Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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No wonder, Mo Jiang wondered why anime conventions were suddenly approaching them. After all, most people who want to collaborate with Hanfu clubs are there to see the ethereal Hanfu worn by the female members, and few are interested in seeing Armor Hero.

"Thanks, I owe you a favor."

While they were eating, Mo Jiang suddenly remembered something, took out his phone and glanced at the date.

Today is the 25th, and it's already 9 o'clock.

Mo Jiang immediately stood up, found a quiet place, and dialed a familiar phone number.

"Beep...beep..."

The call was answered quickly, "Hello?"

"Hello, Your Majesty, how have you been lately? Are you in good health and in a good mood?"

"You have such a sweet tongue. I just confiscated your dad's secret stash of money. I'll transfer it to you tomorrow."

"Thank you for your reward, Your Majesty."

Although I already have 350,000 yuan in hand, no one can ever have too much money.

"By the way, where's Dad?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then the mother's voice carried a hint of helplessness, "We've made new discoveries in the fieldwork, so our planned day off is ruined."

Both of Mo Jiang's parents are scholars, one specializing in folklore and the other in history, and they rarely have days off.

They're either conducting fieldwork or attending academic conferences, so they rarely get to go home.

At the same time, because the signal was poor in most of the places he went, Mo Jiang could only call around the 25th of each month to try to contact them.

On weekdays, he usually waits for his parents to contact him.

"A new discovery? What did they dig up?"

What could make my father go back to the field to conduct investigations despite his days off were mostly practical developments.

"I don't know. Maybe it's the Holy Lord's twelve talismans, Cthulhu's Seven Chapters of Mysterious Lord's Secret Scripture, or maybe the Tao Te Ching has been updated again. Who cares?"

"Mom's in a bad mood right now, son, quickly take a picture with your girlfriend to cheer her up, and I'll increase your allowance by two thousand next month."

How did they manage to strictly prevent early dating in elementary, middle, and high school, but then allow people to date in college and even plan to pressure them to get married right after graduation?

Mojiang still hasn't found an answer to this question.

"If I date five people, will my living expenses increase by 10,000 next month?"

To Mo Jiang's question, the mother's answer was also very straightforward, "Then I can consider giving your father 20% of his monthly allowance. Son, what have you been up to lately?"

"Start a club or organization."

Mo Jiang's mother thought her son was referring to the Hanfu club, but Mo Jiang meant to become a military commander in Skarlitz.

And it is predicted that he will soon become the governor of the royal territory of the Kingdom of Bohemia.

60.] [The following appears to be a separate, unrelated section:] "引7轳引&山erehr玖迩啃药也是修修也，不好不要玩" (This is a separate, unrelated section: "Don't play if you're unhappy.")

The following day, Mojiang first transported a ton of feed to the wooden house in Skaritz.

Since the company has not yet been established, it would be somewhat noticeable for an individual to purchase supplies on a large scale.

Although no one may actually conduct an investigation, it's always better to be safe than sorry.

He gathered the four boys and asked, "What is the situation with the refugees?"

"Sir, there are many refugees. The Cumans have destroyed many villages along the way. As you instructed, we have been persuading refugees who are willing to come here and promising them jobs."

However, some refugees still don't believe it and plan to go to Rattay.

The Cumans did not march directly to Skalitz, but rather carried out massacres and plunder along the way.

Sigismund was more than happy for the Cumans to do this, since this was Wenceslaus IV's territory, and massacring and plundering in this place was a blow to Wenceslaus IV.

The Cumans destroyed countless villages along their route, and refugees came in waves.

Previously, Mojang had issued an order for Matthias to accept the refugees and distribute food and water to them.

After spending so much time together, I have a general understanding of the personalities and abilities of Henry, Matthew, Matthias, and Fritz.

Matthias was the most skilled communicator among the four, able to speak with both commoners and nobles.

Henry was good at arithmetic and had a strong learning ability.

Matthew is quick-witted, while Fritz is a fierce fighter.

"Has the headcount been tallied yet?"

Henry quickly provided the number of refugees willing to stay. He was the only one present who could calculate the number of refugees. As for more detailed information, such as how many of these people were in family units, it was practically impossible for them to answer that.

