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Suffering, crying, screaming... constitutes an important part of Elizabeth's daily training.

She cursed this damn barbarian countless times, and she begged him to let him go in tears countless times, and no longer think about becoming a countess. However, Tianhao's mind was so cold that he was unmoved at all.

The diet became very monotonous, and the ratio of meat to fat was greatly reduced. Correspondingly, fresh vegetables began to increase. Fortunately, daily recipes also contain a certain amount of dairy products and eggs, as well as fresh fish, otherwise Elizabeth would really feel that this is a dark hell.

I don’t know when it started, but routine physical examinations every night became what Elizabeth most looking forward to.

The girl has a hazy dream, and the prince charming is the brightest color of all fantasies. She worships her father because he is a nobleman. She worships the duke because he is the highest power leader in his hometown. Now, Elizabeth's object of worship has become Tianhao... A barbarian who abuses herself every day sounds funny, but it is a reality she must admit.

According to the theoretical analysis of the civilized era, this is a wonderful mindset between the abuser and the abused person, which can be classified as "Stockholm Syndrome".

Looking at Tianhao's calm side face, Elizabeth asked a strange question: "Do you have children?"

Tianhao opened his eyes and his eyes fell from top to top on her face, a little confused.

"Your wife should be very beautiful, right?" The girl then asked another question: "Is it as beautiful as me?"

"Are you seducing me?" Tianhao's eyes fluttered, but the touch on his hand did not stop.

"You have seen me take a shower, you have seen my body." She bit her lip lightly and then opened: "You tell me that this is the greatest capital of a woman. I don't understand... why are you not interested in me?"

This is one of the contents of Tianhao’s courses and is also a basic skill that a girl must have when she returns to the white world and enters the upper class in the future.

"It seems you have learned well." Tianhao nodded slightly in praise: "Learn and use it well, and you can add an egg to you for lunch tomorrow."

"I want you." She suddenly jumped up, stood on the bed, reached out to hug Tianhao with extremely fast movements, and walked around his neck with both hands, hugged her very tightly, and kissed him heavily on his lips.

Tianhao stood there without moving.

With his enhanced perception and muscle explosiveness, he can easily avoid Elizabeth's forced kiss.

After half a minute, she finally let go of her hands and took a step back. The bed was not too high, but it provided the same position for Elizabeth and Tianhao to look at each other. She made a declaration with an indescribable sense of victory: "I kissed a barbarian, and was also a noble lord."

Tianhao slowly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and said lightly: "It sounds like you are very happy. Is this your purpose?"

"I want to be your woman and take your wife's place." As she spoke, her breathing rhythm suddenly became rapid, and she could see that she was very nervous and her chest kept rising and falling.

Tianhao stared at her calmly: "You are white."

"This is not a problem." Elizabeth became excited: "I want to stay by your side and follow you like this."

After a few seconds of silence, Tianhao laughed.

"This is not love, at least not the kind of love you imagine."

He turned around and walked towards the door, leaving a light sentence: "It's very late, go to bed."

The game between a little girl and a powerful person is like a life-and-death game between a rabbit and a lion.

Tianhao could understand Elizabeth's thoughts.

Identity and power are a temptation. No matter how cruel or strict I am to her, it cannot eliminate her admiration and admiration for herself that extends from the depths of her fearful thinking. Just like students and teachers, the former's respect for the latter is based on the asymmetry of each other's identities and is generated through the latter's strict discipline.

Of course, strictness must follow the principle of moderation, otherwise it will lead to the former no longer respect the latter and completely transform into fear and hatred.

Elizabeth is different from Bonnar. Her favorability for Tianhao comes from daily training, which is simply love and hate. Of course, this kind of thinking transformation still takes time. Forced kissing is just a sudden manifestation of the girl in order to prove her own ability and has nothing to do with love.

I got 100 points in this exam. Teacher, please see if you should reward me with a Snickers and two egg yolk pies?

In the dark night, Tianhao's lips raised, showing an unseen smile.

What I want is this world.

As for women...hehe!

...

