Lord of Plenty

There is naturally a rich mother tree hidden over there at Blue Star.

Otherwise, where did Kun get these biological samples for Xiao Fengsheng's experiments? There would be no parasitized cicadas brought out of the Gate of Fengsheng.

Even if it is placed in the spirit's ecological box, even if it is sealed in the time and space, it will be reduced to ashes the moment it passes through the door.

That door strictly prohibits any mature life except Kun and Seed from entering.

And Kun has always suspected that that door is not only special to him, but that in the eyes of this door, he is also an immature seed.

Since it is a seed, it can pass through the gate safely.

But this matter cannot be thought about carefully and deeply.

After tutoring Xiao Fengsheng with his daily homework and playing with him for a while, Kun left the sacred tree space under the castle and returned to the study to handle daily official duties.

"A viscount died. Little Joel and Jose took action. He was also imprisoned by other nobles who came quickly to support. Are you going to escort him to the royal capital for an explanation?"

Kun, who had his head down to attend to official duties, asked without raising his head.

As soon as he got the news, he hurried over. Vittorio, whose forehead was covered with sweat, said with a wry smile:

"I still admire the intelligence of those idiots. Once they are encouraged, they dare to do anything and do it without taking human life seriously.

It's okay now. You even risked your own life, but it left us a mess. "

Kun was silent, but the pen in his hand stopped.

Old Tate glanced at Kun's face and said helpfully:

"In fact, this matter is not entirely due to little Joel's impulsiveness. After all, his father, who had been secretly snooping, was hanged in front of him. If it were me, I would fight tooth and nail.

But this matter must have involved Jose causing trouble behind the scenes. Little Joel has always been a steady kid, and I have always been very optimistic about him. "

In the eyes of Old Tate, Little Joel is the best candidate to succeed him in charge of the Lord's Guard in the future. He only needs to be a good steward of Kun.

As for the rights of the escort, he didn't care. Now that he had it in his hands, he just felt that there was no suitable candidate to take over the territory.

Although Xiaonia is more talented, her future achievements will be even greater.

But his temper is too wild, and he is not a master who can sit still. It is okay for a while, but it is just a dream in the rest of his life.

The most important thing is that Kun also thinks that Joel is very suitable and has no objection to the arrangement of Old Tate.

But now little Joel has made a big mistake.

It is taboo for nobles to kill nobles by common people, and it is the most serious crime.

At a small scale, it is illegal, but at a larger scale, it is provoking the entire aristocratic system. No noble can tolerate this kind of behavior.

As for the other party, to put it bluntly, there is nothing wrong with him, at least on the surface.

Do you need any more reason to hang one of your own slaves?

Not happy, the weather is bad, I am happy.

Slaves are private property, have no human rights, and are not protected by the laws of the kingdom. They can be disposed of however they want.

Not to mention being hanged, even if it was cut, chopped, and eaten with wine, there was no room for criticism from others, let alone being killed at the door of one's own home.

So regardless of whose guard or person this person is, the nobles also have evidence and have reason to ask for an explanation.

"Hmph, in a situation like this, shouldn't the prisoner be executed immediately? Who are they asking for an explanation from, and what explanation are they asking for?

I still feel that as a noble, I should deal with the idiots below immediately, and then everyone should take a step back, how about you and me? "

Kun slowly raised his head and smiled brightly:

"Tate, Vittorio, look at this lord's face. Do you see the words "I am reasonable and I am easy to bully" written on my face?

Vittorio wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and said solemnly:

"I haven't thought about it like this since the day I stepped into this castle, and I still don't think about it today."

It's just that I was shaken a little bit.

But now, even the most humble and ignorant slave who first came here with this master would not think so, let alone him.

"I have already said about this matter that whoever reaches out to chop off his hands will behead his head, but in the end he was soft-hearted and did not show more force, which is why he made a big mistake.

No wonder people over there always say that the only lesson people learn from the past is that people don’t learn anything from the past.

Expecting those short-sighted guys to understand what it means to look to the future is really more difficult than killing them.

You don't have to worry about this.

Aren’t they asking for an explanation? I’ll let the Holy Spirits give them a ‘reasonable’ explanation that they can’t refuse. "

"What about little Joel?"

Sighing, Kun said helplessly:

"In this matter, in the final analysis, Little Joel was implicated in the plan to lay the teleportation array promoted by the Harvest Territory, otherwise those guys wouldn't have targeted him.

I will issue a mission to the Holy Spirit to rescue little Joel.