Next, we need to find a teacher for the boys.

Not being able to write or count is a very troublesome thing.

Mo Jiang silently planned out the study schedule for the boys for the next period of time, and instructed them, "Matthias, talk to the refugees more and ask them for all kinds of information."

“Henry, I will provide the blueprints in a few days. You will take some refugees and villagers to build a batch of houses to live in, and then reinforce the village’s defenses.”

"Matthew, keep an eye on both the village and the refugees, prevent them from clashing, and intervene to mediate their disputes if necessary."

"Fritz, you're in charge of patrolling and stopping conflicts. If anyone dares to make a move now, just pin them down."

After assigning tasks to everyone, Mo Jiang added, "If you need manpower, you can recruit from the village or refugees. The compensation will be one-fifth of yours for now."

Managing the ever-growing number of refugees requires more than just Henry and his four colleagues; hiring more people is imperative.

The newcomers' treatment should definitely not exceed that of the veterans. Henry and the others had fought alongside him on the battlefield, sharing a bond of blood and camaraderie.

Let alone surpassing them, if any newcomer's treatment is close to theirs, Henry and the other three will feel resentful, and Mo Jiang will be gossiped about behind his back.

"The other recruits need to be trained, according to what I taught you before."

"That's all for now. Any other questions?"

At this moment, Henry spoke up, "Sir, there isn't enough food in the village. What about the villagers?"

The Cuman raid not only ravaged Skaritz's farmland but also looted a significant amount of grain. For the farmers who depended on the produce of their land for their livelihood, this essentially meant they would not survive the winter.

How long can the food last?

"At most two months."

"That's enough. I can take care of the food myself."

As he was speaking, Mo Jiang suddenly remembered something and said seriously to Henry, "I'll give you a toilet construction blueprint later. Have people complete it as quickly as possible, and then tell everyone, whether they are villagers or refugees, that they are not allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere and must do so in the toilet."

This was Mo Jiang's first order after taking over Skaritz's power. He knew all too well what kind of bizarre things could happen if people urinated or defecated anywhere and in crowded places.

Fifty years have passed since the Black Death, and he is particularly sensitive to the combination of the terms "Middle Ages" and "Plague".

Finally, Mo Jiang added, "My status should change after Lord Radji returns, and I will reward you then. In the next few days, you should focus on your work."

After all, they were the people who charged forward with him, and Mo Jiang naturally couldn't let them think that they would receive no reward after fighting to the death with him and winning the battle.

After Henry and the others left, Mo Jiang did not leave the cabin. He first took out some minced meat mixed with marigold potion and fed it to the golden eagle chick, then stroked its white downy feathers a couple of times.

The hounds were not near the cabin at the moment; they were patrolling Scaritz with Henry and the others. In their minds, this meant that the territory had expanded and daily patrols were necessary.

Although the hunting dogs at this time had not yet reached adulthood, they were already several sizes larger than adult dogs.

Mo Jiang strongly suspects that once they reach adulthood, they will be the size of large or even super-large dogs.

As for their combat capabilities...

After being fed various medications, each hunting dog became capable of killing a soldier.

After feeding the golden eagle, he sat down at the thick wooden table in IKEA.

He now spends a fixed time each day refining potions and circulating his internal energy to enhance his combat power.

Mo Jiang was well aware that in the Middle Ages, the modern products he possessed could bring him enormous wealth and power, but to protect this wealth and power, he needed to have sufficiently strong military force.

Putting everything else aside, if he possessed the strength of the Nine Yangs Technique at its peak, he wouldn't even need Zhang Wuji's setup. Mo Jiang alone would dare to storm Sigismund's feet and force him to kneel and sing "Conquer."

Mo Jiang didn't rush to start concocting the potion. Instead, he turned to a new page in his notebook, pondered for a long time, and then wrote down the title.

[On how to permanently solidify the effects of extraordinary potions on the body—and the concept and development of alchemy for weapon enhancement]

The Nine Yang Divine Skill requires persistent practice. If you want to continue to improve your combat power in a short period of time, you must consider the existence of potions.

However, the potion has a drawback: its effects are time-limited.

