Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

“I once dreamed of becoming a Grand Archmage of the court, but in the end, I only reached the level of a beginner magician. There's no possibility of any further improvement in this lifetime.” He stroked the magic book, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. “Powerful, destructive magic is beyond my reach, so I can only find another way, to study those ancient and marginal magics.”

“Since I can't be a peerless magus, I might as well be a pragmatic magical scholar, after all, magic itself is meant to serve people, without any distinction of high or low.”

He smiled slightly and put the book back.

“Understood. My previous life plan was to be a wandering poet full of verse.” Levi flexed his arm, gazing at his developed biceps with a complex expression: “Unfortunately, when heaven endows a person with exceptional talent in one area, it takes away from other talents to compensate. Perhaps this is the so-called balance, strength and knowledge ultimately cannot coexist.”

They exchanged a glance and invited each other to the garden behind, preparing for a roundtable discussion.

Here, plots of land were distinctly divided, planted with exotic flowers and rare herbs. Each plant exuded a faint magical aura, making the elemental forces here exceptionally active.

Since cultivating the «Holy Word Codex», the Lord could sense the surrounding elemental forces, and was therefore exceptionally sensitive to them.

“The telepathic communication at the city gate earlier, was that you doing it through magic?”

The two sat down in a pavilion in the center of the garden. Levi took the tea offered by a beautiful maid with a mole on her lips, took a sip, and asked.

“Yes, it's a very simple spell.” Felo nodded.

“Can I learn it?” The Lord asked directly.

He never minded spending some time learning this kind of spell that could be used to stir up trouble.

“I think even using Holy Light should be able to do it, right?” Felo wasn't so sure.

Although Holy Light and magic were both elemental attributes, the difference between them was like ants and elephants.

However, it wasn't a profound spell after all. As long as you knew some principles, you could probably do it even with Holy Light.

Soon, the prince explained the detailed principles to the Lord.

Levi was stunned when he heard it. Wasn't this the paper cup telephone he made as a child?

He tried to condense Holy Light into the shape of a paper cup telephone, one end pointing at himself, and the other end enlarged several times into a loudspeaker pointing at Zha Manzi, who was squatting on the edge of the garden, teasing ants.

Levi called out softly.

A voice several times louder immediately rang out on the other side.

“Idiot!”

Zart immediately looked up at the pavilion in the center of the garden in surprise and suspicion. After discovering that his boss didn't look here at all, he scratched the back of his head with a puzzled look.

“Lord Levi is truly a genius!” Felo exclaimed in surprise.

He thought that even if this little trick was simple, it would take several attempts, but he didn't expect it to succeed in one try.

“However, as for imitating other people's voices, you'll have to learn it yourself from the books.” He continued.

“Okay, I'll take a look when I have the chance.” Levi nodded.

“I see that you also study the Agricultural School, Felo. I wonder if you know the spell of Soil Fertilization?”

The Lord thought of something and asked casually.

It could be said that Gao Yabao's good crop harvest was largely due to this spell, coupled with the Chinese people's inherent farming attributes, it was inevitable that he would pay special attention to this kind of spell.

“This is a school of magic that has been underestimated by everyone!” Felo looked serious, with a hint of regret: “This school originated from the ancient Mountain Kingdom, and this, in my opinion, the most magical spell, was completely lost after the Mountain Kingdom was destroyed.”

“Oh? How magical is it?” The Lord didn't expect to have any extra gains, and asked calmly.

“Do you know, I once saw in a miscellaneous record, that an Agricultural School mage used this spell to cultivate the Moonflower Orchid!”

“This is the Moonflower Orchid that I bought at a high price, but unfortunately, even with all my efforts, I can't make it survive.” Felo stroked the glass cover with one hand and sighed.

“If, I mean if.” Levi coughed twice and emphasized that he was just asking casually: “If we had this spell, could we cultivate patches of precious magical plants and then sell them at high prices to those mages who regard money as dirt?”

There was once a saying circulating in the Seven Kingdoms that every highly cultivated mage was a pauper.

It wasn't that they didn't have money, but that they spent a lot of money on magic, which made every mage live frugally.

As everyone knows, the extravagance of researching and learning magic is simply burning money, and it just so happens that this is something that cannot tolerate any discounts.

These mages are very rich, but they spend money like water.

Therefore, some mages have to rely on a country to obtain the money to continue learning magic.

“Of course, there's no problem. If you can do it, you will become the richest person in the Seven Kingdoms.” Felo smiled, “But if is always if, as unreachable as a dream.”

“Yes, it's indeed just an if.” The Lord smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.

“Since this spell is so powerful, logically speaking, how could this Agricultural School not let it be passed down? It's impossible that not even a word or two has been passed down.” After ending the old topic, Levi continued to ask.

“Unfortunately, that's just the way it is.” Felo shook his head: “The Mountain Kingdom was destroyed too quickly and strangely, which led to these spells not being passed down. Even the records about this country are only a thin page, which is simply pitiful. All that is known is that their god was the Goddess of Nature.”

It could be said that the function of this spell is more than that. If applied to agronomy, then… … " Felo turned to face a small piece of farmland again. The black soil, no more than a *ren* in length and width, was covered with lush green grass: "The entire Ancient Continent will no longer have to worry about having enough to eat. The Seven Kingdoms will no longer see people starving to death. It will be an era where everyone is well-fed and clothed!"

These were clearly calm words, but they carried an inexplicably heavy surprise, and at the same time, were full of longing.

"Indeed, if magical plants can be cultivated and applied to crops, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that yields could increase several times over, and resistance to harsh environments would be commonplace."

