Time passed day by day.
In the blink of an eye, Søren had been here for five days. The camp was completely different from when he first arrived. Outside the camp, there was a five meter tall fence. Every hundred meters, there was a simple arrow tower. It was the kind of tower that could be reached by climbing up a ladder. There were four gates in the camp. The east was where Søren lived, the west was where the other pirates lived, the south was where a large amount of materials were stored, and the north was where a large number of slaves were locked up.
The layout of the camp was square. There were specially dug drainage channels on both sides of the road. There were even toilets built on all four sides.
This was something that the other pirates couldn't understand!
This was because this era was dirty and messy. Even in the developed cities along the coast, there were very few toilets. Many people would just go to the alleys to relieve themselves. However, this was very important to Søren. Even though he used to live in the slums, when he had the ability to directly plan, the first order he gave was to build toilets. From today onwards, no one was allowed to relieve themselves in the camp. If they wanted to relieve themselves, they had to go to the toilets. If anyone dared to relieve themselves in the camp, they would be caught and their tools would be chopped off!
Sanitation was the most important thing.
This was because the environment of the outer islands was very easy to breed mosquitoes. If the disease spread, it was definitely not something that Søren wanted to see. Moreover, no one would like to accidentally step on other people's urine in their own territory. Even though Søren wasn't a clean freak, this was still a very important point.
At this moment, looking down from the sky.
The camp was an irregular square. It looked a bit like a Greek village. There was a large square in the middle, mainly for the convenience of gathering people. The four sides were divided by two intersecting streets. The ground was flattened. Even though the roads were made of mud, there were ditches dug around the roads. There were also a few wells nearby that could drain the dirty water. There were many houses in the camp that were being built, but most of them weren't completed yet. The only thing that was completed was the warehouse.
This was mainly because they were afraid of the rain!
The warehouse had to be completed as soon as possible. This was even more important than Søren's house, because many of the materials could not be exposed to the rain.
The food reserves were enough to last them for more than three months, but it was better to store the food in the warehouse. Things like smoked meat were fine, but other things would quickly become moldy if they were exposed to moisture.
In the place where the slaves worked, there were two crosses.
The corpses on top were almost turned into white bones. The whole process could be said to be very cruel. Many slaves were so scared that they didn't dare to look over here, even until today. The two wooden stakes had to be erected for another two days. During these seven days, they had attracted many vultures and crows. These scavenging birds were openly pecking at the corpses, causing many people to have a headache just by looking at them. The effect of torture was undoubtedly effective. At least during this period of time, the slaves were very honest.
And because Søren told the pirate minions not to whip them too much, and to give them more food, the slaves had to work hard every day, but at least they could still fill their stomachs. And yesterday, due to His Excellency Throat Cutter's impromptu fishing, the shark caught was too much meat to finish. He only took the shark fins and so on, and then the slaves ate fish soup to their heart's content.
This place was actually very good!
Although it was primitive and barren, and there were many dangerous things, such as annoying mosquitoes, the resources here were indeed very rich. Some slaves caught a kind of fat vole when they worked, and the indigenous slaves ate it directly. The other slaves brought it back and ate it by fire. Here, they ate better than in the past. From time to time, they would have some meat and fish, mainly because the nearby sea area had not been developed much, and they could pick up big crabs on the beach.
In some ways, this place really felt like the Great Northwest.
The slaves themselves were people who had nothing, so their requirements were not very high. As long as they could fill their stomachs while working hard, and occasionally have a little meat, many people would be able to restrain their thoughts. After all, Søren had clearly told them that the fate of escaping and being caught was very miserable. Even after death, they would not be easily free. Moreover, there were still some slaves who believed what Vivian said. When the time was right, Søren would give freedom to some of the hard-working people.
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Inside the big tent in the center.
Søren frowned as he scribbled on a piece of white paper. He looked up at the sky and murmured, "They should have returned to Port Tylon by now, right? It will take half a month to go back and forth. I should be able to bring back what I need in January next year, and then I can start the next step of the plan. "
"The end of December! It looks like the New Year is coming, right? "
Søren walked out of the tent and silently calculated in his heart. He found that it was indeed the New Year in a few days.
