Weird Wizarding World

In the meditation room on the second floor of the Golden Wheat Wizard Tower, bright crystals emit steady soft light, and silvery white incense curls up, bringing a calming atmosphere.

Colin sat cross-legged in the center of the meditation room, slowly opened his eyes, and exhaled a breath.

‘The growth of blood energy and magic power has slowed down, and the same is true for soul and body... It seems that the benefits brought by the fusion of will and spirit should be completely digested in a few days. ’

'And as Claire said, compared to some time ago, the strength of his soul has been further improved, and his magical power has become comparable to that of a third-level high-level wizard... dual cultivation of witch and knight, he is really domineering! ’

Colin sighed, stood up, and prepared to walk out.

Although the improvement in strength was gratifying, he did not forget that Ti Laimei outside was being hit by heavy rains, and there were still many things that needed to be dealt with by him.

But when Colin opened the door to the meditation room, he was suddenly startled.

‘Why...didn’t you hear the sound of rain? ’

As if thinking of something, he suddenly took steps towards the nearest window!

"The rain has stopped!"

"It is bright!"

"Haha! The rain stopped..."

As the distance got closer, the noisy sounds in Golden Wheat Sui City also reached his ears through the window.

‘The rain has stopped? ’ Colin’s eyes brightened slightly, and his steps became a little faster.

The next second, when he saw the golden sunlight shining through the window, he couldn't help but smile!

‘The rain has really stopped! During the time when I was meditating to restore my magic power...what happened? ’

"Colin, you've finished your meditation, and I'm about to find you."

Just when Colin was puzzled, Lilian looked at him at the corner of the corridor and said in surprise: "Come to the conference hall quickly, Your Excellency Claire is also here, there is important news coming from the front line!"

"Did the Supreme Councilor prevent these extreme weathers from continuing to fall?" Colin was slightly startled, and then asked quickly.

"That's right!" Lilian nodded lightly, "But the specific situation is probably more complicated than you think. Come on, let's go to the conference room first."

Colin raised his eyebrows and quickly followed Lillian.

Five minutes later, Colin learned everything.

"The seventh supreme councilor..."

In the conference room, he was sitting in the main seat with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, the seventh supreme councilor...the seventh supreme councilor who has never appeared." Claire couldn't help but sigh, "I knew there couldn't be only six supreme councilors! After a thousand years, there must be more. The wizard has touched that realm!"

"In any case, the weather crisis has been resolved now. After dealing with the impact of the heavy rain, the Tiramei Plain will be back on track." Atbold said at the side.

"Yes, the wheat has been harvested successfully. As long as it doesn't rain, everything can return to normal."

Colin breathed a long sigh of relief, then turned to look at Claire and said, "In this case, there is no need to trouble Mr. Claire to help dry the wheat."

"Yes." Claire was not polite, paused and continued: "I will stay in Ti Laimei Plain for two days. If nothing unexpected happens, I should rush to the front line in two days."

"Three gods and popes have fallen, and three black towers have collapsed, with most of them damaged. Now is a good time to pursue victory!

The Supreme Council also thinks so and has continued to increase its efforts to recruit wizards to the front line. "

Colin nodded, "Then I wish you a smooth trip in advance!"

"Yes." Claire nodded, with expectation in her red eyes.

The next few people chatted for a while, and then dispersed to deal with their respective tasks.

In the afternoon, the Tiramei Plain was still humid, and the half-day sunshine could not completely eliminate the impact of the heavy rain.

Claire couldn't sit still and went to help Colin disperse the moisture in the drying fields across the plain so that the newly harvested wheat could be dried as soon as possible.

"Thank you for your help." Colin controlled the force field hand to push the water on the grain drying field to the ditch aside.

"You're welcome. I promised to help you dry all the wheat, but now I just changed the method." Claire shook her head and stretched out her hand to suck out the moisture on the drying field in front of her.

In the blink of an eye, the originally wet grain drying field suddenly became as dry as if it had been exposed to the sun for several days.

The two people cooperated very efficiently, and it often only took a few seconds to finish a huge drying field.

