A strange world

Chapter 1193 Chapter 115. Harvest Year

They are belligerent and rude, and the only thing that seems to interest them is fighting, fighting, endless fighting.

At first, the green skins will obey the orders of the caster, but as time goes by, this warlike instinct will gradually occupy their already small brains, and they will begin to disobey orders and even bite the master.

But at the same time, the greenskins will compete and cooperate with each other: the greenskins will choose the most powerful greenskin as the leader through fighting, and then follow the leader's orders to go out and fight. Fight foreigners and other greenskins, and the winner becomes the new leader of the two greenskin tribes.

They are either fighting or on the way to fight.

That's not the worst thing: it would be okay if the birth of green skins was limited to "forbidden magic". After all, the number of druids is limited, and Avengers are even rarer.

But because greenskins are living things... they can also produce new greenskins.

When Annan was working as a waiter in a tavern in Pinglin Town, the breeze brought news about the green skin.

But now, this kind of strength is comparable to that of orcs, and their number is greater than that of brown-skinned orcs. The green-skinned orcs who go out to fight at every turn are gradually becoming a new hidden danger in the south.

Many lords felt that when the greenskins came, the ratmen were driven away.

There are also people who are worried that the rat men will be driven out and replaced by green skins.

People who are worried are not pessimists, because real pessimists think that the rat men are not gone and the greenskins are coming again.

"Can greenskins communicate?" Annan asked with interest, not worried at all.

Greenskins only live in the south. There is no soil for them to survive in the cold north. Didn't you see that the McKeons have only been huddled in the north for two years since they came?

Serana said that the green skin only knows some simple words, and the most commonly used words are wagaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

After a few days of training, Ogar regained his handsome appearance, but was still a little weak.

Olmedo visited the Franko territory with the Scarlet Witch's fleet, Daad led the druids to bless the farmland, and Itilia managed the Free City. Everyone had their own things to do.

Even Annan.

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Jack hurried into the hut and screamed at Hunter: "Quick...get up! The enemy is coming!"

"Enemies? Where are the enemies?"

Hunter, who was taking a lunch break, was woken up. He drowsily grabbed the hoe he had put aside and rushed out the door.

It was originally a scorching sun, but Hunter, who rushed out of the hut, suddenly ran into a shadow.

He raised his head with black goo at the corners of his eyes, and looked at the outline of the face that required looking up to see the whole thing.

"Then I'm not afraid of you either!"

The brave Hunter raised his hoe and was about to hit the silhouette.

"Hunter, what are you going to do!"

Suddenly there was a shout, Hunter froze and saw Lady Ingrid coming from the field ridge.

"Lord Ingrid? I...I..."

Two fingers of the shadow held the hoe, and as he raised his head, the bear's face left the shadow: "He seems to want to fight with me."

"They are the druids who came to help bless the farmland." Ingrid glanced at Jack who rushed out with a farm fork gritting his teeth and explained.

The stunned Hunter caught the hoe that was returned and asked blankly: "Blessing?"

"It will at least double the yield of your fields, but you can also refuse."

"Yes, yes! We are willing!" Jack quickly agreed, showing a flattering look: "What do we have to pay?"

“Nothing will be needed except double the demand for production during the fall harvest.”

"We promise!"

Ingrid flipped through the list, checked Hunter's and Jack's names, and then left to register for the adjacent plot.

Hunter and Jack, you look at me and I look at you.

"We are going to get rich!" Jack suddenly threw away the farm fork, hugged Hunter and jumped up and down.

"How to get rich?" Hunter asked puzzledly.

"Didn't you listen to Lady Ingrid? Double the production! The money we can earn will also double!" As he spoke, Jack turned to complain again: "I said I would rent 5 hectares of land. , you must not..."

"Can't plow it," Hunter said in a muffled voice.

Even three hectares is beyond the limits of both of them.

Wasteland is different from farmland. You can simply turn over the soil and plow the ground to sow seeds. They have to face a large number of rocks that are a headache. If the nobles next door had not sent people to help, they would not have had time to complete the sowing before the time limit.

However, the few days and nights of sleepless nights also improved the relationship between the two. The hut originally shared by the two of them was demolished and a larger hut was built.

"That's right... when we make money, we can buy 10 hectares or 20 hectares and hire a bunch of farmers. By then we will be nobles!"

"Lord Annan said there are no nobles in Free City."

"idiot!"

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Annan was reading a message brought by a merchant ship from Wilhelm:

The official ship of the Kingdom of Paem is passing through the Strait of Obiris, and its destination is Liberty City.

Annan thought of the other two gifts mentioned by the third prince...are they being delivered?

However, the merchant ship will not arrive for at least ten days, and what is more important now is the blessing journey of the druids.

"In five days the druids will bless the entire Gem Bay. It is expected that our harvest this year will increase two to three times."

"Druids are better than any fertilizer..." Annan couldn't help but sigh, and found Ingrid looking at him strangely, "I mean they are natural gardeners..."

"I mean won't you use your damn charm to capture them?"

"What words!"

And then there is the saying that what I am today is all due to my own efforts and charm. It doesn't matter. The dignified Lord of Free City does not need such means.

After Ingrid walked out of the door, Annan sighed sadly.

How could he not be greedy for Serana the Deerman... and her companions, but he couldn't rush this kind of thing.

Fortunately, the seeds of good feelings have been buried in the soil, and sooner or later they will be harvested.

After the druids had circled around Gemstone Bay and had enough understanding of the local customs and their prejudices had almost disappeared, Annan asked them to help bless the ancient oak tree and the original heart fruit tree.

"You want to plant outside the Elf King's Court?"

"Give it a try."

Faced with Annan's plea, the druids did not refuse, but 10 seeds of the Fruit of Original Aspiration were not enough.

Not enough seeds...

"Did you poop?" Annan asked Ogar.

"What?"

"Did you just defecate?"

Ogar said embarrassedly: "Why do you ask this?"

"Of course it's the seeds. If you ate ten Fruits of First Aspiration, the seeds might be in your excrement."

"...There is no such thing."

"How could an elf not poop...really?"

Annan suddenly remembered that he had indeed never seen a toilet in the royal court...

He changed the subject: "It's okay, I still have fruit here, but I have one more request."

"……you say."

If Annan saved the forest and the druid, it was equivalent to saving them twice, then giving Ogar the Fruit of Original Aspiration was equivalent to saving him a third time.

"Can you breed a few more greenskins for us to play with...I mean study?"