Lord of Plenty

After releasing the falcon that was delivering the letter, Kun returned to the desk and opened the small cylinder on the desk. As expected, a broken golden insect leg poured out from it.

"It is indeed a holy object. It has such a rich light elemental power."

Countless light elements filled the study, easily dispelling the chill in the room. It was warm, as if soaking in a hot spring. Kun couldn't help but squint his eyes comfortably.

In his perception, this golden insect leg, which was only the size of a little finger joint, exuded a purer elemental power than the crystal core of a high-level light-type monster. It was dazzling, as if a small sun was pinched at the fingertips.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a part of the existence above the third level. As for whether it is the fourth level or higher, Kun cannot judge for the time being.

However, the legend of the Dansu Kingdom said that a terrible legendary undead creature once appeared in the kingdom, causing a thousand miles of scorched earth. In the end, it was destroyed by the knights sent by the Church holding a holy object. This holy object is the golden scarab.

In order to show the majesty and mercy of the goddess, the church did not take the holy object away after the matter was resolved. Instead, it was placed in the church in the capital for believers to admire the miracle.

Kun estimated that the legendary undead creature must be at least level 4. Since the knights of the church can suppress and destroy it with the power of the golden scarab, the level of the golden scarab is probably higher than it.

If this broken insect leg is really part of a level 5 existence, he will undoubtedly make a lot of money from this deal.

"I have configured the blood fusion potion. It can indeed allow the monster to fuse a second bloodline when used on a monster. However, once a low-level monster fuses the bloodline of a high-level monster, it will become extremely irritable and will also show different degrees of alienation. If it is a level 4 or even level 5 life, I am afraid it will explode and die directly, right?"

Kun played with the holy object and pondered.

It is not so easy to explore the path of promotion to the fourth level. The path he took is too difficult and not universal. Moreover, because of the incident of selling the fire magic stone, he is very reluctant to reveal the secrets of his root magic.

The blood fusion potion that was previously configured undoubtedly still has many defects and cannot be used directly on people. After all, it is just a test product that has not been tested on humans.

Now, the most critical high-level life blood sample has been successfully obtained. As for the human body for the experiment, Kun plans to use the method he created for Li Tianyun to create some bodies without souls for human experiments.

"If everything goes well, it can be completed within three or two months. The problem is that this holy object is of light attribute, and there seems to be no one who matches it in the territory."

According to Kun's previous research, the sooner the blood is fused, the better, and the closer the blood attribute of the fused blood is, the better.

The reason why he had set his sights on the fourth-level remains of the predecessors in history was not only because human remains were relatively easy to deal with, but also because these bloodlines that had been successfully fused and awakened were all rivers and roads that the predecessors had waded through, which would be more secure.

There were no magicians or warriors with light attributes in the Plenty Territory. If cross-attribute fusion was performed, it was not without a chance of success. After all, there was nothing absolute in the world, but the possibility of success would be so low that it was outrageous, no different from suicide.

Kun naturally would not bet on the small population of the territory. It was estimated that even if all the people in the Plenty Territory died, no one would be successful.

However, the things that should be studied should still be studied, and the magic materials that should be wasted could not be saved. It would undoubtedly be a stupid thing to throw the baby out with the bathwater. There was no such thing as everything was ready but the east wind was missing in this world.

He put the holy object in his hand back into the inconspicuous small cylinder and put it away.

Being able to seal a broken holy object so perfectly, this seemingly ordinary small cylinder is far from being as simple as it seems. Kun's curiosity about it is even no less than the holy object inside.

"It feels like wood, and it is almost unresponsive to all elements, forming a perfect element isolation barrier. Could it be the legendary forbidden magic wood? Where did this tree, which is said to have been completely extinct tens of thousands of years ago, come from? It seems that there are still many good things in the royal treasury. It would be great if I could take a look inside."

"Forget it, these things are not important now. The important thing is spring plowing. We have been preparing for so long, so don't let anything go wrong."

