I'm an Aristocrat, but I've Started a Farming System

On the solar day of the 53rd year of the Ash Calendar, I was appointed as the Potion Steward, responsible for guarding the cultivation and harvesting of potions here. This is a glorious and sacred task, and I will never let down the Master Mage's expectations of me.

On the shining day of the 53rd year of the Ash Calendar, a new batch of magic potion was picked and sent to the next level. A large amount of beast flesh and blood was sent in. The serfs scattered the flesh and blood evenly in the potion field. I believe that these potions It can grow quickly after absorbing enough flesh and blood.

On Star Day in the 55th year of the Ash Calendar, I don’t know why. The adults’ demand for potions is getting higher and higher, but the output cannot be increased. More potion seeds must be purchased to meet the requirements. I asked about it. The tower steward, he told me not to worry. He had already sent someone to buy the potion seeds and would increase the supply of flesh and blood.

That night, the seeds arrived, and we opened up more farmland for planting. At the same time, a large number of wild beasts were sent over, with some World of Warcraft flesh and blood mixed in.

I was relieved, just give us a little time, these potions will definitely thrive.

On the lunar day of the 57th year of the Ash Calendar, the mage's temper became increasingly irritable. Many serfs had been burned to death. The demand for potions was even higher. Simply growing potions could no longer satisfy it. I saw the tower steward. The adults bought a large amount of magic potions and sent them in.

I don’t know what happened. I only heard the sound of explosions coming from the lower floors of the tower, and a large number of serfs were sent in. I never saw them come out again.

On the solar day of the 60th year of the Ash Calendar, I heard a shocking news today. A mage died unexpectedly. I heard it was due to an accident, but what kind of accident could cause the death of a mage? I asked my friend, He often goes in and out of the upper and lower tower floors, so he wants to know more.

Unexpectedly, he said something to me. We will all die in the near future. I didn't understand it. I kept asking him. He said in a desperate way that the Master had discovered something that he shouldn't have discovered. As for what it was, he didn't know what it was.

The sun rises today in the 62nd year of the Ash Calendar. But I don’t know why. I always feel cold, and the potions are also showing signs of sluggishness. I want to report this matter, but the tower steward is not there, so I just Being able to come back, a feeling of palpitations in my heart made me particularly uneasy. I saw that the serfs were also the same, and I instinctively felt that something would happen today.

I saw light, such warm light

The diary ended abruptly here. Lin En read it over and over again, but there was no subsequent record.

He held the parchment in his hand and couldn't help but shudder.

Linn exited the house and looked around. He had a creepy feeling.

From the diary, we can see that this man worked in this mage tower for many years, and finally became a potion steward, guarding these potions. Although he did not mention much about himself in the diary, Lin En guessed that he should be a mage apprentice and mastered some of the most basic magic.

These potions require flesh and blood to be cultivated. After they mature, they will be sent to the next level of the mage tower. As for what they are used for, he doesn't know, but it is nothing more than developing magic potions, conducting magic experiments, etc.

He was proud of such a job, and also talked about his family in his diary. His son was named Balco Morton. Although he did not have the potential to become a mage, he had the qualifications of a knight. He planned to train his son to become a mage. A knight.

The money he earns here is enough for his son to become an intermediate knight. As for the advanced level, it all depends on his son himself.

There are quite a few diaries mentioning family members, and most of them are about longing for each other. It can be seen that he cannot go out often.

Linn rubbed his chin and muttered: Balco Morton!

It seems that the name of the mayor Raff is Raff Morton. Could it be that he is a descendant of this man? No wonder there is a tradition of keeping diaries.

Lin En thought about it. The Ash Calendar written in the diary should belong to the time in the Mage Tower. It seems that the Mage Tower has existed for at least 162 years now. As for the specific distance, how long is it? , there is no real year comparison, and he is not sure.

Lin En didn't know what the sun day, the star day, or the moon day meant.

What can be determined from the diary is that this mage tower is not a structure in the traditional sense. The higher it goes up, the higher the level. On the contrary, the lower it goes, the more secrets it has.

There is more than one mage in the mage tower, and it is normal for multiple mages to study together. However, it is a bit strange to study in such an upside-down tower, not to mention that a large amount of magic medicine is required.

The mage tower on this level has a vast area, and the amount of potions grown is extremely large. Judging from the description in the diary and the traces of the land, there are at least dozens of acres of potions.

What are all these potions used for?

Later, there was more demand for potions, and potions even had to be purchased from outside sources.

As for the death of the mage, it is even more difficult to understand. After all, he died in the mage tower.

At the end of the diary, what does he mean by light?

If Linn guessed correctly, the housekeeper and serfs here were all dead and died under that light, otherwise the diary would not have stopped like this.

What are those mages studying?

I thought I had found a mage tower, but I didn't expect it to be a foggy place. Linn instinctively felt that this place was not that simple.

He came to the radiant plants, flowers that looked like sunflowers with little drops of dew on them.

There is a record of this kind of potion in the diary. This kind of potion is called sunflower. It absorbs the brilliance of the sun during the solar day and can condense the sunlight water. It has the effect of destroying evil and dark energy. It is also known as They are the tears of the sun.

Their demand for flesh and blood is not very great, they only need sunlight to survive.

Over the long years, most of the magic potions originally planted died. Only the sunflower was still alive, but overall it was relatively sluggish.

Lin En took out the bottle of recovery potion that he had used earlier and collected the sunlight liquid on the petals. In a short time, he collected a bottle.

He installed it carefully. Although the effect of this thing was not at its peak, it was a magic potion after all. He would wait and see how much it could fetch when he had the chance to sell it.

Before, Linn was still thinking that he would not be able to make a lot of money just by selling fennel, mint, and arrowhead mushrooms. Now this magic potion came at the right time.

Walking on the soil, Lin En looked at the dry land. Originally, all the magic medicines planted on it were dead, but the soil must be more fertile. This needs to be tested.

He came to the middle position. There was a downward staircase, but it was blocked by a defensive barrier. If he wanted to go down, he had to destroy the barrier.

Linn couldn't help but laugh. He thought that the magic device would be unemployed, but he didn't expect that he could still be employed again.