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Chapter 290 Super Improved Crops

Chapter 290 Super Improved Crops
——Professor Armstrong of the Red Rose Empire.

Even if the player has not interacted with him, he must have heard his name more or less.

He was the first person to improve the original treatment potion and cure the seriously injured Anlos.

The hard-to-find high-end healing potion is a treasure that everyone, whether players or NPCs, covets.

Unfortunately.

Maybe it's because the extraordinary materials in the secret formula are really difficult to obtain.

Not to mention mass production, only Professor Armstrong can produce so many bottles a month.

Extraordinarily precious.

Such a big contribution and unconscious "hunger marketing".

This old professor, who had been unknown for the first half of his life, suddenly became the most sought-after talent in the empire.

According to rumors, the headmaster of Alchemy School, who also serves as a teacher at Nymeria College, is extremely jealous.

Closer to home.

Seeing Professor Armstrong, the players were shocked and shouted:

"The inventor of the high-level healing potion! I'm going to say that he has an affair with the prophet camp!"

"That's what you said."

"But that's right," Brother Hongshi's eyes shone as he thought, "Previously, among the mission rewards from the prophet camp, there were high-level healing potions."

"It's like, there's a unique way to get it."

Now this "mystery" can be considered solved.

Isn’t there a special way to obtain it? It turns out that the winner of the Empire’s highest contribution award also belongs to the Prophet camp!

"I'm still reluctant to use that high-end potion."

Li Sanguang sighed:

"If I hadn't joined the prophet camp, how could I have gotten this good thing!"

Goujiang nodded vigorously and jumped up and down happily: "Master Prophet is so awesome! Master Shengzi is so beautiful! Hehehehe~"

The players were so excited that they could not wait to swarm over and frantically increase the favorability of the herbology professor.

Looking at them, Anlos smiled at his original mentor:
"How about it, Professor Armstrong. They are all very nice."

"Ah, yes indeed."

Professor Armstrong scratched his head and laughed.

He was originally worried that the Prophet's family would look down on him.

But now it seems that he is too worried.

These kids are really nice.
Why do you feel that your mind is a little abnormal?
But after thinking about it, Professor Armstrong felt relieved:
After all, they are the descendants of the prophet.

It's normal to be different.

He nodded with deep understanding and showed an honest smile.

not to mention.

Professor Armstrong cares more about his former student, Anlos, than those family members.

He looked sideways at Anros.

Before this, I had never thought that Anros was actually connected to that mysterious and powerful existence.

Professor Armstrong couldn't help but feel worried.

Alas, I signed a contract with that gentleman because of my own selfish desires.

But this kid
When Anlos stood in front of him, revealing his identity.

Without thinking, Armstrong asked first:
"Child, you weren't, were you coerced?"

No matter what, he couldn't believe that this pure and kind-hearted boy was actually having an affair with that unrighteous god.

The first reaction was that Anlos had been deceived.

Unexpectedly.

Anlos was stunned for a moment and glanced at him with some unknown meaning.

Then, he put his hands together and raised a pious and grateful smile:
"It was the Prophet who cured my body. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to live until now."

"Please rest assured, Professor Armstrong."

"I was not coerced or coaxed by anyone."

"It has nothing to do with anyone. I stand here and do these things out of my own will."

When he said these words, Anlos' ice-blue eyes that curled up in a smile shone like stars.

See this.

Professor Armstrong suddenly remembered——

Anlos is the new star of their Red Rose Empire!
Replace Samuel and become the only and most shining star in this boundless night.

".Good luck to you, my boy."

Professor Armstrong couldn't help but feel a little moved. He touched Anlos' head and felt heartbroken at the same time.

Oh, poor kid, so strong.

I really hope he won't be bullied.

"If I can help with anything," Professor Armstrong said with a firm expression, "please tell me without being polite! I will definitely do my best!"

Anros: "Great, we need you for city-state construction, come on."

Professor Armstrong: "Huh?"

This, so fast?

He's not ready yet! ! !

that's it.

The really poor Professor Armstrong was "forcibly" abducted by the little devil Anlos.

Beware, the Cultivator’s Guidance.

"Okay, everyone, look over here."

Anros clapped his hands, and the noisy players immediately stopped.

