Chapter 1193 115. Harvest Year
They are warlike and rude, and the only thing that seems to interest them is fighting, fighting, endless fighting.
At first, the green skins will obey the orders of the caster, but as time goes by, this warlike instinct will gradually occupy their already small brains, and they will begin to disobey orders and even bite the master.
But at the same time, the greenskins will compete and cooperate with each other: the greenskins will choose the most powerful greenskin to be the leader through fighting, and then follow the leader's orders to go out and fight. Fight foreigners and other greenskins, and the winner becomes the new leader of the two greenskin tribes.
They are either fighting or on the way to fight.
That's not the worst thing: it would be okay if the birth of green skins was limited to "forbidden magic". After all, the number of druids is limited, and Avengers are even rarer.
But because greenskins are also living things... they can also produce new greenskins.
When Annan was working as a waiter in a tavern in Pinglin Town, the breeze brought news about the green skin.
But now, this kind of strength is comparable to that of orcs, and their number is greater than that of brown-skinned orcs. The green-skinned orcs who go out to fight at every turn are gradually becoming a new hidden danger in the south.
Many lords felt that when the greenskins came, the ratmen were driven away.
There are also people who are worried that the rat men will be driven out and replaced by green skins.
Those who are worried are not pessimists, because real pessimists think that the rat men have not left and the greenskins have come again.
"Can greenskins communicate?" Annan asked with interest, not worried at all.
The greenskins are only in the south. There is no soil for them to survive in the cold north. Didn’t you see that the McKeons have only been shrinking in the north for two years since they came?
Selana said that the green skin only knows some simple words, and the most commonly used one is wagaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
After a few days of training, Ogar regained his handsome appearance, but was still a little weak.
Olmedo visited the Franco Territory with the Scarlet Witch's fleet, Tad led the druids to bless the farmland, and Itilia managed the Liberty City. Everyone has their own things to do. To do.
Even Annan.
......
Jack hurriedly broke into the cabin and screamed at Hunter: "Quick...get up! The enemy is coming!"
"Enemies? Where are there enemies?"
Hunter was woken up from his lunch break, and he drowsily grabbed the hoe he had put aside and rushed out the door.
It was originally a scorching sun, but Hunter, who rushed out of the hut, suddenly ran into a shadow.
He raised his head with black goo at the corners of his eyes, and looked at the outline of the eye that required looking up to see the whole thing.
"Then I'm not afraid of you either!"
The brave Hunter raised his hoe and was about to hit the silhouette.
"Hunter, what are you doing!"
A shout suddenly rang out. Hunter froze and saw Lady Ingrid coming from the field ridge.
"Lord Ingrid? I...I..."
The shadow held the hoe with two fingers, and as he raised his head, the bear's face left the shadow: "He seems to want to Fight with me.”
"They are the druids who came to help bless the farmland." Ingrid glanced at Jack who rushed out with a farm fork gritting his teeth and explained.
The stunned Hunter caught the hoe that was returned and asked blankly: "Blessing?"
"It can at least double the production of your fields, but you You can also refuse.”
"Yes, yes! We are willing!" Jack quickly agreed, showing a flattering look: "May I ask what we have to pay?"
"Nothing, except doubling the production demand during the autumn harvest."
"We agree!"
Ingrid opened the list, checked Hunter and Jack's names, and then left to register in the adjacent plot.
Hunter and Jack, you look at me and I look at you.
“We are going to get rich!” Jack suddenly threw away the farm fork, hugged Hunter and jumped up and down.
“How to make a fortune?” Hunter asked puzzledly. "Didn't you listen to Lady Ingrid? Double the production! The money we can earn will also double!" As he spoke, Jack turned to complain again: "I said I would rent 5 hectares of land. , you must not...”
“Can’t plow it over.” Hunter said muffledly.
Even three hectares is beyond the limit of both of them.
Wasteland is different from farmland. You can simply turn over the soil and plow it once to sow seeds. They have to face a large number of stones that are a headache. If the nobles next door had not sent people to help, they would not have had time to finish before the time limit. Complete sowing.
However, the few days and nights of sleepless nights also improved the relationship between the two. The hut originally shared by the two of them was demolished and a larger hut was built.
"That's right... when we make money, we can buy 10 hectares or 20 hectares and hire a bunch of farmers. Then we will be nobles!"
"Lord Annan said that there are no nobles in Liberty City. ”
“Idiot!”
……
Annan was reading a message from a merchant ship from Wilhelm:
The official ship of the Kingdom of Paem is passing through the Strait of Obiris, and its destination is Liberty City.
Annan thought of the other two gifts mentioned by the third prince...are they being sent over?
However, the merchant ship will not arrive for at least ten days, and what is more important now is the blessing journey of the druids.
“In five days, the Druids will bless the entire Gem Bay. It is expected that our harvest will increase two to three times this year.”
“The Druids are simply better than any other fertilizer. Easy to use..." Annan couldn't help but sigh, and found Ingrid looking at him strangely, "I mean they are natural gardeners..."
"What I mean is, won't you use your damn charm to capture them?"
"What words!"
Then it doesn't matter what I am today is all based on my own efforts and charm. , the dignified Lord of Free City does not need such means.
After Ingrid walked out of the door, Annan sighed sadly.
How could he not be greedy for Serana the Deerman... and her companions, but this kind of thing should not be rushed.
Fortunately, the seeds of good feelings have been buried in the soil, and sooner or later they will be harvested.
After the druids had circled around Gemstone Bay and had a sufficient understanding of the local customs and their prejudices had almost disappeared, Annan implored them to help bless the ancient oak tree and the original heart fruit tree.
“Do you want to plant outside the Elven Court?”
“Let’s give it a try.”
Facing Annan’s plea, the druids did not refuse, but 10 One seed of the fruit of original intention is not enough.
Not enough seeds...
"Did you poop?" Annan asked Ogar.
“What?”
“Did you excrete it?”
Ogar said embarrassedly: “Why do you ask this?”
"Of course it's the seeds. If you've eaten ten Fruits of First Aspiration, the seeds might be in the excrement."
"...There is no such thing."
"How could an elf possibly If you don't poop...really?"
Annan suddenly remembered that he had never seen a toilet in the royal court...
He changed the subject: "It's okay, I still have fruit here, but I have one more request."
"...You say."
If Annan saved the forest and the druid, it was equivalent to saving them twice, then giving Ogar the Fruit of First Aspiration was equivalent to saving him a third time.
"Can you breed a few more greenskins for us to play with...I mean research?"
(End of this chapter)