Looking out the window, Kun prayed in his heart, hoping that winter would pass quickly, especially without a reverse winter. The most suitable days for spring plowing are only a few days. Once delayed, a series of serious consequences will occur.

There is a lot of work to be done in Fengrao Territory. With his arrival, it is like a seriously ill patient who has been given a powerful drug and is now in a state of emergency. On the surface, it seems to be thriving, but in fact, it can no longer withstand too many twists and turns.

Especially the people who he has finally gathered together. Once they collapse, it will be extremely difficult to gather them again.

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In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed. It seems that Kun's prayers have had some effect. The most common natural disaster in the north in spring, the anti-winter, did not occur.

But the goddess who controls the entire sky seemed to have played a joke on Kun, the little lord. She did not let him encounter the common anti-winter, but let him encounter the kingdom's once-in-50-year flood. The torrential rain lasted for more than half a month. Not only Fengrao Territory, but most of the kingdom's territory was affected. Some serious places were even flooded, with heavy losses.

"Crackle~"

Bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrellas hard, making them heavy and swaying the pedestrians on the road. The downpour seemed to be testing the quality of the umbrellas.

In fact, in the past few days, not only umbrellas were damaged by the heavy rain, but also most of the old houses in the Jade Heart Farm were washed away by the heavy rain. Fortunately, there were a group of security team soldiers who had entered the ranks in the territory, and a group of magicians who were deceived by Kun from the Mage Association to help them, and they were on standby at any time. Finally, there was no tragedy of passive population reduction due to the collapse of houses.

As for the villagers who had no houses to live in, Kun also let them temporarily live in the newly built houses in the territory. The quality of the century-old fir trees was good enough to be used to make wooden armor, and there was also Li Tianyun's professional design. These beautiful and safe houses withstood the test of this heavy rain, and none of them were damaged. Even the situation of leaking rarely occurred. This was the only good news Kun heard in recent days.

"When will this damn rain stop? Is there a hole in the sky?"

Vittorio, the tax officer, who came to the gate of Blackstone Castle with an umbrella, kept muttering. It was only a few steps away, and the lower half of his clothes were soaked. The awful feeling of wet clothes sticking to his skin made Vittorio look ugly.

He no longer had clean clothes. The humidity in the air was too high, and all the clothes could not be dried. In addition, the temperature rose, and some clothes even began to mold.

Because this was a discussion meeting convened by the lord, there was a maid waiting at the gate of the castle. The maid who took the umbrella from Vittorio said:

"Lord Vittorio, the lord is waiting for you in the reception room."

"Where are the others?"

"They are all here."

"Yeah."

Vittorio didn't say anything more, but walked quickly towards the direction of the castle's meeting room with a heavy heart.

Calculating the time, it was time to hold on.

Vittorio suspected that the Lord had solemnly summoned all of them this time just to announce that he was ready to give up the territory construction plan for the Rich Territory.

After all, the heavy rain affected far more than just the delay of spring plowing. The work of the logging team and the construction team was also affected. The problem with these people was secondary. They just didn't work hard and didn't get anything.

The trouble was that those who had a skill and needed to be paid monthly had done nothing for most of the month, but needed the Lord to give them a lot of gold coins. If they were in other territories, these people would worry about their lives. The Lord's money was not so easy to get, not to mention that it was free.

Based on Vittorio's understanding of the Lord, this Lord would not do such a cruel thing, but the problem was that it was an investment that would obviously lose all the money. Who would continue to fill this bottomless pit with money? The Lord's gold coins were not blown by the wind.

Besides, the funds in the castle are indeed stretched to the limit. Vittorio's suggestion is that instead of taking the money and throwing it away, it is better to stop the loss in time, so that the loss can be less.

In Yongxu Continent, agriculture has always been regarded as an industry that only low-class people can engage in. It is easy to enter the industry. Just find a manuscript, burn a piece of forest to make farmland, and then sow seeds and wait for it to bloom and bear fruit.

Agriculture is simple, you just need hands.

These are just the stereotypes of agriculture for those who may have never seen a green wheat field or worked on the land in their lives. Farmers use their skills to support their families and even the entire population of the kingdom.

