Lord of Rot

Chapter 22
"Cough cough!"

The pungent smell produced by making preservatives made Li Qi cough non-stop. He raised his hand and fanned it for a long time before dispelling the smell.

Turning his head to look at the mutated half-ghoul wandering in the distance, it has a very low consciousness, even under Li Qi's request, it can only walk slowly and aimlessly.

The corpses of the other two local residents were also made into dead corpses by him. There were no magic materials. They were just the most common dead corpses, and they needed to be controlled by him personally.

Li Qi also arranged for people to go into the mountains to search for red herbs, but so far there is no news, but there is a lot more game on the table.

The production of preservatives is not difficult, the materials can be bought and the price is not too expensive, the only problem is the pungent smell, if he hadn't researched it in the crypt in the bedroom, the whole Porcupine Castle might be able to smell the smell.

It is impossible for a corpse soaked in embalming agents to appear in the public eye.

With the three corpses of local residents, Li Qi's next time strategy is obviously much faster.

crypt.

He controlled two rickety corpses of local residents and pulled out a long sword full of rust. He was familiar with the dual purpose of one mind, the application of combat skills and the characteristics of no pain and no death, let him carry it hard and cooperate The red-haired mutated half-ghoul successfully penetrated the crypt of the local people.

After discovering the order to kill the red-haired half ghoul, her simple brain executed this almost instinctive order very simply.

In the corner, a small landman curled up in a ball, looking at the dead body in fear. It may not understand why the dead body of its relatives would stand up and kill other relatives.

And Li Qi would not let it cause so many troubles.

The long sword pierced through, and the last resident died.

The loot can now be counted carefully.

He found a meadow.

Blue grass, blue bark.

"Could this thing be the grass of life mentioned in the son of the ranger's book?"

In addition to the blue grass, the loot included three intact corpses of the natives, a pile of rusted armor and weapons, and a rotting crate.

The dead body tore apart the fungus-growing wooden box, and most of the living things were rotted beyond recognition. Only a sealed cylinder attracted his attention.

study.

There are two things on Li Qi's table, a blue grass and the sealed cylinder.

Use a knife to pry open the cylinder, and inside is a letter sealed with wax paint, an unopened secret letter from hundreds of years ago?Even if he is not a scholar, Li Qi's breathing is tense at the moment. People will be curious about the unknown history, and the secrets hidden in history will aggravate people's curiosity.

For hundreds of years, the letter inside the cylinder was only paper yellowed, but he still opened it carefully so as not to be damaged.

But not letters, but... magic!
It records a kind of magic called "Eagle Eye". By domesticating one's own bird and letting it patrol in the air, the magic user can see everything in its eyes.

"It's like the way necromancers control dead bodies, but this kind of magic can't control its actions, it can only see what it sees."

The effect is not as good as controlling the dead, but it requires less energy and can be used on living things.

After Li Qi carefully read it several times, he copied the magic letter again, and then burned the yellowed one. It is time to show mercy to the letter paper, so we can't keep the original copy. I hope it can last for countless years. .

The smithy of Black Ears.

Li Qi came to inspect the new agricultural tools made by his blacksmith apprentice. Although Hei Er was arrogant and thought that he was destined not to make agricultural tools, he had to say that he was really good at making agricultural tools.

"What you want...I have already built this iron farming tool."

It was a triangular double-edged iron weapon with a long and pointed front that could dig into the soil.

Hei Er scratched his unwashed hair for a month or two, and asked curiously, "My lord, are you going to install it on the hoe?"

"of course not"

Li Qi shook his head: "I need to create a brand new farm tool, which can make the plowing faster, more efficient and less labor-intensive."

When digging pits requires hands, and some farmers can only afford to use hoes, the appearance of plows in their own territory will greatly increase the speed of plowing. Of course, the lord does not intend to provide these for free.

In the past few days, the autumn harvest has come to an end, and a new round of agricultural planting is about to begin. He intends to let the slaves use the plow to attract farmers to change tools.

The cultivation of wheat is a good demonstration opportunity.

