The food provided by the cultivated land needs to wait.

Santon Kaya's current food source mainly relies on the fish provided by [Ice Eye], as well as the team going out to collect and hunt.

【Sandun Kaya Tribe (occupied)】

[Prosperity level: D]

【Number of residents: 254】

[Number of troops: 93]

The tribe now has soldiers. If it encounters [bandits] or [plunderers] again, a small-scale battle can break out.

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

Ken expressed his attitude.

The brand new Santon Kaya no longer resists war. There are soldiers training every day on the school grounds. If the reconnaissance scouts find an enemy stronghold, they will collect intelligence and come back to formulate an encirclement and suppression plan.

Villagers collecting berries no longer have to worry.

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

Refugees passing by may smell the smell of food carried by the wind, as well as the burning incense of burning winter pine. Even if it is not present, it can evoke the yearning for a better life.

[Increase of residents: 1 person/day]

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

【Reputation:790】

His long journey from Kee to Dua was considered to have made a name for himself.

After Santon Kaya is fully developed, reputation will come into play, and more people will follow business routes and rumors to find it.

Population means labor force and the cornerstone of prosperity.

The war season in the north has arrived, and this year it seems a little more peaceful just because of the truce in the [Red Maple Highlands].

Clash of Clans is not going away.

The pace of bandits and paint ice apostles will not stop either.

"We don't have time to waste."

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

"Santon Kaya needs dedication from each of you."

The fishermen nodded against the cold wind.

His beard was dotted with white spots, and behind him were a dozen residents, each dragging a sled with newly woven fishing nets and other sundries on it.

"It's a great honor to be able to contribute to the village."

said the fisherman.

"I spent almost all of my childhood soaking under the ice. Grass poles and catalpa fish bubbles are the most familiar things. I can't say modestly that there are still a few months until the eye of the ice closes. I can make everyone eat all over the north.

The most common fish species.”

What he said reached the ears of everyone behind him along with the floating white smoke.

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

Ken felt much happier.

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

In the cold wind, no one can think peacefully.

The team moved forward numbly, and soon they saw the outlines of several icicles.

The people left behind are approaching.

They were wearing heavy clothes and holding lanterns and pointed sticks in their hands. They all saluted Zhan Jing before coming together to Bingyan.

Ken held on to the iron rope, 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."

"Um, what do you mean? The fish lately are quite plump."

The villagers were a little confused.

Ken waved his hand and reminded everyone to pay attention to safety without explaining too much.

The hole in the ice eye is still as dark as an abyss, with a heart-stopping chill.

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

The fishermen came forward.

He took off his thick coat, revealing his light armor, and then applied the oil boiled in a secret technique to his skin.

Ken took some of it and wiped it on the back of his hand. He soon felt the heat. Being on the ice, it was still faintly hot.

[Fishermen are a profession that has been inherited for a long time in the North. They are not just fishermen, but a group of wizards who have mastered the secret of fish oil. 】

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

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

"I grew up on a sailboat. Every time I went out to sea or fished, someone had to test the water."

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

"This hole is different from anything I have ever seen. I can hear its sigh coming from the deep ocean beneath my feet. I want to go and have a look. Cesar will bless me for my safe return."

After saying this, he bit into two catalpa bubbles and jumped out.

Ken was still thinking about whether to stop him when he saw the opponent avoid the sharp cone accurately and submerged into the dark water.

"Oh my god."

The villagers screamed and surrounded him.

Ken looked focused and expanded his gray vision, trying to find traces of his men on the shore.

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

Someone familiar in the team spoke up.

He comes from a seaport in the north and knows the power of this profession.

Ken nodded.

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

It didn't last long, but it was extremely painful.

"Drink, pfft."

A head with braided hair emerged.

The fisherman did not touch the net, but took out a sharp chisel from his armor and climbed up along the ice wall.

"Zhan Jing, I'm worrying you."

He first apologized, then took out a huge giant shrimp from his tail pocket, threw it back into the hole, and said piously: "Sesa, please give me your soul in exchange for my life."

There are endless treasures at the bottom of the sea. The more firmly a person believes, the more he can find the revelation of the gods in the dark ocean currents.

"Let me show you the gift."

The fisherman pulled out a rope and lifted up a box under the [Ice Eye].

It was soaked by the sea water, and even the precious black beard wood was decayed, with a few strange pieces of seaweed clinging to it.

【Exploration·Ice Eye】

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

"Occasionally I come across treasures, but most of them are trash."

He shrugged.

"It's good to get back safely. This kind of activity is still too dangerous. Don't let others try it casually."

Ken instructed.

He officially handed over the management of Ice Eye to the fishermen, and then pried open the iron hoops with the soldiers...

Everyone was very excited and felt like they were gambling in a Yamaguchi tavern.

[Gem-encrusted waist buckle]

[Damaged animal tooth necklace]

"It's not bad. The merchants will pay a lot of money to buy it. There are many treasures in the north and they will be sold to the countries in the south through the sea. If the ship is destroyed in danger, the things will sink to the bottom of the sea. Cesar will give them to us.
Chapter completed!