Banner of the Evil God

Autumn is crisp.

In the Principality of Thunder in the south of the main plane, even in autumn, the air pressure is not very high, the air is not relatively dry, and of course it does not make people feel "refreshing".

But if you are facing the golden farmland, neat and tidy, with heavy ears, you can estimate that the harvest is great just by looking at it without harvesting...

There are probably only two types of people who feel unhappy in this situation.

One is a pervert, and the other is a lunatic who believes in the God of Famine.

Crick was neither a pervert nor a believer in the god of famine, so he looked at the vast golden fields in a good mood and smiled happily.

"It's unimaginable!" Standing next to him was Master Damweide, the magic consultant of the Keen Territory. This mage, who usually seemed calm and even cold, had a face full of shock at this moment. A strange light flickered in his eyes, making him look brighter even though he was originally a little gloomy.

"Look at this field, I'm afraid one acre can produce three to four hundred catties." Steward Leiden looked at the field and said with a smile, "Master, you are really amazing!"

"It's the farmers who are great, not me." Crick said with a smile, "I just came up with some ideas, they are the ones who are really doing the farming."

"The farmers themselves have always been like that for hundreds of years." Master Damweide said seriously. "After getting the news, I carefully studied the historical records. In addition to the special farmland managed by the Master, Ordinary farmland usually only yields a hundred catties per acre. A harvest of two hundred catties is considered a miracle, enough for people to hold a grand ceremony to thank the Lady of Prosperity (harvest goddess), except for some cases like Keenling. Just look at it and you’ll know it’s nonsense, and I’m sure it hasn’t happened in history.”

Crick smiled: "History is always moving forward."

"Yes, history is always moving forward." Master Damweide nodded with a smile and looked at the golden fields in ecstasy.

"It's just... I never thought that I would be able to witness such a scene with my own eyes, and that I would even be one of the people who pushed history forward..."

From fertilizers to cultivation, to the development of various agricultural tools, he worked hard as a part-time alchemist. As he himself said, if the scene before him is "history is moving forward," then he has indeed contributed a lot to the great cause of promoting the advancement of history.

Perhaps the nobles would look down on this, but as a spellcaster, a spellcaster who also studied as a scholar, Damweide knew what this meant.

This means that even if he grows old and dies in the future, he is likely to be praised by a certain god for his achievements and be promoted to eternal life. Or even if no gods particularly appreciate you, the kings of hell will look at you differently and give you preferential treatment because of your great achievements.

The only things that can be immortal in this world are gods and merit.

Butler Leighton, whose intelligence was only nine, didn't think that far ahead. Having managed the farm for many years, he quickly estimated this year's harvest, and then estimated the taxes that could be received, and his old face almost burst into laughter. flower.

But he suddenly stopped laughing because he remembered a serious problem.

"Master, our harvest here is so good, will the selling price of grain decrease?"

Although his intelligence is not high enough, he still has sufficient social experience after being a housekeeper for so many years. He remembered that every time there was a good harvest, merchants would lower the price of grain purchases, so that a good harvest might not really bring much benefit.

The Principality of Thunder is located in the south, with a warm climate and fertile land. It has been an important food producing area over the years. But neither the farmers nor the lords here have ever been able to make a fortune by growing food.

Although the harvest in the Keen Territory this time was unusual, even "miracle" was not enough to describe it. But for businessmen, isn't it just about lowering the purchase price...

Creek raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Do you think the merchants will go to great lengths to lower the prices?"

"That's right, this kind of thing doesn't happen once or twice." Steward Leiden sighed, "Whenever there is a good harvest, merchants will drive down the purchase price of grain... I have seen too many of them."

"That's for civilians. Could it be that they dare to do this to our nobles?" Creek asked in a deep voice, "When encountering a noble with a bad temper, it's possible to hang these profiteers directly."

"Haha, as long as you can make money, what's the point of hanging?" Leighton said with a sneer. "Back then, I heard about a viscount who was angry and hanged a businessman who lowered the purchase price of grain. What was the result? Still no one bought him. The food ended up rotting in the warehouse.”

"...This is unreasonable!" Creek frowned and said, "Life is much more important than money!"

"I don't understand things that are too profound. Anyway, I have never heard of a businessman who doesn't try his best to lower the price at this time." Layton sighed and said, "Generally speaking, they will form an alliance and draw up an agreement. Approximate price. No matter what, it can only fluctuate around this price. The same is true for the whole country.”

Kerik's eyes suddenly lit up: "Is the whole country like this?"

"That's right."

"Then don't worry." Creek laughed, "I have sent Reina to investigate before. Except for our Keen Territory, the harvest in other areas this year should not be much different from previous years. In other words, the harvest of grain The price should be about the same.”

