I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 275 275. The Granary of the Land of Greed

Inside the necklace are some mumblings recorded by Miffyne.

To be precise, it is a memory that he lost a long time ago from the Church of the Mother Earth, a ballad:

"The knight who holds the scales and rides on a black horse..."

"Accompanied by winged insects."

"Devouring all fruits and seedlings on the ground."

After reading this passage that looks a bit like a ritual of a demonic sect, Kloya's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Because this ballad...to be more precise, it should be a prophecy, predicting the coming famine, locusts all over the earth, and the death that will follow.

At this moment, his premonition is warning wildly, and it is obvious that the authenticity of this prophecy is extremely high, and it will definitely happen in the future.

Well, hunger and locusts...even the ancient dynasties in his previous world would have a very difficult time dealing with them, and this is even for famous ministers and wise kings.

What about this world?

If you think about it for a while, you will know what kind of difficult situation it is.

He thought for a while and said everything he could say about the things in the necklace.

"The current situation is..."

After hearing this, Oak and Samir said in unison:

"When we were building the Earth Academy, we encountered a situation where the earth was suffering from hunger!"

"Why didn't we care about it at that time?"

Both the man and the tree were extremely upset. Obviously, that matter was so important, but it was ignored as a slightly rare thing.

It was still Miffin who spoke: "That should be the influence of divine power. In fact, the power of the Earth Mother Goddess originally has the power to cover and conceal."

When Kroya heard him say this, he suddenly remembered the sea god Barley that he had transformed. He asked with a move in his heart: "Does the power of the Mother Goddess have the effect of repelling magic power?"

Miffin nodded silently: "Yes."

"The power of the earth embraces and tolerates, of course, it also isolates and repels. In fact, your miracle is blessed with these effects."

-He was referring to the golden apple dream, the power that trapped the god Moss.

"I see."

The power of Poseidon's barley, and the rice, corn, and beans that could not be transformed into magic crops that were seen one after another...

Those crops all have the power of the Earth Mother.

Indistinctly, Cloya always felt that there seemed to be a secret thread connecting these things, and it was very likely related to the current situation.

But it was strange that ordinary crops were also withering now, or...the more ordinary the crops, the more they could not accept the sudden changes in the earth and withered.

Those powerful magic plants, especially elemental magic plants, can continue to live as long as the magic power still exists and the sun's light is still shining.

It's like the difference between nobles and ordinary people-the former have too many ways to resist disasters, while the latter have no ability to resist risks.

Does the Earth Mother really want to clean up ordinary people? But if ordinary people are gone, who will give her so much faith?

You have to know that the number of ordinary people who believe in gods is definitely much greater than that of nobles and wizards. After all, religious belief itself is a spiritual sustenance.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the people in the conference room: "Since it has already happened, it is useless to be upset. What we have to face now is hunger and death."

"Fortunately, I have always been prepared."

As a time traveler, he likes to hoard food very much. This has become a habit of his. A full bag of food will give him a different sense of satisfaction.

For this reason, he not only carried out large-scale farming and development in the North, but also prepared a granary in another place.

He clapped his hands.

In the center of the conference room, a huge projection sand table was immediately put up. It was the scenery of the entire North, which was detailed to every tree and every stone, and it was updated in real time.

"Now there are a total of 130 villages in the North, with a total population of about 600,000."

In terms of the area of ​​the North, 600,000 people is not a lot at all, but there is no way, after all, too many people died in that snowstorm.

Even if he has been working hard to introduce population, it is a long process to develop, which can be completed in a few years, more than ten years, or even decades.

"I will let people build their own granaries based on villages, and the granaries will distribute food from villages, and the food belongs to each village."

As he spoke, a golden granary appeared in the air of each village.

Kroya knew very well that even if he said he had food, it would be better to let people see the food in front of him.

He would never allow the North to be messed up because of food, so he decided to distribute the food stored in the underground warehouse of Hanjiao Island to each village, and let the village and the people in the village use it freely.

There may be some problems in doing so, but he believes that the village chief he has trained for so long and the apprentices who patrol the North can handle these things.

As long as he does the right thing, he requires his subordinates to do the right thing, otherwise he can only whip them forward.

When he expressed his thoughts, the apprentices were fine, but Mifeiyin's face began to twitch.

The prince and bishop couldn't help but ask: "Kroya, how much food are you going to give out?"

"Although your idea is good, if all the food is distributed, we will be in trouble."

Miffy is in charge of the grain production areas in the north, and of course he is aware of the annual grain surplus. In fact, the accumulated grain surplus is not very large, and a large part of it is sold outside.

