The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

The assassin is now bound up like a dumpling with metal chains and appears to be unable to move, but just in case, Olena is still keeping an eye on him.

Rand glanced at Elsa, who was chewing on golden leaves, and asked, "Can you get anything out of her?"

Elsa's demeanor was completely different from when she came to steal the underwear; she exuded a cold and aloof aura. Silently tending to her wounds, she shook her head when Rand spoke, saying, "I can't get any answers from her."

Rand understood pretty much when he saw the white robe. After all, the attire was quite distinctive. There was an organization in this world that specialized in training assassins to do shady things.

Among them, the best are the white-robed assassins, who can easily carry out assassinations without the protection of the night, simply by wearing white robes.

In the previous game, Deep Moon, some players became white-robed assassins. This cool outfit, combined with the mystery of assassins, made countless players flock to it.

Now it seems that this organization has some connection with Elsa.

“The White Moon Organization, is that right?” Rand asked.

Elsa wasn't too surprised that Rand knew about her family. She said softly, "Leave him to me, or he'll cause you trouble."

Elsa was used to the endless pursuit, but she didn't want such things to affect Rand, the adventurer's holy land here, or the novice adventurers.

Rand sneered: "You think you can just hand it over to me like that? Wouldn't that make me lose face?"

The White Moon Organization is very powerful and poses a significant threat to our current hideout, but Elsa is the main character of the game, and her strength will be ridiculously high in the future.

Having finally built a good relationship, letting go is absolutely out of the question.

In fact, if Rand hadn't interfered, Elsa would have been destined to fight back against fate.

He may be influenced by his time travel now, but his talent is undeniable, and his future achievements are limitless.

In comparison, although the White Moon Organization is dangerous and troublesome, it wouldn't be easy for them to keep bothering him across a continent. Compared to Elsa, they are simply insignificant.

Unless the White Moon organization can produce a "king".

Moreover, to carry out an assassination openly in the Lord's Hall is undoubtedly a provocation against Rand's authority. Even if the white-robed assassin is released, he will only be looked down upon.

This White Moon organization has already messed with their hideout.

“But,” Elsa said, still with her usual aloof and indifferent expression, “the family has more than one white-robed assassin.”

At this point, Rand could easily say, "Are white-robed assassins so worthless? Before even figuring out the cause of the last white-robed assassin's death, they're all coming to deliver themselves to the enemy?"

Taland's Blessing 2 is not necessarily a bad thing!

Once they figure it out, the hideout will only become stronger, and then they'll be even less afraid.

But Rand shook his head and said seriously, "Didn't you read the latest laws promulgated by Crescent Moon Territory?"

“Killers will be executed, those who injure or steal will be punished.” Rand maintained his serious demeanor, then produced a contract—the three-year agreement he had made with Elsa. “You are a lawful citizen of the hideout, and illegally attacking a lawful citizen of the hideout is clearly a capital offense.”

Then Rand walked up to the bound and immobilized white-robed assassin and said, "I hereby sentence you to death."

He took Olena's swift sword and pierced his forehead with it.

Blood mixed with brain matter flowed onto the carpet, and along with the other six corpses lying haphazardly, the once luxurious carpet became filthy, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

But Rand was already used to such scenes and didn't care at all. He asked Elsa, who was still in a daze, "What did you come here to report today?"

Elsa instinctively replied, "I found the suitable mount option you mentioned."

Rand's eyes lit up, and he asked, "What is it?"

Centaur.

Rand was momentarily speechless. The hideout needed a mount that was fast, strong, bred quickly, ate little, was docile, and intelligent. Centaurs seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

Are there many?

"There are about a dozen on the second floor of the ruins."

Not nearly enough! Rand was extremely disappointed. Who knew when the centaur race would be able to breed?

At that moment, Rand felt inspired.

Centaurs are a combination of a human upper body and a horse lower body, giving them the speed of a horse and the hands of a human.

The Minotaur has the head of a bull and the body of a human, a combination that gives it the strength of a bull and the hands of a human.

Humans can stand upright and walk on two feet, which provides unparalleled heat dissipation, and their hands can hold weapons and use tools.

But what Rand needs is a mount. The Minotaur and Centaur are too intelligent. Rand needs a smart mount, but being too smart will lead to fear of death, which is actually a disadvantage.

Therefore, all that is needed is to extract the strength and endurance of the ox, and the speed of the horse.

What if we combined the stamina of an ox with the speed of a horse?

It is obviously inhumane to crossbreed intelligent beings, but what if we just crossbreed cows and horses?

In his previous life, Rand was a proper agricultural university student, and he knew very well that for animals, the difference in the number of chromosomes was too great and the reproductive organs were mismatched, so hybridization was impossible.

Buffaloes have 48 chromosomes, while horses have 64. Theoretically, buffaloes and horses cannot interbreed, but horses and donkeys can, producing mules.

But his god is the goddess of darkness and abundance!

The desire to share can, to some extent, disregard this limitation. Rand discovered this when breeding wheat, but he hadn't yet tested whether it worked. Now it seems worth a try.

Elsa was a little confused about what Rand was so excited about, but she soon realized that Rand's attention had returned to her.

Rand returned to the sacrificial chamber and copied the employment contract again, only changing the three years to six years.

"Huh?" Elsa looked bewildered again.

