Chapter 1: . Moving forward in the desert

　　Kant shook the reins gently, and walked forward on the crotch-hugging horse.
The early morning sun rises in the east of the Nalun Desert, hangs on the top of the endless sand dunes, unleashes its might, disperses the night's coldness, and brings a force in this barren earthy desert Heat wave.
　　 Except for those uncultured jackals, no civilized race is willing to set foot in this barren desert.
　　 includes Kant and his team.
　　 There were 20 cavalry on horsebacks, chain mails in their robes, 30 peasants as entourages, and 6 horse-drawn carriages, which followed Kant behind the desert.
　　 "Call."
　　 sighed heavily, Kant frowned at the seemingly endless sand dunes ahead. Lifting the linen hood on the robe, the golden hair slipped between the necks, the still young face, and it was also dirty and dusty.
　　 The amber eyes were miniaturized, and Kant's expression on the war horse was slightly dignified.
　　 This is the desert of Nalun, a world full of gravel, an uncultivated wild barbaric land.
　　 Ten years ago, when there was no conquest by the lion duchy, there was no civilization in this desert. As for the tribes of jackals, they are actually still primitive tribes with hair and raw prey.
　　 Of course, the same is true of the jackals now.
　　 As the youngest son of the Duke, Kant naturally understands that this desert is not actually the territory of the Principality of the Lion.
　　Even if the conquest was initiated, the lion duchy ten years ago occupied the entire southern part of the desert, but the ownership of the desert still exists only in the mouth of the lion duke.
　　 Even most of the domestic scholars do not agree with this new recruitment at all.
　　On the map, the border of the Principality of the Lions is the Samwaya Mountains that border the Naren Desert. The endless desert that continues to the north is still a land of no ownership.
　　 Occupied by jackal tribes, unable to graze, cannot be cultivated, and has no useless land!
　　 Even if it is a lion's country, those who are desperate for wanting and fugitives will not come.
　　 "It's really sad."
　　 Kant shook his head and smiled very self-deprecatingly: "I came here."
　　 If he had no choice, he would not set foot in this desert. What's more, it's still summer in June. The violent sunshine in June is like a baking oven in a bakery. The early morning sunshine caused the temperature of the entire desert to soar to 50 degrees Celsius.
　　 Kant looked up at the sky, and the sun above the dunes was still rising slowly.
　　 In this season, the noon in the desert of Naron can even reach 70 degrees Celsius at the highest temperature, which is an unbearable temperature.
"So hot."
　　 swallowed a slightly sticky saliva, Kant rearranged the breathable linen hood on his head, frowning a little tighter.
　　Cema walked a few steps forward, Kant turned and shouted to the team behind him: "We all work harder and speed up, if we don't want to be toasted by the midday sun, we need to camp before noon!"
　　 "Understood."
　　The feeble response appeared, and the farmers also reached out and pushed the carriage to make it faster.
　　 They all walk on two legs, and these three carriages full of supplies have seriously dragged the entire team forward.
The large wheels made of solid wood cut and nailed are actually more suitable for the main roads of the plains of the Principality of the Lions. They are run over the soft sand and gravel of the desert. The wheels that have been stuck in the sand at one step have also turned hard, and these farmers need to help push the wheels to get a little faster.
　　 Kant also understood that he could not help but sigh when he looked at the team acting behind him.
　　 "This is really bad." Kant frowned.
　　 "Master Baron."
Behind 　　, the captain of the cavalry, Rowan, came to Kant beside the war horse.
　　 This originally stable middle-aged man now also has some anxiety on his face, and asked directly: "Please forgive my rudeness, but we really want to know, how long will it take to reach the sentry oasis?"
"how long?"
　　 Kant's face was calm, and he looked at the continuous sand dunes in front of him, biting his teeth and saying, "I don't know."
　　 "This..." Hearing this answer, Rowan's face was even more anxious.
　　 This is obviously not the ideal answer in his mind.
　　 But Kant’s mouth was slightly raised, his calm face did not have any mood swings, and he said lightly:
But according to estimates, we have been walking for 6 days, and if the map and route are correct, then we should be close to our destination.

　　 "Are you almost here?" Rowan swallowed, but felt a sore throat.
　　The 6-day desert march has already made everyone reach the psychological and physical double limit, and they have had enough.
　　Especially the fresh water reserve, also reached the red line today.
　　 After all, there are 51 people in the team and 27 horses.
　　 This is one of the reasons for Rowan’s anxiety. Similarly, he and the 20 cavalry as guards can leave when they reach their destination, and they do not need to stay here with Kant and the 30 farmers.
　　 arrive at the sentry oasis as early as possible, they can also go back this morning and leave this cruel desert.
　　 On the contrary, Kant didn't care about it. Even after arriving at the sentry oasis, the final destination of this route is not a happy thing.
　　 He will stay there forever, surrounded by an endless world of yellow sand.
　　Thinking about the honor she received in her adulthood ceremony, Kant's mouth could not help but with a mocking smile: "Booked to the baron's territory, oh, it's so funny."
　　 But his eyes were extremely indifferent.
　　He is a baron of the Principality of the Lion, so he will have his own territory.
　　 was personally sealed by his father, the king of the lion duke, and Duke Cameron of the lion, and he conferred the desert of Naron, which was newly conquered ten years ago, to Kant, and he became the master of this vast desert and assumed all rights.
　　 Including their destination, the sentry oasis, the only oasis in the southern desert of Naron.
　　 nominally Kant is the baron, the lord of the desert of Naron.
　　But who doesn’t know, in fact, this is the Duke of Cameron, the cage that exiled him the least like the young?
