I dominate the magic world by farming

In the study room.

Field was wearing a golden-red loose robe, leaning on the back of a chair, his figure exuding a calm and lazy air.

But upon closer inspection, his brows were slightly furrowed, but his body shape did not reveal any signs of relaxation.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the three people in front of the desk, Tris, Viserys and Felix.

"Is the problem of corpses in the Eastern Continent really that serious?"

Hearing this, the three of them nodded in unison.

Field frowned, the situation in the Eastern Continent was not optimistic.

At first, only small villages were attacked, but now large villages are also being attacked.

The Magic Spirit, the Knights Alliance, the Forest of Elves, etc. are overwhelmed.

Field couldn't help but complain, did he memorize it like this? Could it be that he has a non-chief physique?

The plague of corpses in the Eastern Continent would have erupted sooner or later, but it happened after the Apocalypse Kingdom found a passage leading to the Eastern Continent.

Forget about the outbreak of ghouls!

But why did the plague of corpses suddenly become serious less than three years after the Kingdom of Apocalypse entered the Eastern Continent?

Specifically for the Kingdom of Apocalypse?

Field curled his lips, feeling dissatisfied and helpless.

"You guys go down and rest!"

The three nodded slightly, turned and left.

Field raised his left hand and held it on his forehead.

The situation in the Eastern Continent is not optimistic, but for the caravans, it is not impossible to trade.

But he was afraid that the person behind the zombies would be targeted and deliberately ambush the caravan.

The label of the Western Continent is particularly eye-catching.

"How about the caravan stop trading?"

Field shook his head decisively, unwilling to give up!

It would be a pity to give up on such a vast market in the Eastern Continent.

After thinking about it, Field wanted to find a compromise!

Give up some of your interests and ensure the safety of the caravan!

The caravan delivers the goods to the outpost of the Eastern Continent. If the Eastern Continent needs the strength of the goods, it can form its own team to go to the outpost to get the goods.

Suddenly, Field's left hand that was holding his forehead dropped.

…

Late autumn is approaching, and the fragrance of wheat filling the air informs the Apocalypse Kingdom that the autumn harvest is coming.

In the golden wheat fields, there are scattered figures of farmers.

They were hunched over, holding iron sickles in their hands, harvesting wheat.

In the late autumn season, the wind feels cool and refreshing.

But there was no cool expression on the farmer's face. Beads of sweat formed lines and slid down from the farmer's face.

However, the negative emotions of labor such as distress and impatience are not present on the faces of farmers.

On the contrary, there is a feeling of fullness and abundance.

"Come on! Harvest all the wheat before the autumn rain comes!"

The sound was like ripples on calm water, spreading in all directions.

After saying this, the farmer supervisor continued to bend down and joined the harvesting army.

Similar scenes occurred in various provinces of the Apocalypse Kingdom, not even just the Apocalypse Kingdom.

Eastern continent.

Near the outpost.

"Gus, when the autumn harvest is over this year, will you be able to accumulate enough points and escape from slavery?"

The middle-aged man named Gus scratched his head honestly, "Hey hey hey~"

"I really envy you. You are the first to get rid of your status as a slave. Unlike us, it will take a long time to collect all the points!"

"Don't be discouraged, one day is not far away!"

Suddenly, Gus's happy eyes were filled with a trace of worry, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Hey~"

"You are about to be freed from slavery, and you are still sighing!"

"I'm worried that the noble gentlemen are deceiving us."

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads in frustration.

Getting rid of the slave body, whether it is the Eastern Continent or the Western Continent, is an extremely difficult thing.

Unless you have outstanding abilities or outstanding extraordinary talents, you are favored by the noble lord.

There is no other way!

But the gentlemen at the outpost changed the norm and established a points system.

As long as you complete the corresponding tasks, you can get points, and if you have enough points, you will be free.

With his strong body and down-to-earth character, Gus became the first slave to be released from slavery.

"Gus, I don't think so! When have you ever seen a nobleman treat his slaves so kindly!"

"I think so!"

…

"Gus, if this is true! Where are you going to go after you regain your freedom?"

Hearing this, Gus was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of confusion.

yes! Where should he go?

When he was still a slave, he had only one idea: to get rid of the slave body with a firm goal.

He was about to regain his freedom, but he was confused!

"I...I don't know where to go either?"

After a moment of hesitation, Gus's honest voice sounded again.

"If possible, I would like to stay at the outpost!"

Hearing this, everyone was startled, and then their faces showed surprise.

The outpost has ample food, warm houses, and no fear of starvation or cold. It is indeed a place that ordinary people yearn for to live.

"Maybe you can stay here..."

…

As night falls, the day's work ends.

Gus got his wish in exchange for one point and met the conditions for free agency.

in the spacious square.

The slaves who had just finished dinner and were about to rest were brought here.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, maybe it has something to do with Gus getting rid of being a slave!"

The square was crowded and buzzing with people!

You guessed it right, Alex gathered all the slaves just for Gus.

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