The day when the Grand Master arrived at the fishing village from Heijiao City was the hottest time of the year.

The two hundred guards were arranged outside the fishing village, where there were many newly built warehouses. Zumu's caravan just transported a batch of dried fish and whale oil last week, and the vacant warehouse could be temporarily used for resettlement.

After a long journey, riding a horse all the way, the great master seemed very tired. He was not a person who valued etiquette. He waved to Tianhao, who was respectful, and smiled bitterly: "You and I don't need these false gifts. Take the time to get some food for us. This is more effective than anything else."

The most inexpensive thing here is fresh sea fish. Tianhao chose a few large ones, quickly cleared out the internal organs, fryed the whole fish in an oil pan, simmered it in water, sprinkled with sprinkled sprinkles and chopped green onions when it was boiling. The soup was sticky and white and fragrant.

After drinking a large bowl of warm fish soup, Wu Peng felt that he was pulled back from the numb edge, feeling indescribable comfort on his body.

The maids served braised pork and fresh fried vegetables one by one. The plates were filled with sour radish sticks and pork liver croquettes. The latter was a southern pickled dish that Tianhao had eaten and learned in the civilized era. Although it was made of meat, it had an extremely refreshing taste.

The great master was obviously hungry. He asked for a full basin of rice, poured it with thick braised gravy, mixed it with a wooden spoon until evenly, and took a simple pickle, like the wind blowing the remaining clouds, and ate it clean in an instant.

At this time, the fish and shrimp have just been grilled and served in a delicate pottery dish.

Wu Peng took a big sip of tea, gently stroked his chest, and told Tianhao: "It's almost done. It's a little simpler, and it's a waste to eat it."

Tianhao nodded, called the maid standing next to him, and gave a few words casually. She nodded repeatedly, left the room with a respectful look, and closed the door.

There was no outsider present, and the great master was more casual. He reached out to pick up a roasted shrimp from the plate, without peeling the shell, and dipped it in the salt plate, and put it into his mouth together with the hard and hard shrimp whiskers, and chewed it slowly.

Seeing this, Tianhao peeled a shrimp and sent the white and bright red shrimp meat to Wu Peng's plate. He smiled kindly and said, "The shell outside is too hard and not delicious."

"It's so wasteful." Wu Peng said casually: "The whole shrimp can be eaten. It's really comfortable to eat if you pinch the head and tail without the shell, but it's a pity that you throw away. Many people are hungry. Not to mention shrimp shells, even grassroots and bark are not enough to eat."

Tianhao chuckled and did not answer.

He could hear that this was not a blame, but a habit of the great master, which had become an instinct in life.

"Tell me what's going on here!" Wu Peng wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth, wiped his fingers with a veil, sat upright with his legs apart, and looked at Tianhao with his bright eyes.

The Obsidian brig ship and dozens of white crew members on the ship were the contents of the secret letter from Tianhao to send Tiankuang to Black Point City.

The outside of the room is guarded by the Lord's Guard and no one is allowed to approach it.

Only in such an environment can Tianhao tell the secrets in his heart.

"This is an opportunity." He paid attention to every emotional change on the face of the great master and said carefully: "As sooner or later, we will face the threat from the southern part of the mainland, and we can handle it freely in the future by arranging the lurking personnel now."

"How sure are you?" The great master picked up another roasted shrimp, bit off half of it, and chewed it slowly, with an inquiring look in his eyes.

"About 30%." Tianhao thought this was a relatively safe number.

As he said that, he took out an object from the leather bag hanging beside him and placed it in front of the great master.

It was a short gun.

The crescent-shaped wooden grip, the gun body made of stainless steel, and the muzzle as thick as an adult's thumb is slightly extended. This is done to facilitate the loading of gunpowder and projectiles. There is no excitation device such as a trigger, and only the hole connecting the gun chamber. This position is used to fill the leads and ignite with open flame.

In general, this is a short gun with poor workmanship. Although it can be classified as a "pistol", it cannot be compared with guns in the civilized era in any case, let alone the flintlock gun that Tianhao originally believed.