　　 "However, even in the desert, I have my way of life."
The mocking in Kant's eyes grew stronger.
　　 As a traverser from the earth, Kant has his own card, which is the golden finger to come to this world.
"fair enough."
　　 Kant narrowed his eyes as if looking at the front, but a system dialog appeared on the retina.
　　 [Main task: build a village]
　　【Reward: 1000 dinars】
　　【Status：Unfinished】
　　【Introduction: Only by owning a village can we move towards the lord. This is a cornerstone first step, please be careful. 】
　　 This is the main task released by the system and must be completed. It is related to the subsequent system upgrade.
　　Completing this main task is actually very simple.
　　As long as Kant arrives at the sentry oasis and lets the 20 cavalry of the Principality of the Lions return, then he can rely on the power from the system to choose to build a village and visualize the buildings that only exist in the system in this world.
　　 was originally a small village, and as it developed, it could be upgraded into a large and huge city, or a towering and strong castle.
　　 In the past, Kant was still worried that his village had nowhere to settle.
　　 But now, after crossing the natural boundary between the Naron Desert and the Principality of the Lions, the Sunwaya Mountains, Kant found that he no longer needs to be monitored and lived as he used to be, fearing that he might be found to be his traverser and golden finger.
　　 No need to think about exactly which mission village of the visualization system.
　　 After all, the Principality of the Lions belongs to the traditional medieval country, almost the whole country is the land of the plains, and there is no longer a land of no ownership.
　　Whether hills or woodlands, or swamps, forests, are the nobles' land and mining.
　　 The Principality of the Lions has been established for nearly three hundred years. The enclosing nobles, or the nobles enclosing the nobles, have occupied all the land that can be occupied. By now, the class of counts, counts, and barons of the whole country has completely solidified.
　　 hastily appeared a new village, basically equal to meat buns to beat dogs.
　　 is easy to establish, and the final ownership belongs to whoever is said. Moreover, those nobles will not let go of the fat meat to their mouths, even if Kant's father is the Duke.
　　 My vassal's vassal is not my vassal.
　　 This famous western vocabulary is applicable even in this world.
　　 So Kant is very cautious about his main line task, because once he loses his village, it is equal to losing everything. He dare not gamble, nor dare to carelessly.
　　 Even now, I really go to the sentry oasis in the Nalun desert.
　　 Kant understands that only those who are in his own hands are truly his own.
　　This is why Kant agreed to be granted the desert of Nalun.
　　 "As long as you reach the sentry oasis, everything will be fine."
　　 clenched his fist slightly, Kant's breath was also a bit heavy, but his spirit was very exciting.
　　 turned his head to look behind him.
　　 is a group of 30 farmers who are wearing cheap linen clothing, and each one is sweating because of the carts. It looks like an ordinary farmer. There is no difference. It is a group of people who are following their lord to the territory.
　　 But in fact, it is not so!
　　 These 30 farmers are all rewards that Kant came to this world to complete temporary tasks.
　　 Farmers from the system, Kingdom of Swadia.
　　Although it looks malnourished and slightly thin, all of them are 1.8 meters tall, capable, and capable of working in cultivated fields. They are also workers who are rushing to hire in any workshop.
　　 However, they come from the system, not just farmers.
　　 If Kant can provide the necessary training, including the corresponding weapons and equipment, they will also become excellent soldiers.
　　 is like the upgrade of the arms of "Horse Riding and Slashing".
　　Promoted to the main infantry soldier you can rely on, a fortress-like Swadia sergeant.
　　 Promoted to an excellent long-range fire strike, a Swadia marksman with a crossbow.
　　 and promoted to a man with horses, all equipped with double armor, Swadia knight called the land king!
　　 "This is my guarantee for the future!"
　　 Kant murmured to himself, and his eyes were restored with hope.
Riding on the war horse, his waist was straight, staring at the dunes in the distance, and cheered the cavalry and farmers behind him: "Everyone is working harder, to the dune in front of the horizon, we can rest for three hours !"
　　 "Long live!" The farmers cheered with excitement.
　　 "Yes... long live..."
　　 These cavalrymen from the Principality of the Lions, UU reading www.uukanshu. com also responded weakly. If it was not Captain Rowan who had told them that they were about to reach their destination, it was estimated that none of them would speak.
　　At the same time, these cavalrymen looked at the peasants of Swadia like a fool.
　　 They really can't understand why these humble and poor peasants actually came to the barren desert, and still maintained such an exuberant spirit, as if they were full of hope for the future.
　　 Even they find it ridiculous.
hope?
　　The hot and bitter cold in the desert that can be described by all the bad, there is hope that such a thing will exist!
　　 "It's incredible stupidity."
　　Luo Wen also looked at these farmers with cold eyes.
　　 They naturally would not understand that these Swadian farmers actually existed in the presence of Kant.
　　Rovin looked up at Kant, and he was also somewhat disdainful in his heart: "I will bring so many people to bury with me when I die. Does this baron really think that he is the lord of the Naron Desert, the owner of the sentry oasis?"
　　 thought of this, he could not help but sneer.
　　 has nothing to do with him. When he arrives at the destination, he will immediately leave with his own people and will not wait for a moment.
　　 In fact, it was not Rowan’s own idea, but the nobles of the entire male lion lord. No one would think that in the southern part of the Nalun Desert, there is a future for development in this small oasis less than 300 meters.
　　 Moreover, in this barren desert, the heat of the day and the severe cold of the night are not the only enemies of the human race.
　　 Including those who were expelled and slaughtered, but actually never left the desert of Nalun
　　 Jackal Werewolf Tribe!