Plus the usual consumption, how much is left?

His suggestion is actually very pertinent and important. Only by maintaining Hanjiao Island can the situation in the north be better maintained from collapse.

Croya just smiled mysteriously.

"It seems it's time to let you take a look at my own private territory."

"Everyone, please don't be surprised."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tower spirit had already taken the cornerstone of the space teleportation magic array and built the teleportation magic array in the middle of the conference room on the spot.

Anyone with a bit of knowledge is shocked - aren't the spatial magic patterns of the magic circle and the coordinates they represent clearly the territory of the devil?

A space teleportation magic circle from the lower plane?

They felt like their brains were going to explode.

Fortunately, they have all experienced many big things. If they weren't in front of Croya now, they wouldn't even show their surprise.

About ten minutes later, a portal composed of orange light slowly took shape. Croya walked in first, and the others quickly followed him.

Once inside, when they adapted to the fluctuations of the space and saw what was in front of them, they were even more surprised——

There is a lush field in front of me, and the distance between crops is almost close together. Corn, wheat, rice...all kinds of crops can be seen everywhere here, and they grow very well.

What is even more shocking is the huge glass tower in the distance that is hundreds of meters high and has a radius of thirty or forty meters.

Through the glass, you can clearly see that it is filled with corn kernels, rice, flour... and various fruits and vegetables.

Immeasurable amounts of food are placed in different categories in the tower, and the colors are brighter and more dazzling than any magical creation.

A tower of food!

If you ignore the dark sky and the faint smell of demons in the air, this is a beautiful land that can make anyone look at it.

"..."

They were all stunned and speechless.

"Isn't this the devil's territory?"

Miffin and Orpheus Oak already felt a little dizzy. They are the two people (trees) who know the situation of this special plane like the lower plane best.

You must know that the lower plane does not have complete sunlight, clear water flow, and clean soil to form a planting environment, so farming cannot be done at all.

Any crops that reach the lower plane will either die or mutate.

What is the result? A complete field!

Croya smiled proudly: "Of course it was modified by me. Didn't you see the magic field grapevines crawling inside the crops?"

After he said this, everyone finally noticed that there were light blue grapevines entwining the bottom of all the crops in this field.

That was the magic field grapevine that the apprentices had not seen for a long time.

Since Cloya started farming and improving the environment, the magic field grape vines have basically served as special fields on several islands.

I didn't expect to see them here.

"You mean, the magic field grape vines can adapt to the devil's environment?" Jamie couldn't help but ask.

"It's not just about adapting." Croya motioned for them to follow. The group of people walked hard on the path in the middle of the field, with various crops growing extremely lush on both sides.

It is simply intoxicating to be surrounded by life and smell the fragrance of food.

When they came to an area planted with rice, Croya bent down and picked up a magic field grapevine, pointed at it and said, "It is transforming this place."

You can see flowing water inside the crystal clear light blue magic field grapevine, which seems a little turbid, like salt water.

Irrigating with salt water for farming?

When the turbid salt water drips to the ground, it will splash up "dust" visible to the naked eye, and there seems to be a voice shouting furiously.

——That consciousness is actually the consciousness of the gluttonous demon that still remains in this land. Although the demon has died long ago, its greed still remains here.

It can only be suppressed by using the "Salt Stake" of the Salt Mountain Knights.

This is a long job, and even though Croya has been working on it for five years, he still needs to use salt water every day to suppress the devil's consciousness.

I don’t know how long it will take to completely eliminate the demon’s consciousness and turn this land into a truly fertile soil. For this reason, most of the magic field grape vines were sent here.

The consciousness of the magic field grapevine will protect and nourish these crops, and use its own power to resist the demonic consciousness that is not suppressed by salt.

What needs to be explained here is: when the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce sold the Magic Field Grapevine, it actually cut off all its ways to become an elf.

This is a necessary monopoly method for the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce.

But this kind of consciousness of resisting the gluttonous demon day after day, year after year, although difficult for the Magic Field Grape Vine, is also a very rare training.

It is even about to give birth to grape elves.

Croya gently stroked the Magic Field Grapevine. The Magic Field Grapevine has been helping him since he started farming, and now it has helped him open up a field in the Demon World.

"Thank you~"

His voice penetrated into the astral body of the Demon Field Grape Vine.

On the side, other people had scattered, looking around in wonder.

Everyone's face is full of excitement and joy. All the crops here are full of vitality, and there are no disadvantages such as stunted growth caused by dense planting.