After doing this, the two of them rushed to the next location in tacit agreement.

"Those wheat-harvesting machines, if I'm not mistaken, are some special large-scale witchcraft tools?" Claire suddenly asked curiously during the flight.

"Yes." Colin nodded.

"What a genius idea..." Claire sighed, "I never thought that witchcraft tools could be used to harvest wheat."

Colin smiled and did not answer.

In fact, it's not that wizards like Claire aren't smart enough to come up with such creations.

It's just that in a world where great power belongs to oneself, people's underlying thinking logic is completely different from that in previous lives.

There is strength in numbers, and unity is strength...which does not necessarily hold true in this world.

For the superiors in this world, saying that water can carry a boat or capsize it is even more nonsense!

As long as one's own strength is enough, the boundless power can naturally suppress everything!

Therefore, in this world, few people will turn their attention to the people at the bottom. The direction of wizards' research on knowledge is mostly focused on obtaining stronger attacks and stronger defenses.

What about making wheat harvest faster?

They will only ask why the serfs are not allowed to harvest, and will only feel that investing precious energy and time is a waste.

"What is that?" Claire looked somewhere and said suddenly.

They were currently located in a small city called Xingsi in the Kingdom of Burai. To be more specific, they were above the square in the center of the city - during the wheat harvest season, this place would also be requisitioned as a drying ground.

Colin followed Claire's gaze and was slightly startled.

In the center of the square, a group of knights were carefully moving a huge object wrapped in gray cloth from the carriage beside them. Through the gray cloth, a human figure could be vaguely seen.

"drink!"

The four knights each raised a corner and worked together to carefully place it in the center of the square.

boom.

The gray cloth object fell to the ground smoothly, making a dull sound. The knight on the side wiped his sweat. The leader took a step forward after breathing for a moment, stretched out his hand and uncovered the rope wrapped around the gray cloth.

call--

The breeze blew and the gray cloth rustled, quickly revealing the true appearance of the object below!

The object is all gray and white, the color of rock. It has a huge circular base with a circle of exquisite wheat ear patterns carved on it.

And above the base, stood a familiar figure.

He has medium-long hair, a tall nose, a handsome face and a tall body.

"It's actually my statue..." Colin was stunned.

"Want to take a look?" Claire looked at him and smiled.

"No need... um... let's go take a look." Colin shook his head subconsciously, but quickly changed his words with a smile.

He looked at the statue, with mixed emotions in his heart, a little novel and a little uncomfortable.

"Lord of Tiraime!"

The two of them did not hide their figures and fell slowly. After the knights next to the sculpture saw Colin's face clearly, they were a little unbelievable at first. The leading knight even turned his head to look at the statue several times to confirm, and then he realized what he was doing and hurriedly Prostrate to the ground.

"Get up." Colin smiled, looking at his sculpture next to him.

The posture depicted in the sculpture is that he slightly raised his left hand, holding a grain of wheat, tilting his head slightly, and looking into the distance.

The level of craftsmanship is not bad, it can even be considered excellent. At least in terms of the restoration of appearance, it is basically exactly the same as him.

“Who carved this sculpture?”

"It's the Dupont Mason." The leading knight replied quickly.

"I remember that I didn't order the Kingdom of Burai to build a statue for me... Is this an order from the king?" Colin asked again.

"No, the great Lord of Ti Laimei, this is decided by everyone." The leading knight paused and continued to explain,

"The stone statue in Xingsi Square has been broken and collapsed due to disrepair for a long time. A new stone statue is needed in the square. The Lord of the City solicited opinions from all parties and finally chose you as the object to carve out this statue to be placed in the square. statue."

"That's it." Colin nodded slightly.

"Great Lord Tiramei, don't you like it..."

The leading knight plucked up the courage and asked again, "If you don't like it, I can tell the city lord to remove this statue."

"No need." Colin shook his head and explained, "It's too wasteful to make another statue, so let's leave it like this."

"Okay, great Lord Tiramei." The knight nodded quickly.

Claire slightly bent her eyes and smiled without saying a word.

A few hours later.

After finishing their work, the two returned to Golden Wheat Sui together.

