Knight of the Light

It was late, and Cold Wind City was still busy.

Among Zhou Qingfeng's many abilities, 'link network' is one of the skills that is rarely used. It comes from the pituitary gland of the acidophilic queen, enchanted by the night goddess Shaer.

This skill allows him to link his subordinates, servants, or low-level intelligence within a hundred meters. But he usually has a master-servant contract with his maid. Contacted with other subordinates, the one hundred meters was too close.

After rising to the fifth level, the quality of the soul has increased by one step, and the effective range of the 'Link Network' has skyrocketed to 500 meters. This distance makes some sense.

Zhou Qingfeng stayed at the Arcane Research Association, and was able to contact many of his subordinates who were busy in the city. If his position is adjusted a bit, it will be like a communication base station, which can conduct command communication within 500 meters.

The distance of 500 meters is already very large, almost 0.75 square kilometers.

Most of the long-legged family's properties to be sold in the city are also within this distance. Rubio and others are scattered everywhere, and a lot of information that needs to be communicated can be quickly transmitted.

Inventory, acceptance, capacity deployment, storage and storage, the situation in more than a dozen different locations was reasonably arranged. Zhou Qingfeng can also command Adrian to let the transport team's personnel and carriages go where they should go.

In the era when communications are basically relying on roar, this greatly improves management efficiency. The disadvantage is that Zhou Qingfeng's mind is very chaotic from time to time. Many people concurrently request communication on the same channel. It is better that he actively polls in time.

To be honest, this ability is super easy to use but very tiring, he really wants to throw it to the book charm Sophia.

Due to civil unrest, the Cold Wind City Inspection Office was unable to perform its functions, and the city gates were not closed at night. The goods sold by the long-legged family were immediately taken out of the city after being counted, and a transport team consisting of hundreds of carriages continued to work.

It was also late at night, but the long-legged city main mansion was flustered. The slaves were removing valuable property that had been sealed for decades from the cellar and putting them in carriages to transport them away.

Some wooden boxes have been decaying for a long time, and they were disintegrated and dropped during the move, and the gold and silver scattered all over the place. Phils had long legs standing outside the cellar, and a silver candlestick rolled under his feet.

The maid carrying the wooden box packed up in a hurry. When she saw Phils stopped a few steps away, she timidly pointed at the candlestick on the ground.

Phils' eyes weren't moving, only the left and right followers were commanded, "Throw this idiot and sell it, our family doesn't need this useless waste."

The following servants rushed forward like a wolf, holding the maid's hands and feet and dragging it away. The poor woman was scared to tears. Other servants did not dare to speak, only to bury their hair and work hard.

The ground silver candlestick flew up and landed in Phils's hand. His cold eyes rolled a few times to roughly identify the manufacturing process and style of the candlestick.

This thing is also considered an antiquity, bearing the mark of the Netherel Empire thousands of years ago. I do not know that the generation of long-legged family members collected it, and has existed in the cellar for decades. Now that it has been turned out, the long-legged family is facing a catastrophe.

Phils threw the valuable candlestick and turned away from the cellar. The precious silverware clanged behind him, rolling everywhere. The servants held their breath until the 'ice cube' left.

Outside the cellar, go up the spiral staircase.

The servants are also selling the furniture displayed in the house, and they are carrying it with strength. Phils saw that his grandfather's beloved deck chair was missing a foot while carrying, and a pile of inexplicable debris was resting on it, waiting for it to be sold.

The unknown fire was burning in Phils' heart, and he snorted coldly as he passed the corridor. The few servants who felt close to each other only felt a severe pain in their heads, and fell to the ground with a buzz, covering their bodies with thin ice.

At the end of the corridor is the bedroom of ‘Old Long Legs’. The dying Columfel. Long legs lay on the luxury bed, dying. This old man has come to the end of his life, and his soul is about to go to the goddess of frost **** ‘Furious Heart’.