After a while, Croya called them together and said: "The land here is very special. After I transformed the land through the magic field grape vines, it can mature almost once a month."

"And the yield per acre is no worse than outside."

"Anyway, you have nothing to do, so you just picked the crops here. I'm going to make arrangements outside."

After saying that, he waved his hand and left in a cool mess.

Only a group of people who held important positions in various places in the north were left, and the trees smiled helplessly and began to pick them seriously.

While they were picking, they felt that something was not quite right - why did they feel that there was something that did not match the field at all?

For example, there is a tree growing on the ground, with branches that look like roasted chicken legs, bloodshot meat steaks, meatballs and fruits... and even wine flowing in the tree stump.

Strange, but not so strange. They had eaten at the cafeteria in the submarine base. They thought it was carefully processed by the chefs, but they didn't expect it to be grown on the ground?

The land can grow roasted meat.

When can I have such a dream...

…

The other side.

The order from Yuhan Reef Island has been conveyed to various villages in the north, and magic pattern iron that can keep the food from becoming moldy and fresh to the maximum extent is also distributed.

You only need to build the granary and stick these irons inside the granary to ensure that there will be no problems with the storage of grain.

This is a benefit that Croya gives them, allowing them to build their own granary with their own hands, so that they can have a real sense of participation.

But what he didn't expect was...

After the order was conveyed, all the lords and village chiefs wrote back: "We don't need food. If Hanjiao Island wants to increase food taxes, we can cooperate."

There are also handprints of everyone in the village attached below, which means that they are not forcing it - anyone who dares to force it in the north is indeed seeking death.

When Ta Ling placed all the more than one hundred replies in front of Croya, Croya, who was busy, was stunned.

He couldn't help but ask Taling: "Is this true?"

"Of course." Taling replied seriously: "These are the thoughts of the people under your rule, and you should be able to feel the abundant emotions in them."

However, even so, Croya still couldn't believe it: "Then do they have enough food?"

"Don't worry, I have left sensors in every piece of magic pattern iron sent to each village. You will get the results soon."

"...Then, I'll just wait and see."

He continued to deal with the complicated work - if a disaster really happened outside, especially a locust plague, then he would definitely have to arrange a plan to deal with the disaster.

Try to suppress the locust plague before it hatches.

Here, he is working hard and planning.

The entire northern border took action.

As long as every household has all the young and middle-aged labor force, they start to build granaries according to the guidance of the construction instructors who come to each village.

In fact, the materials and appearance of the granary have basically no impact. The important thing is the magic pattern iron given by Croya. As long as it can be fully covered, even a layer of soil will be effective.

But people still built the granary very seriously, even almost rigorously - the young adults dug out the mud and stones that could be built, and the women and old people handled the materials. The children had no intention of playing anymore. Follow the adults to help.

The grass and roots inside each stone will be cleaned, and the construction will be extremely pious, and the granary will be worshiped.

The women smoothed the inside of the granary inch by inch, and then carefully applied the magic pattern iron that Croa gave them.

The exquisite coldness of the magic creation and the warm-toned granary walls form an extremely sharp contrast, just like steel protecting the soft heart.

When the granary is built and reviewed, each household will take out the food and meat they have stored, register with the village chief one by one, and put it into the granary.

They really believed that this granary could protect their food. Basically, they only kept what they needed daily at home and handed over all the rest.

During this period, people who had time and leisure often went out to hunt and look for fruits in the wild, and stored more food in granaries.

Seeing the inside of the granary gradually filling up, all of them felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.

Finally, a month later.

All the granaries in the one hundred and thirty villages in the north were built, and the tower spirit showed the images it obtained to Croya, who had finished the work and was resting——

Inside the cold and glowing blue granary, different grains were piled up and sorted into categories, and each pile of grain was marked with who handed it in.

To be honest, from Croya's perspective it was a bit messy.

But with so many different grains, it represents the trust of each family. It is simply impossible to ask farmers to hand over the grain they have stored.

As a result, the Northern Territory really did it, and all the 130 villages did it, and no one doubted his decision.

He looked at those fragmentary pictures, feeling happy in his heart, and said to Talling who was acting as a pillow next to him:

"Tower Spirit, I finally feel the responsibility of a lord now - although I treated them well before, everything was for the sake of stability and development.

But now I feel that I really need to protect them."

The tower spirit just nudged Kloya without saying anything.

It was processing some data given to it by the tower spirit of Ilister Mage Tower. Those data were encrypted by the latter's special algorithm, and only it could fully master these algorithms to interpret them.

And the things contained in those algorithms seemed to be...

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

What exactly is that?

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