"This was seized from those white men, and there were more than a dozen long spears and a bronze cannon."

The great master glanced at the short gun placed on the table, and said lightly, without saying a word.

He has seen many such things. Lock Dragon Pass is often seized, and the royal families of all tribes have collected it. After fighting to the death for thousands of years, the principle of guns has long been no secret. With the metal processing technology of the cattle tribe, it is easy to create a musket of higher quality than this. The problem is that sulfur cannot be found in the northern continent and gunpowder cannot be produced, so it is impossible to use muskets.

"We can get gunpowder through these people." Tianhao lowered his voice: "In the southern continent, gunpowder is not a controlled product. I know that some tribes do business with white people through Lock Dragon Pass, but the amount of goods exchanged with each other is limited, so it is even more impossible to exchange gunpowder on a large scale in this way. I have talked to these people separately, and they are very interested in the material exchange plan I proposed."

"Exchange?" Wu Peng was a little confused.

"The white people like our furs, especially bears and minks." Tianhao looked as usual: "The profits are very high, and they are willing to take risks for it."

"How much gunpowder can you get when doing this?" This is the most concerned issue for the great master.

"Two times a year, three to five ships each time." Tianhao added: "Their ships may not reach the trade volume twice a year at the beginning, and the number of transactions will definitely increase in the future."

Wu Peng looked at him deeply: "You said in the letter that you can get corn and potatoes through those white people?"

"This is their staple food." Tianhao said frankly: "As long as you are willing to give money, nothing is a problem."

Wu Peng did not continue to ask questions, and he fell into thinking for a long time.

In fact, he had thought about the things that Tianhao said, but just a similar thought came out of his mind and was immediately deeply suppressed by inertial thinking and buried deep into the bottom of the abyss of consciousness.

The northern barbarians and the southern whites are born enemies. They will never coexist peacefully, and there is no possibility of resolution.

The Lock Dragon Pass Caravan is a special group of existence. Strictly speaking, its origins originated from the white people in the south. It took too long to verify which white king proposed the concept of "limited trade". There are specialties at the north and south ends of the mainland, and some things can only be found in the north, and the most representative of them is ginseng.

This thing is sparse in number, and its origin is limited to a valley north of Heikko City. The barbarians traveled through the northern mountains and fields and found no similar places. More importantly, no other tribal territories except the cattle tribe were produced.

The catastrophe caused species to mutate in a high-concentration radiation environment, and ginseng is no exception. The royal family of the cattle clan attached so much importance to the ginseng region that even a new lord like Tianhao had no chance to see it. He had heard some rumors about ginseng, and it was said that it was a life-saving thing at the critical moment of life and death, which could force people back from the edge of life and death.

The barbarians are also cunning. Every time they trade with the white people in the south, they don’t have many parameters, and they never trade with fresh ginseng. They are the kind that is sure to be dried and cannot be buried underground to survive, especially the ginseng seeds, which are even prohibited products that never trade.

There are also many goods that barbarians like in the southern world.

For example, silk and clocks.

There are no silkworms in the northern world, and mulberry trees are extremely rare. As for clocks... apart from genetic memory from the genetic level, Tianhao really can't think of a more reasonable explanation.

It is worth mentioning that paper money. White people in the south invented paper very early, and ink printing technology made it a reality to replace metal money. Of course, with the coexistence of the five major kingdoms in the south, there is constant conflict of interest among all parties, and it is difficult to completely abolish metal money, but at least one-third of the paper money is in circulation in their market, and the number is increasing year by year.

Sometimes Tianhao himself finds it funny. If the Dragon Lock Pass ban is released and the north and the south communicate with each other, many technologies can enter the northern tribes and fundamentally change the world of the barbarians.

The closed technical barriers between tribes will disappear, especially the lion tribe. The corn and potatoes that have been guarding for hundreds of years will become a joke by then.

Standing at the height of the civilized era, Tianhao is indeed qualified to say such words.

But when I look back and think about it carefully, who can guarantee that I can let go of the Dragon Lock Pass and not a ferocious monster rushed in?
Chapter completed!