He looked at Anlos intently and intently, waiting for him to speak.

This scene inexplicably reminded Armstrong of a certain dog experiment.
In silence, Anlos continued:
"From now on, our respected Professor Armstrong will be your cultivator's guide."

"Because we're in this nightmare, normal crops can't grow, and there's no need to grow them."

"We should take advantage of the nightmare environment and plant the most beneficial thing - nightmare plants."

And this is the specialty of the genius Professor Armstrong.

Anros rolled his eyes.

Step back and give center stage to Professor Armstrong:

"Now, let's ask our respected professor of herbal medicine to explain to you the crops we want to grow."

It’s not just players.

Many animal residents also came up curiously and pricked up their ears.

Land to grow crops?

Can they eat the rumored "food"?

This has never happened!
But their trust in the lord made them have no doubt whether such "fantasy" could come true.

A pair of eyes lit up with hope and expectation.

Being stared at by countless eyes, Professor Armstrong cleared his throat nervously and nervously.

He took a step forward and said:

"Uh, um, good evening, gentlemen and ladies, I am your future planting guide, Professor Armstrong."

The response to him was silence.

The players looked at each other and thought:

Is it possible that we should applaud now?

As expected of a professor, after the first sentence came out, they felt a little sleepy.

"Uh, haha, there's no need for an introductory remark. Let's just get to the point."

Armstrong wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and smiled awkwardly.

"According to my research, the main nightmare crop is something called 'fingerworm'."

"Fingerworm?"

One player wondered:

"I remember that in the nightmare world, when I was looking for monsters in the wild, I would occasionally crush a white insect that looked like a finger."

"Then the system will say, 'Kill the finger bug.'"

"Isn't it the lowest monster in the nightmare world? How did it become a crop?"

Although Professor Armstrong did not understand some of his words.

But Anlos said:

If you encounter something strange, just ignore it.

That is a unique way of communication between these dependents.

So Professor Armstrong didn't care and nodded:

"That's right!"

"When the fingerworms mature, they fall off the pods and wander around as 'fruits'."

"After being swallowed, the reproductive seeds in the body will be excreted with the feces, take root and sprout in the ground, and grow new plants."

As he spoke, Professor Armstrong gradually calmed down.

It turned into a gushing excitement like a nerd sharing a beautiful girl’s figurine.

"We - ah, no, we are those more sophisticated nightmare creatures that eat the immature larvae of fingerworms." "The larvae are similar to rice. They grow in rows on the ears."

"Actually, adult insects can also eat them."

"I saw a lot of people buying canned fingerworms in the Nightmare Market. It's very valuable for research, hehehe~"

It was different from Professor Armstrong’s kind smile.

The players couldn't help but show indescribable expressions.

Whispering to each other in a low voice:

"Ugh, I can't look directly at the white rice anymore."

"The game settings don't have to be this realistic."

"It's quite interesting to talk about it."

"Write it down in a small notebook. This is all important background information!"

"So," at this time, Brother Hongshi raised his hand and asked, "Excuse me, are we going to plant this kind of fingerworm?"

Unexpected.

Professor Armstrong shook his head and showed a simple smile:

"No, we want to plant crops that are more productive and tastier than fingerworms——"

"That's the one I improved, 'Super Leech No. 3'!"

Hear the words.

On the side, Anlos couldn't hold back and spurted out with a "pop".

He stared at the herbal medicine professor in astonishment.

W-what No. 3?
Super leech? ? ?

Not to mention that this thing is weirder than a fingerworm.

Why does this name give him a sense of familiarity inexplicably?

Leech, leech.
"what!"

Anlos suddenly shouted and thought about it——

Isn't the magic potion he used to completely heal his body called "leech potion"? !
The name is so beautiful that even leeches can obtain Pava's powerful potion.

At that time, Anlos remembered that he actually asked Professor Armstrong to assist in the configuration.

Professor Armstrong indeed said that he wanted to develop its "replacement" as much as possible to benefit as many people as possible.

But why did you study and research from leech potion to the nightmare crop "Super Leech No. 3"? ? ?

Anlos was puzzled.

He only knew that Professor Armstrong had a big job to do, but he didn't expect it to be so exciting!
No.

