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"Spell?"

He stared at the old man standing across from him, and a glint flashed past his eyes instead. "This is a magical spell system that is completely different from a Dream Master, interesting!"

"Kill him!"

The other soldiers howled and leaped forward.

Fang Yuan pushed off with his feet, and his entire body instantly retreated before suddenly switching to a forward charge. His movement was weird and contained an indescribable contradictory feeling.

Poof!

A little blood splattered, and another soldier holding a heavy sword covered his throat and collapsed.

"Did you think that I’d only hide in the darkness to launch a sneak attack?"

He laughed coldly, and with a flick of his steel sword, he instantly killed two people.

"It feels as if you’re around the standard of the average soldier. Even though you’re already declared as an elite within the army, it’s still not enough against me!"

Fang Yuan rubbed the bloodstained long sword and suddenly moved his head to one side to avoid an arrow flying in from a crafty angle.

"You really are a Descender!" the old sorcerer shouted loudly.

"Descender? I don’t know what you mean. I only know that you controlled the demon beast and attacked the village, and you even wanted to kill me! A future knight! An actual member of royalty!"

Who knows, there might be some lighting techniques in this realm that are able to record or recall partial images. Fang Yuan definitely wouldn’t leave behind any evidence and instead, he reproached them with a sense of justice.

"You..."

The old sorcerer heard this sentence and instantly nearly vomited a mouthful of old blood.

An average hunter that can possess such skills? And he can confidently proclaim himself to be a member of royalty? This is totally just trying to pile up the blame on them and tarnish their reputation!

Swoosh!

While he was talking, Fang Yuan kicked out with his foot, and a rock flew through the air and directly hit the crossbowman’s forehead.

With Fang Yuan’s current physique, the rock that flew out was similar to an arrow, causing a large hole to instantly split open the unlucky lad’s brain as he weakly collapsed.

"This type of combat power, a high-level warrior?"

The old sorcerer’s eyelids rapidly twitched. He suddenly bit his teeth, and he took out a scroll from his arms and moved his palms, about to trigger massive destruction.

"Break!"

Once the scroll appeared, Fang Yuan instantly felt that the surrounding elements were beginning to tremble. Immediately, without any further thought, he jumped forward and the long sword in his hands flew out.

"Ah!"

Accompanying the howls of the old sorcerer, his entire arm was amputated, and it dropped onto the ground.

Fang Yuan had instead made use of this opportunity and dealt with the resistance of the remaining people. He slowly came to the front of the old man’s head and stepped on it with his foot, causing the sorcerer to become a huge prawn that was curling up. The movement of the sorcerer’s tendon and hamstring didn’t stop, and he instantly letdown his only remaining hand and both leg joints.

Amidst the pain of his amputated arm, alongside the pain in his hamstring, the old sorcerer’s head was filled with cold sweat.

In reality, to be able to endure it until now without fainting, he had already surpassed Fang Yuan’s expectations.

"Impossible..."

And at this moment, within the old man’s eyes, Fang Yuan easily detected a feeling of shock and incredulity.

"Just a simple investigation assignment, how could our small team be completely annihilated? There are a few Extraordinaries among us..."

The shock reverberated in the old man’s heart while he looked at the expressionless Fang Yuan, and his entire body suddenly quivered. "No! You cannot kill me!"

"This is self-defense for me, right? Regardless of which territory’s laws we follow, it’s sensible and logical." Fang Yuan spoke slowly, "I will act as a bandit and pass your corpses to the local feudal lord—you cannot relinquish the blame from attacking the village and carrying out a massacre, so, think of what will happen to you. Your head will be chopped off by the infuriated feudal lord and hung on the city walls, while even your family would be arrested!"

"No..."

As if he had thought of some horrifying outcome, the old sorcerer’s cheeks were contorted. "You cannot do this... I’m from the secret agency!"

"Secret agency, can you tell me about it?"

Fang Yuan let out a smile.

No matter how resolute a person was, once the bottom line was exceeded, then it was easy to commit the same mistake again.

Needless to say, the higher the position, the greater their fear of death is!

The people who were loyal and had high morals were usually average or low-class citizens, while those who are intelligent are usually the ones who act unethically and are unloyal. This is the current situation.

Indeed, after exceeding the bottom line, the old sorcerer didn’t dare to give the cold shoulder, and he instantly revealed everything he knew.

Of course, in this process, Fang Yuan was extremely careful, and his magical abilities had slightly detected a small abnormality in the elements and instantly opened up a bloody hole on his body, immediately causing all of the sneaky actions from the old sorcerer to become ineffective.

...

"Secret agency? Is it an organization that specializes in monitoring Descenders from other realms and gather information about the plane?"

Fang Yuan stroked his chin. "Their highest aspiration is to allow the Monger World to govern everything while the human race dominates the entire realm... race activists!"

The old sorcerer’s entire body quivered.

At this moment, he can completely confirm that this person in front of him is the rumored "Descender." Furthermore, he’s scarier than what was recorded in the organization’s records, and there’s simply no way to transmit this information outside.