There are several important members of the family guarded by the big bed, and the old banker of the prophecy department displays ‘mystery eyes’. Floating invisible eyes tour the cold wind city, and the perspective image is projected over the bedroom.

The bedroom was dull and cold.

On the projection of the "Mysterious Eye", the cold windy city at night was very lively.

Just outside the main city house, a team of carriages has just arrived. The torch in front of him had a torch illuminated with 'Immortal Flames', and the driver of the car passed through the close monitoring of both sides of the confrontation, carrying hundreds of laborers to carry the furniture items sold by the long-legged family.

The recliner of Grandfather Phils was being carried.

"What's so nice about this?" Phils said angrily.

Old Bank had more than one secret trick, and there were a few more projections in the cold bedroom. He pointed to a few of them. "These teams are all Victor Hugo. They are like a nest of ants and they cooperate very well."

'Mysterious Eyes' is an important means for long-legged families to monitor 'rebellion' in the city. More than once, Phils attempted to find his opponent's weak points to counterattack. However, the fewer and fewer ties in his hands, the less he got stuck in the end.

The "mysterious eye" that is constantly displayed has become an important means of preventing "rebellious" raids.

"Look." Bank pointed at another ‘secret eye’ projection. “That ’s when we just sold a pottery store, and the stock in the store was moved out. Victor Hugo ’s horse team is here soon.”

"So what?" Phils didn't agree.

"Look again." Banker pointed to the two projections. "The convoy outside the pottery store blocked Kingfisher Street. Another convoy outside the city was coming and also passing Kingfisher Street. Attention, you pay attention."

There are no traffic posts on the streets of Hanfeng City, and there is no traffic police command. Even the street itself is not spacious enough and there are no two-way lanes. Different convoys are stuck in the street, and chaos caused by poor traffic occurs every day.

A carriage is no better than a car. Once straight streets are blocked, trying to clear them is a big problem.

Phils had foreseen the two convoys to be blocked on Kingfisher Street. However, the team that just entered the city turned flexibly as they passed one intersection, passing through another.

"Look, look." Banker reminded aloud.

Phils was already surprised. "Someone is directing?"

"Yeah." Banker confirmed with a deep voice. "This has happened several times. There are people at every traffic intersection in the city, but how do these people know the condition of another intersection, and how do they know that a convoy is passing? "

"Communication?" Phils replied.

"Impossible," Banker categorically denied. "Communication can only talk within sight, and it has a limited duration. Victor Hugo's men are also ordinary people, not wizards."

At the gate of the city's main mansion, the debris that had just been removed was carried onto a carriage, including the lame rocking chair of Grandpa Phils, which was also sold. The convoy started towards the north gate. At the same time, the convoy in front of the pottery store was loaded and set off.

The two convoys headed to the same gate from different roads, and the floating 'secret eye' tracked them immediately.

Under Phils's gaze, the pottery-loaded convoy suddenly accelerated and passed the city gate. The debris-laden team deliberately slowed down to avoid collision between the two teams.

Complex logistics are like human blood vessels, and efficient operation can bring coordination and fun. Phils whispered in surprise: "How did it happen? How did two foolish civilian-controlled teams not collide?"

The unobstructed roads bring extremely high transportation efficiency. Zhou Qingfeng's men are quickly moving away the supplies of the long-legged family, and time savings alone can bring great benefits.

The old long legs lying on the big bed raised their hands and screamed hoarsely. He beckoned to his eldest son, laborious and vague ...

"Phils, you have to be careful. My lord just lowered the shrine to me, and the **** is standing behind the enemy. He is far stronger than you think. He is really strong and strong."

The old long leg grabbed the eldest son's clothing corner and exhausted all his strength.

"Child, you can't fail next, you must not fail. Once you fail, you will lose more than just yourself, and the whole family will be buried for this. The anger of our Lord is not mortal.

God? !!

Phils was shocked and asked a few more questions. But the old long-legged arm fell violently, as if this sentence had exhausted all his vitality and passed away.