Lord of Plenty

"Of course I'm happy to see you thousands of miles away from the capital."

I'd be happier if you didn't always make fun of my height.

A perfect smile, not too close, nor as cold as to outsiders, only saying the nice things.

Kun is not short, at the age of sixteen, he can still grow in the future.

But in the family of the military hero Alan, he is definitely shockingly short. After all, he has no talent in martial arts, and he didn't waste those precious body-building potions to lay a foundation. Naturally, he is not like the other people in the Alan family, who are all big and strong, like little giants.

Everything is afraid of comparison, and this comparison makes him look more and more different in the Alan family.

But even if Kun is not favored, he is still the youngest son of the marquis, and he still has royal blood flowing in his veins. Most people dare not make fun of this matter in front of him, and they won't even mention it. At most, they will say a few strange words behind his back.

"Is this the Plenty Territory? This is my first time to come so far north. It's much better than I thought."

Looking in the direction of the Jade Heart, she felt that this remote countryside seemed to be well built when she was in the sky. However, when the pterosaur eagle landed and really saw the scenery here, Mitchell was still surprised.

"Thank you for your compliment. The castle has prepared a banquet and accommodation. Please move."

The two of them skipped the sensitive issues about Betty and the relationship between the Plenty Territory and the Golden Family.

Mrs. Mitchell nodded and returned to the pterosaur eagle carriage, but she didn't get on her own carriage, but took the same carriage with the old wizard.

Formal visits between nobles like this have fixed procedures. For example, Kun needs to take the initiative to greet the countess with a higher title and seniority. After a simple greeting, the two will not walk back to Blackstone Castle slowly, even if the journey is only about ten minutes.

When they arrive at the banquet, it is time for both parties to really talk about things.

The brief exchange now was just a greeting between the two sides, and then they could decide their attitudes the next time they met based on the existing intelligence and this brief face-to-face exchange.

Tough or friendly.

In the carriage, Mitchell lifted the curtain with his hand and carefully observed the outside of the carriage. The various scenes on the street surprised the Countess who was used to big scenes.

After a while, Mitchell put down his hand and looked at the chief worshiper of the Smith family, Falcole, who had a pivotal position in the Kingdom Mage Association, was over 120 years old and was known as the "living magic book".

Falcole, with a big white beard, hesitated, "It's hard to say."

In the letter Betty sent home, it was clearly mentioned that the young son of the Marquis, who was already amazing in magic talent, had been secretly promoted to a saint.

A fifteen-year-old great mage was beyond everyone's imagination, and a legendary mage who was only sixteen years old?

Not to mention that I haven't seen it, I haven't even heard of it.

He tried to cross that threshold for eighty years but still couldn't.

If this is true, not to mention how much of a storm it will cause in the world of mages, Falcole feels that he can even believe in the six gods.

Pray for a good rebirth in the next life, at least with better talent than this life.

Otherwise, why is there such a big gap between mages?

Mitchell frowned, "At such a close distance, even you can't judge his true magic level?"

"Little girl, I don't like the tone of your voice."

Falcole, who has served as the chief magician of the Golden Family for three generations and is older than Mitchell's great grandfather, slowly said:

"Even if his magic power is higher than mine, what does it mean? After all, I didn't see it with my own eyes. Who killed the dead gold-eating earth dragon? Betty didn't see it with her own eyes. Based on this, you infer that a sixteen-year-old child has been promoted to a saint. Are you thinking too simply about the promotion to the fourth level?"

"Master, calm down."

Mitchell first comforted the old and more moody great magician, and then said:

"But if someone told you two years ago that someone could be promoted to the third level and become a great magician at the age of fifteen, would you believe it?"

Falcole was speechless.

When someone told him this shocking news, he really thought the other person was joking with him.

If you look through the human history of the entire continent, you may find a few fifteen-year-old third-level warriors, but fifteen-year-old great mages are impossible.

At least that's what he thought at the time.

As long as a warrior's strength reaches the third level, he can call himself a great warrior, but this is not the case for mages. The title of mage requires certification from the Mage Association.

In other words, even if you have been promoted to the third level, but your magic control is not detailed enough, your understanding of magic is not deep enough, and your accumulation of magic knowledge is insufficient, the Mage Association will not recognize you as a third-level great mage.

And the difficulty of mage certification in the royal capital is a world apart from the difficulty of recognition by the Mage Association in other places.

"Even if I admit that this young great mage is extremely talented and far beyond the reach of us, he was promoted to the third level at the age of fifteen and the fourth level at the age of sixteen, with less than a year in between. Is it really possible for such a bizarre thing to happen?"

