I dominate the magic world by farming

Winter has completely passed, the coldest days of spring have passed away inadvertently, and the temperature in the Kingdom of Apocalypse is gradually rising!

The heating magic circle in Apocalypse King City stopped operating.

The ice and snow melt and everything revives! The snow in the corner of Apocalypse City is the only remaining trace of winter.

The first ray of spring sunshine shone into Field's study.

Director Nelson stood at the door, slightly straightening his stooped waist, looking more energetic.

He pushed open the study door and walked in slowly, holding government documents in his hand.

"Your Majesty the King!"

"It turns out to be Butler Nelson, sit down quickly!" Field said with enthusiasm on his face.

After hearing this, Nelson picked the nearest chair and sat down.

Field smiled warmly at the old hero in front of him, trying to be as kind as possible.

"Butler Nelson, why did you come to see me? Why go there in person? Can't you just ask the deputy director to come?"

Nelson shook his head and then got straight to the point.

"Your Majesty the King, do the two new provinces also need to be given names?"

Field was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his right hand and patted his head.

"How come I forgot?"

That's right, while he was focusing on developing and building the two new provinces, he completely forgot about naming them.

Nelson had a panoramic view of Field's every move, with a kind and happy smile on his lips, "Convene a palace meeting? Discuss the name of the province?"

Hearing this, Field thought for a moment, shook his head, and rejected Steward Nelson's proposal.

It’s just a name, there’s no need for collective efforts.

"There's no need to hold a palace meeting. It's spring plowing right now, and the province's development and construction work has not yet been completed. There is no need to interfere with everyone's work progress with this trivial matter!"

Field lowered his head, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Nelson, "I will carefully consider the naming matter. Butler Nelson, please go back first!"

After hearing this, Nelson supported the armrests of the chair with both hands, stood up slightly tremblingly, bowed to Field, saluted, and then left.

Butler Nelson's back disappeared, but a trace of sadness flashed across Field's eyes.

"Time is most ruthless, old friends are getting older!"

"Hey~"

A sad and helpless voice echoed in the study.

Quintus and his personal guards Bismarck and Colin outside the door have a panoramic view.

Suddenly, Field's voice sounded again in the study that was gradually becoming silent.

"Quintus!"

Before the echo of the voice disappeared, Quintus' figure came to Field's desk.

"Your Majesty the King, what are your orders?"

A glass bottle shining with silvery white and light green light appeared out of thin air in Fisher's right hand, exuding rich vitality.

The glass bottle rose in the air and glanced at Quintus.

"Cut it into five parts and give them to Director Nelson, Dean Al, Director Edmund, Director Warren and Director Colvin respectively!"

Quintus was born and raised in Apocalypse City and a magician who graduated from the Magic Academy.

His body remained motionless, his eyes tilted slightly, with shock in his eyes.

"This...this is the fountain of life for the elves!"

Yes, the vial in front of me is the Fountain of Life that Director Javier bought back from the Terra Forest at a high price.

But the plan could never keep up with the changes. Field's mother suddenly fell ill, and she was separated from the yin and yang after just one meeting.

The fountain of life has also been preserved.

Facing the most precious treasure, the Fountain of Life, Quintus was shocked and confused in his heart. Why is this treasure so violent in its use of nature?

But Quintus said nothing, just nodded slightly, turned around and left, completing what Field told him.

This is the quality that a mature administrator should have. He only does things but doesn’t talk and doesn’t ask.

The study fell into silence again.

Field lowered his head and muttered to himself: "These are all great heroes of the Apocalypse Kingdom. They are still old and do not have extraordinary power."

Suddenly he raised his head and looked at the magnificent ceiling, "I hope the fountain of life can extend the life of the old hero!"

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In the vast and vast land of Corsi Province, as far as the eye can see, farmers are bending over to sow hope into the soil.

"Come on! There will be meat to eat tonight!" the supervisor shouted loudly as he put down the hoe in his hand and hit his lower back, which was feeling a faint pain.

But soon the overseer realized that his words of encouragement were useless.

The farmers worked hard and had no intention of cheating.

The overseer felt bored and bent down again to continue farming.

Not far away from everyone, a group of people held quills and recorded the cultivated area and cultivation quality of each farmer.

The larger the area, the better the quality, and the higher the income. This is the "more work, more gain" system that Field improved in order to mobilize enthusiasm.

This also explains why the overseer went to work in the fields himself. The tasks of supervisors are simple and the pay is correspondingly low.

In order to earn more money and buy a house, the supervisor had to do it himself.

Dubai Port is the largest port in the Apocalypse Kingdom and the wealthiest and most prosperous town besides the Apocalypse Kingdom!

At the magic sword fish breeding base, the staff put the newly bred magic sword fish larvae into a huge pool.

"Lord Kanus, I think adding a pond to breed the magic swordfish is not enough!" The man's face was full of thinking.

"Huh? Why?"

"Hasn't the Kingdom of Apocalypse opened up two new provinces? Then the demand for the Magic Knife Fish will be even greater!"

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