Although making heavy plows will greatly liberate manpower, the porcupine collar only has the few old horses just bought, and there is not enough animal power, so it is not considered.

According to the groom's appraisal, there are only two fertile mares left, and the rest can only be used for pulling goods, don't even think about the ones that are too heavy.

With iron, the rest of the plow needs to be made by a carpenter, but what the porcupine collar lacks is a craftsman, and Hei Er, who heard Li Qi's idea, volunteered. He has experience in making farm tools, so he is not completely ignorant of carpentry. .

Baron Li Qi, who had absolutely no talent under his command, could only let Black Ear try.

"grown ups!"

The servant Pitchfork ran over in a panic.

"What's wrong with the pitchfork?"

Pitchfork glanced at Hei Er, and the apprentice blacksmith turned around and left with great interest, leaving room for the master and servant to chat. Then Pitchfork whispered: "I have mixed that grass into the sheep according to your instructions. In the feed, after the sheep eat..."

"How?" Li Qi was very curious about the efficacy of the Grass of Life.

"That ram rode on the ewe for a long time," Pitchfork said awkwardly. "Now the ewe runs away when it sees the ram."

"Where's the ram?" he asked.

Pitchfork scratched his head: "The ram is foaming and has woken up now, but its legs and feet are weak and it can't stand up."

"Then let it have a good rest." Li Qi expressed understanding to the ram whose body had been hollowed out: "If it doesn't eat grass, open your mouth and feed it, don't let it starve to death."

Pitchfork immediately replied, "Yes!"

Li Qi was thinking about the grass of life.

"One grass can exhaust the sheep to death. If you dilute this grass, use it to make special medicine and sell it to Iron Stone City..." He seemed to see a golden road to wealth.

The "sacred place" in Ironstone City is very suitable for selling men's special drugs.

But before that, we need to experiment a few more times, so as not to eat dead people.

The autumn harvest was over, and this year's harvest was not good. Carloads of dry grain were sent to the castle, and the remaining small part could be used to help the farmers resist the cold winter.

The man who had just finished working, Pig's Eye Grass opened the door and went home.

Oatmeal porridge was stewed in the hanging pot, and the bran that had not been completely removed was floating on the porridge. The man's stomach gurgled after bursts of aroma, and he took a spoonful and was about to put it into his mouth.

"That's for the children!" The wife in a dirty linen dress came over, snatched the spoon from the pig's-eye grass, and poured it back into the pot: "There is no food at home, how do we spend winter?"

The land I planted doesn't always produce food, and my husband is also very diligent in farming, but... probably he is not devout enough to pray to the four gods.

An old broken tooth in one ear can have enough food for the winter, and he was married to a new widow by the lord, and his life was perfect.

"Hey" Pig's Eye Grass grinned: "Who can't say winter? The lord said that if anyone's food is not enough, they can go to the castle to borrow. If you borrow 10 pounds this year, you will have to pay back 13 pounds next year."

"Your lord really said that?" The wife asked in surprise, and then said with a bitter face: "If the harvest is not good next year, what should I do?"

"Then give your life to the adults as slaves." Pig's Eye Grass pretended to be open-minded and said: "I think that group of slaves have a much better life than us. They can still drink oatmeal soup and eat a piece of rye bread a day."

The woman was emotional: "Who will be a slave!"

Slaves only have the freedom to commit suicide. Apart from that, everything must obey the orders of their masters, and the children of slaves are also slaves. This is the case for life and death. She hopes that her son will become a farmer in the future. If she is lucky, she can enter the castle and become a male servant. The whole family life can be much better.

Just like Mrs. Titmouse, since she entered the castle as a laundry maid, her children can eat well every day.

"I think the old toilet borrowed 30 pounds of oats." The pig's eye grass said in a low voice: "The food grown by his family is not as good as ours, really not, and we are not the worst. If we can't pass this In winter, we are all over. When I go to work next year, you pray to the four gods at home, and you will definitely have a good harvest."

She was faintly persuaded: "Why don't you try it?"

(End of this chapter)