Chapter 91 Fish Hunter
The food provided by the cultivated land needs to wait.
The current food source of Sandon Kaya mainly depends on the fish provided by [Ice Eye], and there are teams going out to collect and hunt.
[Santon Kaya Tribe (occupied)]
[Prosperity: D]
[Number of residents: 254]
[Number of troops: 93]
The tribe now has soldiers. If they encounter [bandits] or [plunderers] again, a small-scale battle can break out.
"They come, they stay, and they contribute resources."
Ken expressed his attitude.
The new Sandon Kaya no longer resists war. There are soldiers training on the parade ground every day. If the scouts find the enemy's stronghold, they will collect intelligence and come back to formulate a siege plan.
Villagers who collect berries no longer have to worry.
The area explored by the hunting team has also become wider, beasts and monsters have become active, and fresh meat will be added to the village's meat drying rack every day.
The refugees passing by may smell the smell of food in the wind, as well as the burnt aroma of winter pine, which is vague but can evoke the yearning for a better life.
[Increase in residents: 1 person/day]
The sentinels arranged by Ken can receive refugees who come to seek refuge every day.
[Reputation: 790]
His journey from Ke to Duwa has made him famous.
After Sandon Kaya is fully developed, the reputation will come into play, and more people will come along the trade route and rumors.
Population means labor force, which means the cornerstone of prosperity.
The war season in the north has arrived. This year, it is only slightly more peaceful because of the truce in [Red Maple Highlands].
The conflict between tribes will not disappear.
The pace of bandits and lacquered ice apostles will not stop.
"We don't have time to waste."
Ken was on his way to [Ice Eye]. As he spoke, his combat boots crushed a piece of ice.
"Sandun Kaya needs the contribution of each of you."
The fisherman nodded in the cold wind.
His beard was dotted with white spots. There were more than a dozen residents behind him, each dragging a sled with a newly woven fishing net and other sundries.
"It is an honor to contribute to the village."
The fisherman said.
"My childhood was almost all under the ice. Grass stalks and catalpa fish bubbles are the most familiar things. To be frank, it should be a month before the ice eye closes. I can let everyone eat the most common fish species in the north."
What he said was transmitted to the ears of the people behind him along with the drifting white smoke.
After hearing it, everyone nodded and laughed knowingly. To be precise, they enjoyed this energetic atmosphere.
Ken was in a much better mood.
He glanced at the sky, judging the time and the distance to the destination.
In the cold wind, no one could think at ease.
The team moved forward numbly, and soon saw the outlines of several icicles.
The people who stayed behind were approaching.
They were wearing heavy clothes, holding lanterns and pointed sticks in their hands. They saluted the war flag first, and then came to the ice eye together.
Ken held the iron chain, and the cold touch penetrated [Pigou's execution gloves].
He felt a faint surge of magic.
"It seems to be more active than before."
"Uh, what do you mean? The fish are quite plump recently."
The villagers were a little confused.
Ken waved his hand, reminding everyone to pay attention to safety, without much explanation.
The hole of the ice eye was still as dark as the abyss, revealing a heart-pounding chill.
It was different from the north wind, a kind of cold that directly penetrated the body, from the inside out.
The fisherman came forward.
He took off his thick coat, revealing a light armor, and then smeared the oil boiled by the secret technique on his skin.
Ken took a portion of it and rubbed it on the back of his hand. He soon felt the heat. Standing on the ice, he felt a little hot.
[Fishermen are a long-standing profession in the North. They are not just fishermen, but a group of sorcerers who have mastered the secret art of fish oil. ]
Ken asked curiously, "What do you want to do?"
He saw the other party praying, raising his hand and tapping back and forth on the tattoo. The skin under the lines was tight and protruding, like streamlined scales.
"I grew up on a beast sailboat. Every time before going out to sea or fishing, someone has to test the water."
The fisherman looked serious at the thin ice that had just condensed on the water.
"This hole is different from anything I've ever seen. I can hear its sigh coming from the deep ocean under my feet. I want to go and see it. Cesar will bless me to return safely."
After that, he bit two catalpa bubbles and jumped out.
Ken was still thinking whether to stop him when he saw the other party accurately avoid the spikes and sink into the dark water.
"Oh my God."
The villagers exclaimed and surrounded him.
Ken focused his expression and expanded his gray vision, trying to find traces of his men on the shore.
"Zhan Jing, don't worry, the fishermen in the North will not be drowned."
A familiar person in the team spoke.
He came from a seaport in the north and knew the power of this profession.
Ken nodded.
He could not see anything except the fish swimming in the shallows. It seemed that there was an invisible curtain floating in the sea, covering all external detection.
It didn't take long, but it was particularly tormenting.
"Hah, puff."
A head with braids floated up.
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 sorry for worrying you."
He apologized first, then took out a fierce giant shrimp from his tail bag, threw it back into the hole, and said devoutly: "Sesar, exchange my life for your spirit."
The treasures on the seabed are endless. The more people with firm faith, the more they can find the revelation of God in the dark ocean current.
"Let me show you the gift."
The fisherman pulled out a rope and lifted up a box under the [Ice Eye].
It was soaked in sea water, and even the precious black wood had rotted, with a few strange seaweeds attached to it.
[Exploration Ice Eye]
[Fishermen can enter the ice eye to explore. They will adjust the direction of the fishing net in time to increase production, and sometimes they will encounter gifts from the ocean. ]
"Occasionally you will encounter treasures, but most of them are garbage."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Just come back safely. This activity is still too dangerous. Don't let others try it casually."
Ken instructed.
He officially handed over the management of the Ice Eye to the fisherman, and then he and the soldiers pried open the iron hoop...
Everyone was very excited, and it felt like gambling in a mountain pass tavern.
[Gem-encrusted waist buckle]
[Damaged animal tooth necklace]
"Not bad, the merchants will spend a lot of money to buy it. There are many treasures in the North that will be sold to the southern border countries through the sea. If the ship is destroyed in danger, the things will sink to the bottom of the sea and be given to us by Cesar."