In this world, there were no strong New Year celebrations, but the tradition of preparing for the New Year was still there. When Søren came, it was the middle of December. Now it was the end of December, and the New Year was coming in a few days. The New Year was actually not that bad. The most important thing in this world was the [Harvest Festival]. This was the grandest celebration of the year. And this celebration was common to most gods. In the south, they sacrificed to the Goddess of Agriculture, in the north, and in the coastal areas, they sacrificed to the Goddess of the Sea.
Even the drows would pray to the Queen of Spiders for a year's harvest during the [Harvest Festival] every year. After all, for any race, filling their stomachs was the most basic and most important thing.
Søren looked outside and walked towards the sea.
He let his pirate leaders drive away two ships, but there were still some warships left outside. The cargo ships of the Chamber of Commerce also went back. Søren's order was a large amount of materials. They would take three months to ship a part of it every half a month. The most important part was the slave resources. If Søren wanted to develop and grow, he could not do without labor. In a short period of time, the pirates would not rebel, but if they were really used as labor, these pirates would complain.
For now.
They knew that the base camp had just been built, and no one could avoid hard work. When the base camp was built, these pirates would not be so diligent.
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On the other side.
Vivian's petite figure squatted next to a mud pit. Her white little hands played with a pile of mud as if she was molding a clay figurine. She used her small hands to mold the mud into various shapes. The little girl squatted beside the mud pit and seemed to have played for a long time. Even her snow-white princess dress was stained with mud. After about ten minutes, she kneaded the mud into what looked like a cube. Then, she raised her small hand and began to cast a spell.
— — "Mud to Stone!"
A faint magic aura emerged, and the mud in front of her gradually turned into stone, but it did not seem to be solid. It looked like the kind that was weathered.
The little girl's expression seemed to be a little annoyed. She kicked the mud away and murmured, "It's so difficult!"
"Why is it so difficult to learn spells above the fifth circle?"
"Obviously, fourth-circle spells are quite easy, but why does the difficulty increase so much after entering the fifth circle? Lillian? Why do you think we can't master this spell? "
There was a short silence.
Then Lillian said a little matter-of-factly, "I don't have to go through so much trouble to learn spells! Those who need to learn spells are not real geniuses! Yes! … That's it! … "
Needless to say.
Vivian also knew that she asked in vain.
The little girl got up and snapped her fingers. Then there was a faint magic aura, and then her body became clean. Vivian clapped her little hands, raised her hand to tidy up her skirt, and then planned to go back to sleep. But at this moment, she heard a noise coming from the bushes in the distance, and then a figure rushed out from inside. It was an ugly man with a tattoo on his face. His ears were full of earrings, and there was a scar on his skull.
This was a pirate.
There were a lot of strange people among Sauron's men. Anyway, there were very few guys who could be considered as good-looking.
He was a sentry sent out to monitor the movements nearby.
Vivian's face did not show the slightest panic. Although she was only a little girl who had just turned nine years old, she was quite calm at this time. The little girl approached little by little, while also paying attention to the nearby movements. She saw a blow dart on the back of the pirate sentinel in front of her. It was a weapon as slender as a needle. Most of it was smeared with a rather potent poison. It either had the effect of sealing one's throat upon contact with blood, or was able to quickly anesthetize a person to death. The little girl approached carefully, and at the same time, she had several spells on her body.
The bushes in the distance moved a little.
However, no one chased out. When Vivian walked over, the pirate was not completely unconscious, but he said in a somewhat intermittent voice, "Miss … Miss! … Native … Native! … "
After saying that, he directly fainted.
It seemed that the blow dart had a nerve anesthetic on it, and not a poison that could kill blood.
This kind of thing was very troublesome.
It had to be a compulsory test of vitality. Maybe Søren had a higher chance of passing it, but the other pirates would have a hard time resisting it.
Vivian stretched out her finger to check his breath. After confirming that he was not dead, she ran toward the camp.
The natives had appeared!
This must be told to brother quickly, because the natives were very xenophobic, and it was very likely that they would attack!
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