Butler Leighton was stunned. He thought for a long time, and finally understood it, and couldn't help laughing.

Since the harvest of the entire principality is similar to that of previous years, then the super bumper harvest of Keen County will naturally make a lot of money!

"Great! The finances of the territory will be much more abundant next year!"

Crick smiled and nodded. Although the money he won in the Void Mask Amusement Park has not been used up, for a territory, it still depends on its own production to be stable and reassuring.

As long as the agricultural income of the territory can maintain the current level, he is confident that within five years, Keen County will be built into the most prosperous barony in the entire Thunder Principality. If he is given ten years, I believe that even the Viscountry may not be able to catch up with this place. If he is given twenty years, this mere barony is enough to compete with those powerful earls who can influence the country's major policies!

Time is on his side.

The three of them laughed and came down from the observation tower and returned to the castle.

In every field of Baron Keen's territory, the farmers were happy and worried.

The joy was naturally because of the good harvest.

The worry was that it would rain in the last period before the harvest.

As we all know, the harvest season is most afraid of rain. Once it rains, the quality of the grain will decline. And the wet grain needs more time to dry, which will consume more time and energy. If it is not dried enough, it will mold and deteriorate and cannot be sold at a high price.

"The barn in the village is not big enough!"

"Why not build a barn now and expand the threshing ground?"

Similar words appeared in the mouths of the village chiefs of each village, and the petition was soon delivered to the lord.

Creek would naturally not refuse such a request. He also contacted his two knights and suggested that they also seize the last free time before the harvest to build a barn and expand the threshing ground.

He had a high prestige in the territory. With one order, the residents of several villages took action together and devoted themselves to the construction work.

Fortunately, this time it was really blessed by the goddess of harvest. There was no rain in the next half month.

Taking advantage of this rare dryness, the autumn harvest work was carried out intensively. Because of the large harvest, the original manpower was insufficient, and Creek had to temporarily hire manpower to speed up the autumn harvest.

Fortunately, just on the third day after the autumn harvest work was completed, a heavy rain swept the entire south.

In the heavy rain, I don’t know how many farmers shed tears, and I don’t know how many lords sighed. But it is certain that the farmers and lords of Keen Territory were not among them.

At this time, they were already preparing for this year’s harvest festival.

The people of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest also got the news soon and rushed here.

They claimed that this harvest came from the gift of the goddess, and called on the people of Keen Territory to believe in the goddess, so that they could be blessed and have the next harvest.

Lena, who had been bribed by Creek and changed her career to be his scout, quickly got the news and reported it to Creek.

"My lord, what do you think we should do?" Knight Howard James frowned and asked at the high-level meeting of Baron Keane.

He is not a believer of the goddess of harvest, and he does not believe that this year's harvest has anything to do with the goddess.

As we all know, since the failure of the last battle with the goddess of wealth, the goddess of harvest has been quite quiet in recent years, and there has been no major action. To say that she would specially bless a region without even a temple and grant such a good harvest... Now, Knight James' intelligence is not high, but don't treat him as a fool!

Moreover, the goddess of harvest has blessed some places over the years, but who has heard that the areas blessed by her can have a good harvest of three or four hundred kilograms per mu?

Creek smiled slightly, but his eyes were a little cold.

The territory can have a good harvest, not only because of the advancement of technology, but also because of the hard work of farmers. The Church of the Goddess of Harvest did nothing, but wanted to jump out and pick peaches now. How could he agree!

They are greedy for the credit of heaven, and they are not afraid that they will be crushed to death by the credit!

But he did not rush to make a conclusion, but asked his subordinates first.

"Forget it, everyone is just for fun..." Butler Leighton is obviously a ****. Seeing the big harvest, he is in a good mood and does not want to fall out with the Church of the Goddess of Harvest.

"Well... I think it's better to take the opportunity to get along with them?" Charles, the son of the late Knight Divol Ous, the young Knight of Ous, suggested.

This proposal was agreed by many people. After all, the Goddess of Harvest is a very influential god. If you can take the opportunity to get along with her church, it would be good.

Creek did not comment, and turned to look at the chief priest of the Church of the Void Mask.

This chief priest was recently replaced. His name is Milomon and he is a werewolf. It is said that he is not only skilled, but also very smart.

Facing Creek's inquiring gaze, the former outstanding scout of the Orc Empire, the current local priest of the Void Mask Church, and the gourmet Mr. Milomon smiled and put forward his own suggestions.

"Since we have such a good harvest here, but other places have suffered disasters, shouldn't we contact those disaster-stricken places?" He said, "The goddess's 'gift'..."

Crick's eyes suddenly lit up.