"You are afraid... afraid of me killing you?"

Fang Yuan smiled. "Smart fellow... However, you still have some use to me!"

Whilst he was speaking, he used one palm to cover the sorcerer’s skull.

"No... You cannot kill me. I’m from the secret agency, and if you kill me, you will become enemies with our entire organization. You don’t know how powerful our organization is, and it also maintains relations with many churches..."

The sorcerer started tearing up.

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

Fang Yuan released his spiritual will and entered the old sorcerer’s sea of consciousness.

Instantly, a completely new magical skill system was revealed in front of him.

"In this realm’s practitioner system, firstly, we need to use the spiritual energy within our sea of consciousness to create a magical power template, then obtain power from the elemental plane... Furthermore, due to consumption and incompatibility, we will mostly require ingredients to cast spells, and we may even have the trait of forgetting how to cast spells. After using the magical skill, we will have to recollect the template, and it’s really troublesome no matter how you think of it..."

After a moment, he slowly withdrew his palm.

As for that old sorcerer, he rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the floor, his breath slowly being cut off.

In order to obtain the most complete memories and information regarding magical techniques, Fang Yuan didn’t hold back. It was possible that his soul has already suffered irreversible damage.

"Of course... Even if this is the case, I cannot exterminate his soul, as this is within the power boundary of the leader of the netherworld—Hess... a normal person cannot commit this offense!"

Even though he had currently already killed numerous people, with their bodies lying around everywhere, some of the rules between the Gods cannot be easily violated.

Otherwise, an entire reaper church would come over to kill him, and Fang Yuan has little confidence in being able to resist them.

"Your Excellency!"

At this moment, Gohn brought the militia from the village and finally rushed to the scene.

"They... are the killers who incited the giant wolf to attack the village this time..."

Fang Yuan clapped his palms. "Clean up the battlefield and then pass me the war trophies. Also, report to the local feudal lord!"

"Yes, Master!"

Looking at Fang Yuan’s present state and the ground full of corpses, Gohn instantly increased his reverence towards him and spoke carefully.

"These people will be quickly declared as bandits, right?"

Fang Yuan shook his hand and let Gohn transport the corpses while he instead opted to silently look on at this scene. "This is the tragedy of working in the darkness. Even though they’re dead, they’re unable to amend the situation, and it may even implicate their families....."

...

The incident in this small village had ultimately delayed Fang Yuan’s journey.

Yet, even so, after three days, he arrived at the Shawshank Center and was inside the manor of Knight Jorah.

The season was currently autumn, and there were many farmers at both sides of the fields, busily farming and planting vegetables that were similar to wheat and rye.

The main staple food in the Monger World was also grains, and Fang Yuan directly named them as wheat, barley, rye, and oats, as per his own habits.

The wheat and rye’s growth process was very slow. They needed to be planted in the autumn and could only be harvested in the following year’s summer, and they were also easily destroyed by natural disasters. However, their flavor and nutritional value were the best and their quality was decent. When it was made into white bread, they became food for the upper class.

However, barley and oats could be planted in the spring season, and they could be harvested after three months. Their nutritional value was very poor, and their yield was also low, so they were usually used as animal feed or as food for the serfs.

"This should be that Knight Jorah’s fief..."

Fang Yuan gazed far into the distance and saw a large windmill within the fields, turning slowly with the gentle breeze’s draft, and there were small mills beneath it.

According to the labels on the inheritance documents, this piece of land that was spanned more than five thousand mou—besides the mills, cottages, animals, and the farming serfs on top of it—was that knight’s inheritance that Fang Yuan was about to inherit.

"It seems like this Knight Jorah’s financial status was considered quite decent among the knights..."

He carefully identified and roughly estimated the territory’s production.

The current farming system was considered to be more advanced and was similar to the previous world’s century that utilized the "Three Field system," which was to split the land into three portions. Every year, one portion would fallow while the other two are farmed. Oats and barley are planted in one portion, while maize and rye are planted in the other.

In spite of that, the production wasn’t significant and was about a hundred jin per mou of land in one year.

Here, the "mou" and "jin" were natural concepts in Fang Yuan’s head, and the calculation methods of the locals might have some differences.

However, according to Fang Yuan’s assessment, there were nearly no vegetables or meat varieties at the moment, and a grown man would likely need around one jin of food every day.

In other words, an average person will need four to five mou of land in order to be able to be fed properly.

The population of the entire Shawshank Center shouldn’t exceed a thousand, and the population of elderly and children must also be included.

To discuss it in proper terms, this was the level of a village head of a small village. Of course, the prerequisite was that this small village was fully in his possession.

"Of course... Seeing the lowest strata of this realm, a knight is already a very terrifying big shot. After all, with the inheritance of fiefs, there would also be the title of a knight, which is an actual big shot!

"Perhaps this inheritance will be a little troublesome!"

Fang Yuan looked at this piece of land and instead laughed without concern.