Solidifying potion effects and enchanting alchemical weapons will be the two new directions that Mo Jiang needs to pursue next.

Then Mo Jiang seemed to realize something, "Speaking of which, the Nine Yang Divine Skill isn't entirely without the ability to increase speed."

He continued writing down the names of many medicinal herbs in his notebook: thousand-year-old ginseng, he shou wu, Tian Shan snow lotus...

At the same time, he took out the Xuanbing Powder and Xiaohuan Pill that he had obtained from Wanji.

"If I remember correctly, the pills from various sects can also enhance the accumulation of internal energy."

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Author's note: Thank you to [Secondary Silverwing], [Kandegir Bound Hard], and [Seaside] for their generous donations.

61. Warrior + Alchemist = ?

Mo Jiang took out the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill, tilted his head back, and swallowed it in one gulp with mineral water.

He felt a heat pierce through his esophagus, and a wave of heat rose up inside him. In an instant, Mo Jiang's entire body was filled and swollen.

The medicinal power flowed through his meridians, and Mo Jiang's internal energy was like a flame meeting fuel, instantly igniting like an explosion. The violent circulation of internal energy even tore his meridians apart.

The secret elixirs of reputable sects possessed a potency far exceeding Mo Jiang's imagination.

It was not a trickle, but a flood that had burst its banks, an out-of-control lava flow.

The moment the pill entered his stomach, an indescribable surge of immense heat exploded forth, forcefully rushing into his Nine Yang Internal Force.

"Damn, how can the medicine be so potent?!"

Mo Jiang's expression changed instantly. The medicinal power of the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill was ten or even nine times stronger than the internal energy he had cultivated over many days.

However, Mo Jiang was unaware of the status of the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill within Shaolin Temple. This secret Shaolin elixir was considered a treasure in the martial arts world, possessing the ability to enhance one's martial arts skills.

Even within the Shaolin Temple, only the head monk is qualified to use the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill, or one can obtain it only through the extraordinary talent of the Wooden Dummy Alley.

Mo Jiang immediately sat down cross-legged, focused his inner energy, and circulated it through his body.

While circulating the Great Heavenly Cycle, it also continuously expands the meridians. The mind is divided into two parts: one part controls the internal force to open the acupoints, and the other part of the spiritual power is like a precise engineering team, frantically mobilizing the life force remaining in the calendula medicine in the body.

During this period, he drank the marigold potion as easily as drinking water, and a large amount of medicinal power remained in his body. Now, with the activation of his mental power, he was doing his best to repair the injuries to his meridians.

The Nine Yang internal energy was like a raging flood, and Mo Jiang's actions at this moment were like using his spiritual power to channel the floodwaters that had breached the dam back into the river.

Meridians are like river channels, acupoints are like dams, and spiritual power is the rope that binds the azure dragon.

Mo Jiang felt as if he were controlling an out-of-control vehicle, speeding over 200 km/h, with the accelerator floored, the brakes failing, and even the steering wheel barely obeying his commands, as it raced wildly along the bumpy mountain road.

The slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin.

Mo Jiang felt as if his whole body was on fire. The extremely strong and domineering Nine Yang internal force had further damaged him.

If he doesn't quickly calm down this surge of internal energy, then "playing with fire and getting burned" won't just be an adjective for him, but a stark reality.

Under extreme pressure, there were signs that mental strength and internal energy were merging.

But this feeling is anything but pleasant, because it's like the mixture produced after smashing stones and flesh with a hammer.

Mo Jiang was unaware of what had happened, but he could sense that the domineering internal force had improved his control, from the steering wheel being unresponsive to a level where it was generally working without problems.

Time seemed to lose its meaning, each second feeling like an eternity.

I don't know how much time passed; maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours.

The violent internal energy within Mo Jiang's body finally subsided.

The violent medicinal power began to be refined and absorbed in an orderly manner, merging into his own Nine Yang Internal Force.

His consciousness, which had been blurred by the intense pain, gradually cleared. The internal energy in his dantian, which had originally been like a stream, was now being injected with a massive amount of living water, expanding, growing stronger, and becoming more refined and condensed at a visible speed.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a vast expanse of white, with his body radiating steam as if dissipating heat.