Levi nodded.

He recalled the wheat planted at Highcliff Fortress last year. The weather in the wilderness had been harsh for the past two years, with almost constant snowfall, but with the blessing of this spell, they managed to avoid a reduction in yield, and it was even higher than expected.

Levi also discovered that this spell even had the characteristic of optimizing crops. The wheat stored in the warehouse was larger and fuller than that purchased from Whiteflow City, and even the taste was praised by everyone at Highcliff Fortress.

Unfortunately, only the kobold Old Neil has learned this spell so far, and taking care of the currently cultivated fields is already his limit.

Levi also knew that this prince was an old fox in the officialdom, but he was not like those high-ranking pigs, but was extremely concerned about the farmers.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said things like everyone being well-fed and clothed.

He heard from Skye that the other party was a prince without a large fief, only a manor and a few surrounding mountains.

But in his territory, it is said that even the farmers can wear thick cotton clothes in winter, and even have spare money to prepare gifts for their children on the winter solstice.

Their living standards are several levels higher than those of farmers in other places.

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Levi took a deep look at the prince, stroking his chin and pondering something, as if Highcliff Fortress had never had an agricultural director… …

He didn't expect that this behavior of his would be seen by Felo, causing the prince's hand stroking his mustache to freeze, and he couldn't help but shudder.

The two returned to the pavilion, and Levi found that every move he made gave this guy a feeling of trepidation. Although he was puzzled, he immediately attributed it to the fact that his aura of dominance was too obvious, and he had intimidated the other party.

"Felo, aren't we going to let those guys rehearse their lines?" After a while, the lord finally couldn't help but ask.

"There's no need. Those people all know that we are fabricating more charges for this matter out of thin air." Felo smiled, with a feeling of strategizing within the tent: "But so what if they know? As long as the people are in our hands, isn't it up to us what we say?

"As long as we seize this matter and don't let go, we can stir the water even more."

"However, the success of this plan is still due to you, sir. An incident involving a legendary powerhouse. It seems that some people are already so anxious that they can't sleep."

"If there are two tigers and a fox on a mountain, then the greedy wolf with wild ambitions will definitely provoke the other two tigers to fight, so that he can watch the show from the sidelines and obtain more prey." Felo held up three fingers: "That mountain is Debe, and you and His Majesty the King are the tigers, as for the greedy wolf… …"

Felo smiled, everything was self-evident.

"Someone is plotting wrongdoing, attempting to provoke the relationship between His Majesty the King of Debe and the Lord of Highcliff Fortress, to subvert the Debe regime and change the world." The lord hummed twice, slapped the table, and said quite domineeringly: "As the Marquis of Debe, I will never allow such a thing to happen. Even if I break fine steel, I have to find the culprit and bring him to justice!"

He didn't expect that a simple matter could be made into such a big deal. He could only sigh that Felo was indeed an old fox in the officialdom, and he admired Frina's ability to recognize people even more.

After all, the other party didn't have a system like him that could see attributes.

… …

Near the Lionheart Lake outside Gonda City lies a manor, surrounded by towering trees and magnificent gardens.

The main building of the manor is an elegant white main building, the outer walls of the main building are covered with vines, appearing simple and elegant.

In front of the manor is a wide cobblestone road, and on both sides of the path are neatly trimmed shrubs and blooming flower beds. The flower beds are planted with roses, lilies and tulips.

This is Bedoir's private territory, where he can stay away from the hustle and bustle of the court and enjoy supreme power.

He doesn't have to endure having a bunch of people above him pointing fingers at him. Here, he is the only king, and everyone has to listen to his orders. Those who don't obey will only be beaten to death and dragged away to feed the dogs.

But at this moment, the prince was pacing back and forth anxiously in his own territory.

Bakin lowered his head slightly, but his eyes secretly glanced at a group of maids in the room. These maids were only wearing aprons to cover their bodies, with a white expanse behind them, and the prince's two bare legs were constantly moving back and forth on the ground, seemingly not wearing pants.

What just happened in this room is self-evident.

However, he was not surprised. The prince did not inherit His Majesty's talent and strategy in the first half of his life, but learned the extravagance and licentiousness of the second half of his life.

It is said that he also has some rumors with one of his sisters.

"Why didn't you stop them?!"

After a long time, Bedoir drove the maids out, and without rhyme or reason, he opened his mouth to question.

"Your Highness, even the guys from the Holy Sistine Empire scrapped several Iron Automatons, and they didn't stop this Lord Levi at the city gate, let alone me?" The sheriff who rushed to deliver the message said with a wronged expression.

In his heart, he had already started a wholesale of various country slang. Let him stop him? I'm afraid even a hundred lives wouldn't be enough.

"Damn Crow, I really want to chop him up right now. Why did he go and provoke the people of Highcliff Fortress for no reason!" Bedoir was very angry.

Although because of Fadil's matter, he didn't really like the Lord of Highcliff Fortress, he wouldn't take the initiative to offend the other party.

Now that the other party obviously wants to use this as an excuse to deal with him, he couldn't help but panic.

If it were someone else, he would just dismiss it, but the Lord of Highcliff Fortress is not only terrifying in strength, but also extremely high in status, and has many supporters among the people.

If he is labeled with a bunch of hats, and his reputation among the common people is affected, it is hard to say whether he can keep his position as heir.

After all, Debe has more than one prince, and those younger brothers have long coveted the position of heir.

"Your Highness, Margaret has also been taken away." Bakin has always placed his bet on this prince, and now he can't leave this ship anyway, so he couldn't help but suggest: "Why not try to find Her Majesty the Queen."