Lord: I Am Raising A Girl In The World Of Pain

"Hoo~"

A large ball of flame burst out from the scroll and set the two corpses on fire.

The flames burned the corpse of the corrupted deer until it creaked.

But...that's all. The used scroll lost its magic luster and turned into a piece of paper.

There were no spectacular special effects, nor the ghostly flames of the dragon-breeding wolf that destroyed the world. Field felt like he had watched a fire-breathing acrobatic show, not even as exciting as a gas tank explosion.

"I seem to have wasted ten gold coins." Field realized later and was suddenly sweating.

Although the damage of magic scrolls is very low, the market price of first-level magic scrolls is about fifteen gold coins, and antique-level magic scrolls are worth about ten gold coins, which is not cheap at all.

Asuna spit out a small piece of her tongue and said with a smile: "How can it be a waste? We have learned about the power of the magic scroll. Just like you said, practice brings true knowledge. Besides, this is also the first time I have seen a magic scroll. ,very funny."

This little girl is very sensible and actually steps down for herself.

"I just mentioned it once, thank you for remembering it." Infected by her positive attitude, Field smiled and patted Asuna on the head.

There are 24 magic scrolls in the box. Excluding the ones used by Field, it is expected to sell for 230 gold coins, which is an extremely rich harvest.

Picking up garbage is also quite interesting, Field thought to himself, he can make a lot of money just by going for a walk.

Due to the special environment of the North, there are very few adventurers who dare to go deep here, so there are also many good things left.

Back at the territory, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Field was back safe and sound.

After all, if something happens to the lord, they will be killed by the death haze that day. Besides, Lord Field is a very good man, and the slaves thought to themselves that they hoped that Field would be their lord forever so that they could have enough to eat and live like a god.

"Ah! It's the head of a goblin!" Gouzhao, a free citizen with more experience, exclaimed, "I have seen these dirty little things in big cities. They can even breed with sows and then give birth to a baby. Pile of little goblins.”

"Yes, these are the monsters that attacked the territory." Field threw the Goblin's head on the ground and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands: "We have avenged the dead, and we hope they can return to the embrace of the goddess."

"Long live my lord!"

"Thank you Lord Lord!"

The slaves burst into tears of gratitude. It felt so good to be respected for their right to life. They didn't have to worry about being killed by hateful monsters at night.

Although Field was not motivated by human rights, he was just trying to eliminate threats so that slaves could work well. But this does not hinder the gratitude of the slaves. Generally, the lords do not care about the life and death of the slaves. They only consider whether to eat apple soup or cherry soup at night.

"Let's break up, go back and rest." Field was also tired.

After solving the goblin problem, Field clapped his hands and thought of another important thing.

That was the poor performance of the guards when the goblins attacked. The patrolling guards hid somewhere and slept, and the rest of the resting guards had nothing to do with themselves. If the manservant Cun Guan hadn't gone to wake up a few guards, the entire territory would have been slaughtered and none of these guards would have appeared.

“If we don’t strengthen the territory’s military strength, we won’t even be able to sleep peacefully.”

Ashina's words alone will definitely not be able to take care of the entire territory.

After Field finished planning, he recorded it in words that only he knew, and then lay down on the bed. The broken floors and windows of the large winery immediately made a "creak" sound, and from time to time there was an unpleasant wind blowing from the cracks in the bricks. Blow in.

"The house needs to be repaired as soon as possible." Field covered his ears in despair and buried his head in the quilt. Only the quilt retained the fragrance of civilized society.

The next day, after the tortured Field finished eating the bread with blueberry sauce, he gathered all the soldiers, including the demihuman cavalry who could not yet ride a horse.

"Stand up straight," Field scolded in a stern voice.

The guards knew that their performance last night was very bad, and they shrank their necks in fear. Some of them were even scared to the point of peeing. They thought they were going to be hanged, but they did not dare to say a word. From time to time, they peeked at Field's face, hoping to see something. Clues.

Field had planned to drag out the derelict fool and give him thirty lashes in front of everyone. But when he saw that many people were sallow and thin, with neat ribs, and even staggered about to fall just wearing armor, Field gave up his unrealistic idea.

Instead of thirty lashes, just ten lashes can whip them back into their mother's womb. Even if they don't die, they will be paralyzed for a few months. To save them, you have to take precious potions, and the only one who loses is yourself.

The most important thing is that if they are killed, there will be fewer suitable soldiers among the remaining slaves.

Field rubbed his brows and comforted himself. The guards had two pieces of rye bran bread the size of a fist a day and had no salary, freedom, or wives. Ask yourself, from their perspective, Field himself is unwilling to work hard.

"The guards on patrol last night ran six times around the territory, and those who did not come out to assemble ran three times. This is punishment. Don't try to cheat."

"Huh~" the guards breathed a sigh of relief, and many even laughed.

Although I don’t understand why the lord is so keen on running, running is so comfortable compared to whipping that can plow a bloody hole.

"I love running." A guard smiled and dropped his weapon and took off his armor.

"Wait a minute, put on the leather armor and run. In addition, everyone must carry weapons." Field emphasized. Before they could show their despair, Field added in a devilish and bewitching tone, "If it can be completed before noon, Everyone gets a slice of bacon.”

Supplementing nutrition is a must.

"bacon?"

"Mom! What did I hear?"

"Is today a holiday? Our beloved lord!"

The previous complaints in the stomach instantly entered the intestines and turned into farts. The guards quickly changed into leather armor, shouldered their weapons, and started running like crazy. The scene was extremely lively, attracting frequent glances from the surrounding slaves who were dealing with the corrupted farmland.

The remaining ten or so people looked at each other in confusion, and their mouths watered when they thought of bacon. Finally, Bobcat mustered up the courage and asked cautiously: "What about us? Sir, we can also run."

Field glanced around and saw that those left behind were all elites among the guards. Many of them had killed more than ten carrion corpses. Field raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't have to run. You were one of the few people who came out to assemble last night. Bacon." You deserve it. I have a new training program for you, called Zhanjunzi. If you do well, you will be rewarded with an extra egg."

"Gudong~"

Hearing the eggs, there was another swallowing sound.