Even if people in the Harvest Territory make mistakes, they must be punished by themselves, and it is not their turn to comment. "

Old Tate was immediately relieved. It seemed that the young master did not take the fact that Little Joel killed a nobleman to heart.

In fact, this matter is very taboo for any noble lord.

Old Tate still likes that miserable kid Little Joel.

Of course, there are many people who are suffering, and Old Tate’s favoring of little Joel is not just because this child is pitiful.

Just as Vittorio was about to say goodbye and leave, he was stopped by Kun.

"You said that the news was told to you by Count Lasse, so did he know about it in advance?"

"He... said that he was excluded from this plan because he had been close to Fengrao Territory recently, and he was not aware of it.

He got the news from other channels only after the incident, and informed me immediately."

"Tell him that whether he knew about this matter in advance or not, my patience is only once.

Next time, I will sweep him and those fools who dared to attack Fengrao Territory into the garbage dump.

Don't say that I didn't warn you.

I didn't remember this sentence wrongly."

"Yes, sir, I will tell him your words verbatim."

Vittorio bowed and left, and Kun dropped his pen, walked to the window, and looked at the scene outside the window.

From this window in the study, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Emerald Heart.

The bustling main street is crowded with players wearing various professional equipment, and in the farther direction is the place that is being expanded for the refugees, which looks more messy and simple.

But the situation is very different from when these refugees first arrived, with only tattered clothes and a shed to live in. The lives of these people are getting better day by day.

There are enough jobs in Fengrao Territory for them to support themselves.

Medicines, food, and clothes are also very sufficient.

In addition, there are enough professionals here to deter, and theft, robbery, and even rape, which are very common problems among refugees, are completely eliminated.

After contacting local residents during this period, they learned that they were lucky to come to such a beautiful place.

These refugees are all 100% motivated to comply with these "weird" rules set by the adult in Fengrao Territory as much as possible.

What is not allowed to be big or small, keep yourself and the surroundings clean, just to stay here, stay in Fengrao Territory.

"Master."

Old Tate, who saw that Kun was a little sad, comforted him:

"You don't have to bear all this alone, maybe you need a listener?"

Kun shook his head.

"Just let me stay alone for a while, just for a while."

"As you wish, young master."

Looking out the window, Kun just felt that little Joel must be very sad now.

Still a little confused.

What overall situation, what plan, what consideration, are all bullshit.

No matter what the reason, it was because of his decision that a child lost his beloved father.

When the wheels of the carriage rolled over, the people sitting in the car would naturally not scream, but the weeds that were ruthlessly crushed by the wheels would feel pain and scream.

It is ridiculous that Kun, who is sitting in the car, pity these weeds.

But on the other hand, isn't it more ridiculous that the crushed weeds think that the people who pity them are worrying about nothing?

As a rich wizard, Kun deeply loves all the fresh lives in this world, smart, cute, beautiful, and ugly.

He also restrains himself from destroying these fresh lives.

It is very simple to destroy a life. With a magic, not even ashes can be left.

But if you want to create a life, it is too difficult. This is the authority of the Creator, and it is difficult for mortals to peek.

Even the Mother Tree of Fertility, to put it bluntly, is just copying life, not creating life.

Even the Mother Tree of Life, which is revered as the God of All Gods and the Mother of All Living Things, has only three races that were born from it.

These lives are like the stars that caught his eyes when he was alone looking up at the starry sky when he was a child.

After a long distance of tens of billions of light years and countless years, they met and fell at this moment.

Every ray of starlight is so bright, so unique, and shining.

The life in front of me is also like this, spanning tens of millions of years and hundreds of millions of years, and it has continued to this day.

It can be said that every existing life is a living history book of years, a unique existence.

Kun is not pitying, but respecting.

Respect every living life.

Just as he respects himself and the truth.

But, there are always people who want to trample on all this.

Trampling on life, trampling on respect, trampling on conscience...

These fools who think they are extremely smart are bad without knowing it.

Is this also the law of nature?

Kun is a little confused.

The more you know and the more you understand, the more confused you become.

The world is a circle, a big circle inside a small circle.

And this vicious circle contains all sentient beings in this world.

Smart, stupid, kind, evil, like ice and fire, collide with each other, snap and nothing is left, cancel each other out, annihilate each other, and it is difficult to find a way out.

The gods sitting high in the starry sky would never have thought that their way out is in the mortal world, in those ants they look down on.

But where is the way out for people?

The starry sky, or the gods?

This world is really a big vicious circle.