Emperor of Arcane

August 25th.

Bay collar.

Farm base.

clear.

The scorching sun is spreading light and heat to its heart's content.

The tall rice plants are rolling in the wind.

A different kind of red is dotted around the farm.

The first batch of vigorously growing Oriental red-leaf mulberries have ushered in the season of ripe fruit.

The red-purple mulberries are plump and attractive, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Birds hovered in the sky, and hunters lurked quietly in the treetops.

This scene fell in the eyes of the pickers, adding a lot of talk and laughter to them.

Matthew looked thoughtfully at several slender golems.

Under the control of the pickers, they flexibly shuttle through the layers of red leaves, and their four slender arms accurately cut off the ripe fruits.

"Hey hey" Zhi Le's macaron happily recorded various data.

In his opinion, there are still many areas for improvement in the brand new picking golem.

Moreover, he also came up with an idea that can be called genius.

"As the number of golem types continues to increase, the workload of various changes and improvements will become larger and larger."

"In order to better bring out the excellent characteristics of these golems, while making some physical improvements, their golem cores can be solidified and improved..."

What Macaron said was quite complicated, mixed with the principles of various spells and golems, which made Yaya feel a little dizzy.

Matthew could clearly understand the meaning of Macaron’s words and summed it up in two sentences:

"Golems can also continue to grow, using their independent growth to replace part of the dull data processing work."

"Future improvements to the golem can be strengthened and upgraded in batches..."

To put it simply, strengthen the intelligence of these engineering golems and turn them into magic versions of intelligent robots.

Moreover, for these engineering golems to complete part of the work of self-growth, the most critical part is still in the hands of the territory.

Although the possibility of betrayal by the golem is very low, Matthew is still willing to hold a hand.

Thousands of oriental red-leaf mulberries produced more mulberries than expected.

Matthew grabbed a handful, selected a few, and tasted them. They were sour, sweet, and quite delicious.

More importantly, the rich magic smell not only makes the mulberry taste better, but also slowly nourishes the body.

For professionals, these oriental red-leaf mulberries are a pretty good magical food.

Seeing the harvest of mulberries and the joyful faces of every picker, the corners of Matthew's mouth curled up slightly.

More than half a year has passed, and the efforts have paid off, and the joy of the harvest will gradually spread throughout the territory.

Ya Ya tasted the mulberries beautifully, grabbing a handful with her little paws and stuffing them into her mouth non-stop. Even her teeth turned purple from eating them, and she kept laughing happily.

Beelzebub, who was standing nearby, was looking more at the hard-working picking golem.

They are very fast. With scissor-like hands, they can pick a mulberry tree in three or four minutes with "swiping" strokes.

The fallen mulberries were piled up in sealed boxes one after another.

They were quickly put on carts on small tracks and sent to the farm base as quickly as possible.

The best quality part will be sent to all parts of the territory and become magic food that everyone can taste and redeem.

The remaining part will be used to brew magic wine.

Sera, who was silent, looked at the smiles on everyone's faces. The different feeling silently changed her perception and thinking.

"The first batch of 100,000 Oriental red-leaf mulberry plants can produce an average of 20 kilograms of mulberries. The next batch will mature in 7 days..."

"This is only their first growth cycle. In early spring half a year later, each of them can produce at least 30 kilograms..."

Sean reported all the data in detail, with an undisguised smile on his face.

Everyone tasted the unique taste of mulberries together, with smiles on their faces unconsciously.

The joy of the harvest infected everyone.

Confirming that Dongfanghongyemulang was on the right track, Matthew glanced at the energetic fish in the pond and said with a firm tone and tone:

"Let's work hard together, and life will definitely be better in the future."

“If there is anything that needs improvement, remember to send feedback in time.”

Sean, who was full of confidence, patted his chest and promised: "Please rest assured, Lord, we will all work hard."

Matthew went to several more farm locations, but this time he just took a quick look at them. After confirming that everything was as planned, he felt relieved.

As the Tree of Life grows, the cultivation speed of Oriental Red Leaf Mulberry will become faster and faster, and future expansion plans will be completed at a faster speed.

Don’t these thousands of bright red leaves symbolize the booming development of the Bay Territory?

Just as the Gulf Territory enters its harvest season.

The great arcanist Kenoman, who went to support the dwarf kingdom, returned to the Gulf Territory.

He tasted the sweet and sour mulberries with great novelty, and introduced to Matthew:

"These are the ambassadors of the Dwarf Kingdom. This is Lord Matthew, my disciple."

Matthew made an invitation gesture to several anxious dwarf ambassadors, raised his glass and said with a smile:

"There are also many dwarf adventurers in our territory, and they are all quite reliable. This is the specialty wheat wine of our Gulf Territory. I hope some dwarf brothers will like it."

Wildhammer, who was originally a little anxious, suddenly smelled the unique aroma of wine.

The glutton that had been hiding suddenly popped up, disturbing his thoughts.

Wildhammer no longer thought about it, picked up the wine glass in his hand, glanced at the clear wheat wine, and took a sip of surprise.

The mellow and rich spirit penetrated directly into Wildhammer's stomach like a blazing line of fire.

The indescribable burning sensation went straight to the top of his forehead, causing Wildhammer to subconsciously widen his eyes and said excitedly:

"Good wine! Really good wine!"

The other dwarf ambassadors immediately became interested when they heard what the old drunkard Wildhammer said.

One by one, they all took a sip.

The hot smell of the wine made these dwarves very excited.

They looked at each other, a little light flashing in their eyes.

Seeing this scene, Matthew couldn't help but smile and winked at Beelzebub who was getting ready to go next to him.

"Don't you want to drink? Now is your chance!"

Beelzebub rolled up his sleeves, happily took out a large jar of wine from under the table, and poured it full for every eager dwarf.

The dwarf, who loves fine wine, drank it in one gulp without hesitation.

They grinned and clucked their tongues while staring at Beelzebub with burning eyes.

What are you still doing?

Keep coming!

Beelzebub patted his head, and under their curious gazes, he took out one large wine glass after another and handed them over.

It’s all in words, it’s all in the wine!

The somewhat astonished Grand Arcanist Kenoman took a look at the clear wheat wine in his hand and cast an inquiring look at Matthew:

"How is this going?"

Matthew smiled slightly, without any intention of hiding it:

"I want to do business with the dwarves!"