Claire returned to the Wizard Tower, while Colin was preparing to find Atbold to discuss the next resettlement policy for the serfs.

However, when he arrived at the palace, he saw a long motorcade at the door. The carts were piled with exquisite wooden boxes, and he didn't know what they contained.

The most important thing is that among the team members, there are many second-level wizards.

Altbald was standing at the door to greet him.

"Teacher, what are you doing?" Colin did not show his body and asked Altbold through the air.

Atbold was slightly startled, and then replied through a message: "It's those grain merchants who came to give gifts."

"I see." Colin nodded, "I'll come back to you after you, mentor, have finished dealing with it."

…

Half an hour later, Colin and Atbold sat across from each other in the wizard tower study.

"Basically all the chambers of commerce in the Neustadt area came here just now, and there were even some chambers of commerce from Meredith." Altbold sighed, "The motorcade full of gifts at the entrance of the palace represents the It’s their highest courtesy.”

"Why is this so?" Colin asked as he took a sip of tea.

“Due to heavy rains, the wheat in the entire Neustadt area, except for the Tielaimei plain, was severely damaged.

I heard that near the Kege Kingdom, the newly opened wheat fields in the hills were basically wiped out due to landslides. I am afraid there will be no harvest this year. "

Near the Kege Kingdom... That should be the new farmland opened by Senator Jonson. Colin was a little emotional, but he didn't pay too much attention, and continued to ask:

“Are those chambers of commerce willing to accept the guidance price given?”

"Basically, I'm willing." Atbold gave him a confident smile.

This old wizard, who was once lifeless, is now getting younger and younger.

"That's good." Colin also smiled and nodded. After thinking for a while, he asked, "How does the actual wheat yield of Ti Laimi this year compare with the estimate?"

"It will be much more than that!" Atbold also sighed with emotion. "This year, there is no need to worry about food problems in the entire Neustadt. The wheat produced in the Tilaimei Plain this year has almost caught up with the entire Neustadt in previous years." Wheat yields in special areas.”

"All this is thanks to you." He looked at Colin, still a little uneasy in his heart.

"It's not just me." Colin smiled and continued to ask: "Has the investigation on the serfs been completed?"

"It has been initially completed." Atbold nodded. "As soon as Mr. Shelley develops a suitable... um, production line, we can arrange for these serfs to be trained and put on the job."

This was the first time he heard this word from Colin, and he still found it a bit difficult to pronounce it now.

But this could not conceal his amazement.

The so-called production line in Atbold's mouth is actually just the abbreviation. According to Colin's idea, the full name should be various grain processing production lines and some light manual production lines.

Those serfs eliminated due to the upgrading of agricultural mechanization will gradually become the first batch of factory workers in the coming years.

After briefly understanding the situation, Colin returned to the meditation room alone.

Whether it was agricultural production, re-employment of serfs, or even the previous wheat harvest, he only gave general directions, and more specific actions were mainly carried out by Atbold, Lillian or Shelley.

His energy is limited, and more should be focused on improving his strength.

Two days later.

Claire said goodbye to him early in the morning and went straight to the front.

The Supreme Council's announcements in the past two days were full of good news, and Meredith's defense line was pushed back to the strait.

In the fierce battle, even a real clone of the god fell.

However, for some reason, after the joy, Colin's heart was still filled with a haze.

The seventh supreme councilor is obviously an extremely important trump card for the wizards, but now it seems that the consequences of uncovering this trump card are not great.

Except for the collapsed gray-black tower, the three fallen popes actually did not cause any damage to the gods at all.

God can appoint a new pope at any time if he wants to.

Recently, the wizard side has taken the initiative to launch a more intense offensive, which actually seems more like making up for the lack of previous results.

Judging from the recent news, it is quite effective. After all, a new true clone of a god has died... If you insist on saying so, this is obviously a greater result than the death of three popes.

Putting away his thoughts, Colin left for Neustadt after bidding farewell to Claire.

Just today, he felt that the grinding of his soul and body and his flesh and blood had reached their peak, reaching the point of no further progress. It was time to seek a breakthrough.