Mrs. Mitchell just quietly opened the curtains, allowing the great wizard who had just been concerned about the youngest son of the Alan family to clearly see the scenery outside the carriage.

Clean and spacious streets, beautiful buildings built with high-grade fir wood, pedestrians on the roadside, although most of them were dressed simply, but everyone's face and eyes were full of faint smiles, which were the colors of longing for the future.

"Here... is the border of the kingdom?"

Falcole looked surprised, the environment here seemed to be catching up with the capital.

"It is the border, and it is the poorest and most dangerous border. As far as I know, half a year ago, oh, to be precise, half a month ago, this was the most unpopular territory in the kingdom. It was poor, hungry, full of monsters, dirty and messy. You can speculate about this land with the greatest malice, because that is the fact."

"And now, what do you see? Anyway, what I see is a miracle, a miracle that I can't understand how he did it. Since the miracle has happened more than once, it is definitely not a coincidence."

Falcole, looking at the scenery outside the window, murmured softly, "Look again, look again..."

Miracles are also divided into big and small. In the eyes of Falcole, who has been immersed in magic for more than a hundred years, the sixteen-year-old fourth-level legendary wizard is the miracle that will never happen.

As soon as he returned to Blackstone Castle, Kun plunged into the dungeon where no one was allowed to approach.

Now this place has changed a lot, expanding more than a hundred meters underground, just to accommodate the behemoth that has grown to more than forty meters in just seven days.

It is no longer a small tree. It has lush emerald leaves, a trunk that can be hugged by eight people, and a root system that half explores deep underground and half covers the entire dungeon.

Drops of rainbow-colored magic essence drip from the branches and leaves of the rich mother tree to the ground. Legend has it that the first Yimi tribe was born from the leaves of the mother tree of life, and the subsequent Yimi tribe was born from the ancient trees watered by these magic essences.

This is why only the Yimi tribe can continue to this day, while the other two tribes have completely disappeared in the history of Yongxu Continent with the destruction of the mother tree of life.

However, the magic essence of the Yimi tribe has long been consumed in the long three thousand years. The ancient elf ruins that originally worshipped the covenant of the three tribes stored a large pool of magic essence, but it was originally occupied by the terrible undead demigod, and the power of the Yimi tribe alone could not expel it.

Although the undead was defeated by Kun later, the pool of precious magic essence was washed by the power of the sky goddess and depreciated into a pool of high-purity holy water, which became dispensable to the Yimi tribe.

Under the premise that genocide was inevitable, the great elder of the Yimi tribe, Yimi Yier, would give the seed of the mother tree of life, which was still of great significance even though it had lost the possibility of germination.

However, Kun has not yet figured out the specific characteristics of the magic essence pure dew condensed by the new fertility mother tree, and dare not give it to the Yimi tribe.

What if the new Yimi tribe has two faces like this fertility mother tree? This is a lot of fun.

But it seems that those little people have two faces.

"Crack, wow, this fruit is quite delicious, sour and sweet, with a fruity fragrance."

There was a golden fruit in Kun's hand, and he took a bite.

On the lush crown of the Mother Tree of Abundance, there are some pale golden fruits that look like apples.

Of course, they were not originally like this, but some blood-red fruits that were like hearts and throbbing. Even if they were picked from the tree, they would still beat non-stop, making people have no desire to eat them.

Then, under Kun's "careful teaching", the Mother Tree of Abundance also added a layer of disguise to these heart-core fruits that looked more like the holy blood giant tree.

Just like waxed apples and "ginseng fruits" with plastic shells, they have transformed from bloody flesh fruits to golden sacred gifts.

According to the Blue Star, this is called "focusing on the improvement of self-added value."

Of course, the original ‘value’ of this fruit is already huge enough. It can permanently increase a small amount of magic power. The huge vitality it contains is enough to restore a seriously injured and dying patient to his original state with just a small bite. It also inherits some of the characteristics of the ‘Meat Glory Tree’ and can slightly extend the life limit of organisms.

The Abundant Brand Golden Apple, everyone who has eaten it says it is good!

However, this thing has little effect on him.

Kun’s own magic power is already huge enough, even if he eats all these Abundant Golden Apples, it will not increase much. As for the additional effect of extending life, he is only sixteen years old and is still very far away from the end of his life.

Compared with these golden apples, he cares more about the things that look like ‘pupa’ growing at the roots of the Abundant Mother Tree.