"As a legal citizen of Crescent Moon Territory, an employee of the hideout, and a spy for the Goddess of Abundance, you've actually caused trouble for the hideout. Do you think you can escape punishment?"

Elsa took the contract, looked at it carefully, and found that apart from the longer term of service, nothing else had changed, and the benefits were still the same.

A moment of silence fell as they watched Rand, who seemed to consider this punishment, stand there with a stern face, and blinked.

If she could, she would want to stay here forever. In fact, when Rand took the employment contract to be changed, she even wondered if it might be the Star Fury Contract, since this Rand would be taking a bath with Ellie and Olena in the big public bath.

She strongly suspected that Ellie and Olena had signed one of those strange, legendary contracts.

I didn't expect her to be so serious. Does she really have no charm?

Chapter 75 The Bathhouse, Informing

Since the last time we conquered the lair of the God of War and completed the Mother Goddess's mission, Rand's Blessing 2 can now be used in a double attack.

However, he is still training and his current control over the double shot is average; he can only guarantee that the first shot will hit accurately.

The second shot may only have a 50% success rate in an emergency, but it's perfectly fine for breeding.

In short, Rand shared his lust with a horse and a cow, then closed the stable.

As for what will happen inside...

Ahem, anyway, it's all for the sake of the base's development.

As for the centaur that Elsa had captured, Rand handed it over to Shasa, hoping that this magical minotaur who spoke Common Tongue could understand what the centaur was saying.

If that doesn't work, we'll just have to capture more centaurs and teach them slowly. Eventually, some of them will be gifted enough to learn the Common Tongue.

Having a centaur scout squad would be far more useful than a normal human scout, since riding a horse is no match for being one with the horse.

With winter approaching, the hideout has already started selling leather clothing at the Adventurers' Resort at the foot of the mountain.

Rand spent a lot of effort researching the tanning process for leather. Ordinary animal hides, if not treated, will quickly harden and smell bad, making them unsuitable for clothing.

However, with proper processing, it can be transformed into soft leather, providing excellent warmth.

The world has long had leather tanning technology; when I first met Ellie and Olenna, they were wearing leather items.

However, Rand plans to make some improvements to increase efficiency and tanning effect.

Rand knew that to remove the grease and dirt, one had to soak the area and use lye.

The details were studied for a long time, and the result can only be described as acceptable. It is better than the leather commonly found in this world, but not by much.

On this northern land where their hideout is located, the importance of warm clothing is self-evident.

Moreover, wearing warm clothes can reduce the consumption of a lot of heating fuel.

Of course, the lion's share was still allocated to the soldiers in the stronghold. A civil war was inevitable, and it was very likely to break out this winter. The soldiers' warm clothing could not be neglected.

This would also be a huge advantage. Rand had asked Ellie about it. In this world, if a war broke out in winter, the lords and nobles would not distribute warm clothing to the conscripted soldiers.

In the North, without enough warm clothing, let alone fighting, it's a miracle if you don't freeze to death while marching.

Once on the battlefield, how can one wield a weapon when their limbs have become stiff from the cold?

Perhaps everyone did it this way in the past, without letting these nobles realize that their subordinates also needed to keep warm. That makes sense, though. The nobles relied on their knights; a single cavalry charge would scatter everything. If they couldn't win, they could just surrender.

Warfare in this era was that simple. It was already quite rare for the Baron of Lake Source to have a semi-full-time standing army. Most nobles, when faced with war, would simply conscript a group of serfs, provide them with decent weapons, and then lead cavalry into battle.

After finishing his business, it was evening again. Rand habitually went to the large bathhouse. After it closed to the public at night, the large bathhouse became a private luxury building on the upper floors of the hideout.

Rand skillfully started the boiler, and then, after waiting for the hot water to flow into the already cleaned bathtub, he lay down inside with practiced ease. Before the large bathtub was built, he sometimes felt too lazy to take a bath.

But he was still able to remain clean, the secret being that he could sacrifice himself, and then, after his body was remodeled, he would be completely clean.

However, now that the bathhouse is built, the comfort of soaking in it occasionally reminds him of his life in his previous life. Indeed, technology and hard work are much better than anything natural, pure, or natural.

If given the chance, he would love to let those who advocate for all-natural foods taste the pungent and savory roasted meat and the bread infused with the aroma of alcohol.

However, with spices now available, meat dishes taste much better, and Rand feels that his taste buds have been revived.

After a while, Olena also folded her clothes and put them in the closet before going into the bathtub.

Well, there was no such benefit in my past life. It's definitely better to be all-natural. Praise to all-natural.

Although he had seen it many times, Olena's body still quickly attracted his attention. Olena took a towel and walked behind Rand: "Want a back scrub?"

Rand nodded, and Olena leaned closer: "Canwell is dead."

"?" Rand had no idea what had happened.

Olena slowly said, "Canwell is the one who told you the sacrificial inscription of the God of Struggle before, and was later assigned to Taran as an assistant."

"Some time ago, the missionary of the God of Struggle approached Canwell, plotting to instigate internal strife in Crescent Territory."

“After Canwell told Taran, Taran arranged for him to come to the hideout and tell us. The day after Ellie and I heard this, on his way back to Taran, Canwell died.”

After listening, Rand could easily draw a conclusion: "There is a traitor in the hideout."

Olena nodded, then said hesitantly, "You seem to be in a lot of pain. Do you want me to help you?"

Rand tried to turn around after hearing this, but Olena hugged him from behind.