Maybe this Super Leech No. 3 actually has nothing to do with his leech potion.
It's just that the names are a little similar.

Professor Armstrong: "I'm ashamed to say that the person who inspired me to successfully improve the nightmare crop was my student, Mr. Anlos."

Suddenly.

The players looked at Anros with a touch of surprise and disbelief.

It turns out that their noble Holy Son has such a strong taste.
Anlos: "."

It's really not easy to keep smiling.

Professor Armstrong showed everyone his improved crop - Super Leech No. 3 from the cultivation box.

It was a pale seedling about the size of a palm.

The leaves are oval, fleshy, and soft when pinched.

From the outside, it looks like a very "animated" seedling.

"It is improved from fingerworm plants and uses the idea of using leech magic medicine to fight poison with poison."

Armstrong wanted to treat a child, gently caressing the seedlings and said:
"Its stems, roots and leaves are highly toxic, but the fruits it produces are not only non-toxic, but also larger and longer than ordinary finger worms. It emits a unique fragrance when cooked."

"The requirements on the soil are not high, and manure can be used as fertilizer."

“As long as you grow this crop, you will never go hungry again.”

As he spoke, Armstrong looked at the animal residents hiding not far away and showed a kind smile.

Judging from the barren land and the skinny bodies of these animal men.

They must have not had enough to eat for a long, long time.

"Yes." Anlos nodded, "Thank you, Professor Armstrong."

He figured it out.

No matter what its name is.

It just needs to be better and stronger than the original crops!

This is a nightmare city-state where humans are the lords and eat food modified by humans!

Can other nightmare lords do it? !

Think about this.

Anlos looked at the white and moist seedlings again, and the more he looked at them, the more he liked them.

Anyway, it’s not him who eats it.

He raised his head and said to his fellow citizens:
"You also have to participate in the work, in order to exchange one day's labor for wages."

“Before the food is grown, wages are first paid with bio-paste.”

"After that, it will be exchanged for the common currency of the nightmare world, Moon Face."

Before solving the problem of food and clothing, apart from loyalty to themselves, food is their first motivation.

After food and clothing are satisfied, commerce and trade can be developed, consumption stimulated, and currency circulation can be carried out.

"We have to replace biopaste with other foods because it has other more important functions."

Anlos said.

"Yes! Your noble lord!"

The animal residents responded in unison, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

Seeing this, the players were not far behind.

Angrily, he shouted in a louder voice:
"We will not disappoint your expectations! Dear Lord Holy Son!"

"very good."

Anlos nodded with satisfaction, a hint of gentleness and pride in his eyebrows.

The strong wind blew by, blowing up his dark blue cloak like a night of stars, and Hunter flew behind him.

It's like spreading a pair of wings.

It makes Anlos' figure become more upright and valiant, which complements his status as the lord of a city.

Just standing there arouses people's respect.

——Lord the Holy Son, you will definitely be able to lead us to enjoy delicious food!

The players in the prophet camp thought to themselves, clenching their fists excitedly.

I am full of expectations for the upcoming version 2.0.

——Lord, you will definitely be able to lead us out of our suffering!

thought the animal inhabitants.

Although I had never heard the honorable name of "Prophet" before, at this moment, I sincerely prayed silently.

[Countdown to public beta of version 2.0: 3 days]

The northern realm, the Stentino Empire.

This is a desolate country.

There is nothing but impassable mountains and rocks that surround the border.

The warm spring breeze has never visited here, only the continuous heavy snow all year round, as well as the severe cold and strong wind that can freeze your ears off.

The harsh climate made farming impossible in the Stentino Empire.

Mainly based on animal husbandry, the plateau cattle and horse-sized black wolves are their specialties.

I don't know if it's because of the remote location - just over the snow-capped mountains is the place where the wizard promotion exam is held.

Most of the people in the Stentino Empire are taciturn, eccentric and gloomy.

The feelings between people are very indifferent, and smiles and sunshine are rare things.

——The environment is so depressing, no wonder war mania arises.

Anros looked around and thought so.

That's right.

At this time, he was in the slums of the Stentino Empire.

The portrait opened the way for him.

God knows how rare it is to find a spiritual painting in a desolate place.

However, as long as people have something they want to express, works of art will emerge spontaneously.