feelings of Crick, his enemies will naturally not be afraid to attack the Keen collar. But since Crick himself is not very concerned about it, it is not appropriate to show this thing.

To put it bluntly, this is also a game.

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

From Keene, the capital of Keene’s capital, to the Samat Manor, the capital of Samat’s capital, it takes two days to ride a horse. If it’s a special horse with amazing bloodworthy endurance, it’s going to run wildly for a long time. Arrived. As for walking, it takes four to five days.

This distance is the minimum of the Baron-level territory. If it is less than this limit, not only will the property be scarce, but more importantly, the safety of each other cannot be guaranteed.

In this world of technology, unless you use magic communication props at no cost, it is almost the level of "communication is basically relying on", even the pigeons do not have books. Therefore, once a war occurs and there is not enough distance between each other's territory, the army will arrive at an eve, and the attacked party will not even be able to summon the army.

Of course, those who break the rules will be punished, but what does it have to do with the dead?

Therefore, there must be a certain distance between the territories of the two nobles. This is an unshakable rule.

The special horses have to rush for a long time, and for the males, it is just like a leisurely walk. After lunch, after about ten minutes, he came to the Samat Manor.

He did not use flying or transmitting on the road, and he walked completely step by step. But unlike ordinary walking, every time he takes a step, there is at least a distance of dozens or even hundreds of steps from the average person. The figure is not flashing at all, and it is steady and fluttering. Even those pedestrians who were on the same road did not notice any problems at all.

As for whether they will suddenly wake up at some point in the future, and then they will understand by recognizing the way that Xiongxiong walked at the time, and then learn the magical spell called "Shrinking", it depends on their own luck. .

Unlike Keene City, the Samat Estate is relatively simple and rude. It was originally a knight's manor. After Visa chose to be the capital of the land, he used the power of magic to raise the core of the old manor as a core, for the inner city to be used by the lords and bureaucrats, and then placed around. Folk houses and various buildings form an outer city. Outside the outer city, there is a thick wooden fence with a refusal structure. The outside of the fence is a circle of sulcus with considerable width and depth. In order to avoid breeding mosquitoes, there is slaked lime in the ditch, but there is no irrigation, but there is a special drain.

In general, the manor looks rude, but in fact, regardless of the floor space, planning layout or defensive capabilities, it is actually quite good, in addition to not very good-looking, there are no other shortcomings.

There are two roads into the manor, all of which are suspension bridges. Fully armed soldiers guarding the sides of the suspension bridge, watching their burly figure and fierce look, know that it is definitely not comparable to ordinary militia. In particular, the cold light that flashed from time to time in their eyes made many civilians feel chilly, not to mention trouble, even few who dared to play haha.

The black-eyed black-eyed look is a bit special, but it is not glaring. He claimed to be a traveller, paid the door tax, and walked across the suspension bridge under the watchful eyes of the soldiers. There was no such thing as nervousness.

"This kid seems to be a bit problematic." A soldier whispered, "He is too calm!"

"There is no ghost in my heart, of course, calm." The veteran next to him did not agree.

"But...he is dressed and looks like a traveler!"

"Because it is not like it, there is no problem." The veteran said with a smile, "If you are a spy, will you dress like him, and then claim to be a traveller?"

"Of course not! It is almost equivalent to saying ‘I am suspicious’ on my face.”

"That's right, don't treat others as fools." The veteran smiled and patted the shoulders of the recruits around him. "Dare to do this, either a fool or a strong man. How does this guy look?" Unlike a fool, that is of course the latter."

“Is it a very powerful person? Do you need to report it?”

"...Do you think our captain can't see it?"

"That is also..."

The captain they spoke of was one of the important cadres of Thun Samat, Lande Tu.

This last name is very strange, regardless of pronunciation or meaning. Because its owner is not an ordinary person, but an indigenous from the Everglades, a half-dragon.

The Half Dragon is a cold-blooded creature with a human-like torso and a head with a dragon's horn, big mouth and sharp teeth. Their bodies are covered with thick scales that provide protection comparable to medium or even heavy armor. They have an amazingly strong body, although not tall, but in terms of strength, it is enough to compete with the general Warcraft. But relatively speaking, their movements are not very flexible, especially when the weather is cold, they will appear a little lazy, sleepy, and if they are colder, they will even hibernate.

In view of this, the semi-dragon people like to be active in the south, the better the south. The Samat Estate is already south enough, so the Captain Lander, though not seemingly very spiritual, has at least no hibernation.

He stood in the middle of the lookout tower, staring through the window and staring at the majestic man walking on the street, his eyes vigilant and gloomy.

"This person is not good to deal with." His deputy, a Ranger who is close to high-level, said.

Langde nodded and said in some slang words: "Let the soldiers pay more attention to him, but don't bother him. As long as he doesn't mess, we don't see anything."

This is a very popular practice, and most of the soldiers in the territory will choose this way when faced with those who can't afford it.

When he heard Langde’s order, the deputy was shocked and asked in surprise: “Is he so strong?”

"I only worry about underestimating him," Langde said. "Although I can't find any evidence, I just think he is strong, super strong, and hard to imagine... In short, let's be careful, there won't be What is wrong."

Rand's career is very strange. He is not a warrior or a ranger, but a shaman - a caster from a wild world, a special priest who is immersed in soul and spiritual power.

Shaman is one of the cores of the wild society. They have a variety of positions such as mages, pastors, physicians, priests, etc., and can communicate with the ancestral spirits, gods and natural elves. As a shaman who is already close to the high-end peak, Lande is almost perfect in terms of ability, except that his face is a bit black and his luck is a bit bad.

So just for a moment, he vaguely felt the unfathomable power hidden under the appearance of the mortal.

I have to say that although he is often unlucky, he is still very lucky on the key issues.