Relying on the sky for food, but not being able to change their destiny by relying on the land, and being despised by people from the bottom of their hearts as "the work of low-class people", how sad it is.

Vittorio himself was originally one of these people, but after experiencing two lords, Vittorio saw a lot with his own eyes and recognized a lot.

At the beginning, he only regarded the position of tax collector as a ladder for promotion with high salary. In the future, when this lord got tired of playing the game of being a farmer, he could become the property consultant of this nobleman, or he could go to other small cities to seek a position of tax collector with this qualification, which would bring many benefits.

Vittorio would not be naive to think that the son of a marquis in the capital, or a noble with the most noble thorn blood in the kingdom, would really be prepared to be a farmer for life.

However, watching the lord busying around, personally purchasing farm tools and seeds, and sending his guards to protect the farm, the originally dilapidated Rich Territory was built up bit by bit, and the villagers who were numb like zombies also worked hard and regained their vitality.

I don’t know since when, Vittorio, who used to do only his own work every day, would also do more extra work without asking for rewards, even if he was so tired that he fell asleep every day, he was happy to do it.

As the son of a businessman, Vittorio was taught from childhood that everything in this world is just a series of transactions. He even wrote to familiar businessmen, hoping to attract some investment for the territory, but unfortunately the rainstorm disrupted all plans.

The financial situation in the territory is worrying. It is unknown when the rainstorm will stop. Missing the spring plowing means that the whole year will not only have no harvest, but it will also greatly affect the final harvest. It is normal to reduce the yield by half than expected.

Farming is not profitable. Even if it is foreseeable that the price of food will rise very high this year, after all, not only Fengzao suffered the disaster, but the entire kingdom was affected by this natural disaster.

But no matter how high the grain price is, it can't sell for the price of meat, let alone those expensive magic potions and eyeball grass. It is estimated that the finances of the territory will collapse before the grain is harvested.

The heavy rain hindering spring ploughing is only the first hurdle of this year. Who can guarantee that there will be no other problems in the whole year? With the foresight of that lord, he doesn't need to remind him of anything.

In short, sooner or later, you will lose everything you have, and there is still a way to survive.

Of course, this way of survival refers to the lord, not the residents in the territory. The current vitality of Fengrao Territory is just an illusion created by the lord with a mountain of gold coins. Once the lord stops this irrational and wasteful behavior, Fengrao Territory will immediately be beaten back to its original state.

And the residents of Fengrao Territory, who have lost the stable jobs provided by the territory and can't farm because of the heavy rain, will soon slide back into the abyss.

Thinking of the concerned and eager eyes of the residents before coming here, Vittorio felt indescribably uncomfortable. After all, every brick and tile in the Rich Territory was poured with his sweat and efforts.

But reality is not a fairy tale. There are rarely good things that are the best of both worlds. One side always benefits and the other side suffers.

And now it is not just a question of who suffers, but whether to let the Rich Territory slide into the abyss or be dragged down together.

If the one who hired him was still the previous pig-headed lord, Vittorio would make a choice without hesitation. Anyway, the pig head would be happy to help count the money if it was sold. It would be a waste if he didn't sell it, and he didn't feel guilty at all.

And now this...

"Oh, forget it, someone has to be the villain. The lord treats me so well, so let me be the villain!"

Vittorio came this time with the intention of being spurned by all the residents of the Rich Territory and even being driven away to attend this lord meeting.

Rather than letting the residents of the Rich Territory be disappointed with the Lord, it would be better for him to open the mouth and be the big bad guy who cuts off their livelihood.

The Lord has done enough and is good enough. Vittorio has never seen anyone better, and he doesn't think anyone is more suitable for that position than the Lord.

It's just that the intentions of the gods are often difficult to guess. Good people will not be rewarded, but will suffer more injustice. Good lords will not be treated preferentially because of their kind hearts, but will be misunderstood as plotting something.

Vittorio just thinks that this world should not be like this.

It turns out that gods sometimes make mistakes.

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