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Chapter 1193 Chapter 115. Harvest Year

They are belligerent and rude, and the only thing that seems to interest them is fighting, fighting, and endless fighting.

At first, the greenskins 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 devour their masters.

But at the same time, the greenskins will compete and cooperate with each other: the greenskins will choose the strongest greenskin as the leader through fighting, and then follow the leader's orders to go out and fight, fight foreigners, and fight other greenskins. The winner will become the new leader of the two greenskin tribes.

They are either fighting or on their way to a fight.

This is not the worst: it would be fine if the greenskins were born with only "forbidden magic", after all, the number of druids is limited, and the 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 of the greenskins.

But now, the green-skinned orcs, whose strength is comparable to that of the orcs and whose numbers are greater than those of the brown-skinned orcs, and who always roar "Gahhhhh" when going out to fight, are gradually becoming a new hidden danger in the south.

Many lords felt that the greenskins came and the ratmen were driven away.

Some people are also worried that the ratmen will be driven out and replaced by greenskins.

People who worry are not pessimists, because real pessimists think that the ratmen have not left and the greenskins are coming 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 freezing north. Didn’t you see that the ratmen from McKeon have been hiding in the north for two years?
Serana said that the greenskins only know a few simple words, and the most commonly used one is Wahgaaaaaaa.

After recuperating for a few days, Ogar regained his handsome appearance, but was still a little weak.

Olmedo traveled to the Franco territory with the Scarlet Witch's fleet, Dad led the druids to bless the farmland, and Itilia managed the Free City. Everyone had their own things to do.

Even Annan.

……

Jack rushed into the cabin and screamed at Hunter: "Hurry...get up! The enemy is coming!"

"Enemy? Where are the enemies?"

Hunter, who was taking a lunch break, was woken up. He drowsily grabbed the hoe beside him and rushed out the door.

The sun was shining brightly, but Hunter, who rushed out of the cabin, suddenly ran into a shadow.

He raised his head with black eye mucus in the corners of his eyes and looked into the outline that required him to look up to see the whole picture.

"Then I'm not afraid of you either!"

Brave Hunter raised his hoe and was about to smash it at the outline.

"Hunter, what are you doing!?"

Suddenly a shout was heard, Hunter froze in his tracks, and saw Lady Ingrid rushing over from the ridge of the field.

"Lady Ingrid? I...I..."

The shadow held the hoe with two fingers, and as he looked up, the bear face left the shadow: "He seems to want to fight with me."

"They are druids who are here to help bless the farmland." Ingrid glanced at Jack who rushed out with his teeth gritted and a farm fork in his hand, and explained.

Hunter, stunned, took the hoe that was returned to him and asked, stunned: "Blessing?"

"It will at least double the yield of your fields, but you can refuse it."

"Yes, yes! We are willing!" Jack agreed quickly, showing a flattering look: "May I ask what we have to pay?"

"Nothing, except doubling the production requirement during the fall harvest."

"We promise!"

Ingrid flipped through the list, checked Hunter and Jack's names, and left to register for the adjacent plots.

Hunter and Jack looked at each other.

"We're going to be rich!" Jack suddenly threw away the farm fork, hugged Hunter and jumped up and down.

"How do you make money?" Hunter asked in confusion. "Didn't you hear what Lady Ingrid said? Double the production! We can also double the money we can earn!" As Jack spoke, he started to complain again: "I said I wanted to rent 5 hectares of land, but you refused..."

"It's too hard to plow through." Hunter said in a muffled voice.

Even three hectares was beyond the limit for both of them.

Wasteland is different from farmland, where you can simply turn the soil over and plow the ground to sow seeds. But they have to deal with a large number of stones, which is a headache. If the nobles next door had not sent people to help, they would not have been able to complete the sowing before the deadline.

However, the sleepless days and nights also improved their relationship a lot. The small house that they originally had for each of them was demolished and a bigger one was built.

"That's true... Once we make enough money, we can buy 10 or 20 hectares and hire a bunch of farmers. Then we'll be nobles!"

"Lord Annan said 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 Obiris Strait, heading for Free City.

Annan thought of the other two gifts that the third prince mentioned...are they being delivered to him?
However, the merchant ship will take at least ten days to arrive, and what is more important right now is the druids' blessing journey.

"In five days, the druids will bless the entire Gem Bay. We estimate that our harvest this year will increase two to three times."

"Druids are more useful than any fertilizer..." Annan couldn't help but sigh, and found that Ingrid was looking at him strangely, "I mean, they are natural gardeners..."

"I mean you don't use that damn charm of yours to capture them?"

"What words!"

Then they said something like I am where I am today because of my own efforts and charm, and that as the Lord of Liberty City, I don’t need such means.

Only after Ingrid walked out the door did Annan sigh with melancholy.

He had always coveted the deerman Serana... and her companions, but there was no need to rush into such things.

Fortunately, the seeds of goodwill have been planted in the soil, and will bear fruit sooner or later.

After the druids had a tour of the Gem Bay and had enough understanding of the local customs and people, and their prejudices had almost disappeared, Annan asked them to help bless the ancient oak tree and the original fruit tree.

"You want to plant outside the Elf King's Court?"

"Give it a try."

Faced with Annan's plea, the druids did not refuse, but 10 seeds of the Fruit of the First Heart were not enough.

Not enough seeds...

"Did you poop?" Annan asked Ogar.

"what?"

"Did you poop?"

Ogar said embarrassedly: "Why are you asking this?"

"Of course it's the seeds. You ate ten First Heart Fruits, so maybe the seeds are in your excrement."

“…There is no such thing.”

"How can an elf not poop...really?"

Annan suddenly remembered that he had never seen a toilet in the royal court before...

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 druids, it was equivalent to saving them twice, then giving Ogar the Fruit of the Primordial Heart 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)