Undead Farm

"Although the work you handed over to me is an early warning of Goblin, it is one of the duties of the forest patrol to ensure the safety of the forest. If we count this, let us take one step. I will retreat one day... It should be enough for one day."

On the night of the night, the silver coins on the handles were lined up and tried.

As a forester, the salary is 3 silver coins a day, plus the 4 soldiers who are assigned to him but he does not want 1 silver coin per person per day, then his daily salary is 7 silver coins.

It doesn't seem like much, but one of the cheapest black breads sells 10 copper coins, and one silver coin is enough to buy 10 breads, which is already a relatively high salary in Lorraine.

Of course, if you want to eat whole-grain bread with better taste and nutrition, it is definitely not enough, and it may not be available.

However, Weng Ling has no way. She has just taken over the city of Lorraine. It is not good for the financial system, so the financial officer used the previous salary standard.

The standard after the decline of Lorraine City...

Weng Ling frowned. "You still have to collect it. I haven't been able to stop them three? I have a salary, I will help you think about it, as for work..."

"I still stay here!" Night is busier.

He can't think of being driven out of Weng Ling. After all, his buildings are tied here.

Weng Ling looked at him and thought about it. He nodded. Anyway, Goblin was gone, and he no longer had to worry about his safety.

"Right, those three people..." The night turned to look at the fire.

"It is the paladin sent by the Church of St. Silver to purify the undead." Weng Ling's face was calm and authentic.

"The one that is called Yang Tian will not be your fiancé? I seem to be very embarrassed to see him."

On the night of the third day, he didn't care about authenticity. Weng Ling turned his head and stared at him.

"That, I guess, you don't care!"

Weng Ling smiled and said: "Then you guessed it is true, but strictly speaking, I should be the nursery of their family."

"Children raise?!" Even more surprised at night.

"Yeah." Weng Lin nodded and couldn't see any emotion on his face.

Although the fire in the forest was extinguished, the temperature remained, and a warm wind blew, and Weng Ling’s hair fluttered like a blue butterfly.

"Want to hear my story?"

Weng Ling gently squatted on the ground and sat down, then patted to the side and looked at the night.

"Don't want to!" The third night shook his head.

This is not the time to spend the song on the wine before the month, and he has no wine.

"Oh... but I want to say, so you have to listen, or you will pay me back!" Weng Ling raised his eyebrows and extended his palm to the night.

On the night of the third day, she immediately sat next to her, and she was sitting in an endangered manner.

"Things are like this..."

Weng Ling calmed down his emotions, and this began to talk about his past:

Her father was the lord of Lorraine, but her mother was only a farmer's daughter, so the result was doomed that she would not have any good names.

In order to prevent her from being bullied by her "brothers, uncles, uncles," Weng Ling’s mother sent her to the nearest St. Silver Church when she was six years old.

In that church, her talent for the priesthood was quickly noticed, and was finally adopted by the actual master of the church, Yang, but in fact, the Yang family only used her as a child of Yang Tian.

No, it should be worse than Tong Yang!

Yang’s fancy is only Wenling’s unfamiliar light affinity. The purpose is to let their sons and sisters join her and slowly acquire the gene of affinity in her body, so that Yang’s position in the church is also Will be more stable.

Therefore, Weng Ling will hate his own ability. He has never seriously studied the magic teaching of the light system. Instead, he pretends that he is dull and will not learn. In order to protect himself, she has developed another talent:

Strange force.

Fortunately, the talent of the light system called Yang Tian is not inferior to her. In the case of unlimited future, it is more advantageous to climb the branch to Yang family, so she has been spared in recent years.

Unfortunately, Yang’s family also has a stupid son, Yang Wei. As a paladin, he is good at wind magic, so Weng Ling’s engagement object has become him.

But Weng Ling knows that this is just the surface of the family. What she actually wants is Yang Tian’s underground lover!

A fertility tool at the mercy of others is only for a better offspring for Yang Jiasheng!

Therefore, after learning that her relatives of Lorraine all died, she even rushed to take over when she was too sad. With the identity of the lord as a refuge, at least on the surface, Yang’s desire to pinch her would not be so easy.

The lord, on behalf of the authority of the Principality, even if the Yang family has to weigh the trade-offs.

But in the dark...

It depends on her own skills.

Weng Ling touched the palm of his hand. There was a faint six-pointed star shining slightly. This is the mark of the letter that represents the lord. Only possessing this can be regarded as a legitimate lord.

Thinking of the scene when the mercenary handed it to her nephew that day, Weng Ling suddenly rubbed her eyes, which was the only dowry of her mother...

“My mother used to take me to the Lorraine Forest to pick fruit and play rabbits when I was a child. At that time, there was no Goblin in Loland Forest, and there was no ferocious beast. The happiest time of my life was to follow my mother. Running in the woods ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but now..."

Weng Ling looked up and a few pieces of ashes swayed on her blue silk.

Yang family!

She thought that she could finally get rid of this nightmare when she fled to Lorraine, but she did not expect her to refuse to let her go.

As long as Luo Lan’s collar does not develop, it means that she will never be able to accumulate the power to counter the Yang family. Sooner or later, she will still fall into the plaything of Yang’s family.

"Without the forest, these ashes should also make the land more fertile, and Goblin is gone. Can you plant food together?" The night asked him the doubts in his heart.

Weng Ling shook his head, rubbed a short stick from the side, turned the soil under his feet, and the gray soil was exposed.

"You see that these soils have long been corroded by the natural disasters of the dead. It is impossible for ordinary people to grow food on them. After all, not everyone will be a natural spell like your old housekeeper."

"In fact, the whole Loland forest can not artificially cultivate any crops, but the forest that naturally grows out is not affected. According to the old man, this is the credit of the patron saint of the Lorraine forest. God..."

Weng Ling suddenly gave a sneer.

At night, he turned his hand over the gray soil. In fact, when he buried himself alive, he felt that there was a very, very weak undead atmosphere in the land.

Very weak, weak enough to throw a salt into a swimming pool, but the undead breath is, after all, the undead atmosphere, it will be a devastating threat to delicate plants.

In this way, the stone wall should also act as a dividing line. Only the land outside the wall can barely grow crops, but...

"Undead Scourge? Can this talk to me?"