Lord of Plenty

Offer a bunch of full and ripe rice ears devoutly, and the Lord of Fertility will grant the believers the sweet fruits they desire in their dreams.

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The wheels of the carriage creaked, and the warm breath exhaled by the panting Angele Black Wildhorn Horse carrying heavy objects on its back was instantly dyed white by the surrounding cold air, and finally condensed into ice and attached to the hair on its chin.

The long team stretched out in the snow-capped mountains and slowly walked towards the destination.

In addition to hundreds of carriages carrying private property, there was a whole team of guards riding war horses and wearing thick leather armor outside the team, who were always alert to the surrounding situation.

Protected in the center of the team was a beautifully decorated four-horse carriage.

It was called a carriage, but it was more like an exquisite little house. The four huge black weird wheels moved steadily on the rugged mountain road, without any bumps.

The outside of the carriage was painted with the family crest of the Alan family, a pattern of a knight holding a flag, and the crown on the knight's head was not a flower, but a thorn covered with spikes.

Anyone who knows a little about the noble crest knows that this means that the owner of the carriage also has the most noble royal blood of the kingdom, the thorn royal family, and has a noble status that cannot be compared with those ordinary small nobles.

So this team of people had no problems on the way from the capital to the northern territory except for encountering a few wild beasts.

The captain of the guard riding a second-level magic beast Scale Fire Horse came to the front of the carriage and shouted inside:

"Master, we have entered the area of ​​​​the rich territory. Do you need to come out to inspect your future territory?"

"Stop making noise, Dawn, it's so cold outside, there's nothing to see except snow?"

Pushing open the door of the carriage, the first person to come out was a skinny old man who wrapped himself tightly in a fur coat, with a hunched body and a rabbit fur hat on his head.

Old Tate frowned his dry and messy eyebrows and complained:

"Not everyone is as strong as you warriors, what if the young master catches a cold again?

The Northern Territory is not the capital, not to mention the priests who can heal magic, it is difficult to find a doctor who is proficient in herbal medicine."

"Humph, I didn't call you, why did you come out?"

The square-faced knight raised his head high, looking down on this guy who relied on his age.

He was just a servant who grew up with the viscount since he was a child, not even as good as a second-class civilian. If he was outside, he would just chop him with a knife, but it would only be a little compensation. How dare he yell at him.

Old Tate got off the carriage first and kicked away all the snow around the door of the carriage with his feet to prevent the snow from getting his young master's boots wet again.

"After walking for a whole month, we finally arrived."

After Old Tate got off the carriage, a handsome boy with curly blond hair who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old got off the carriage.

His unusual golden pupils were as warm as the sun, and he was not wearing a noble fur coat, but a slightly thin bright yellow wizard robe.

Of course, the wizard's physique alone could not resist the biting cold wind in the North Territory. It was the red second-level magic crystal inlaid on the wizard's robe, which was polished to a sharp angle, that was constantly dispelling the surrounding cold air.

Looking at the flat and short "black mountain" at the end of the field of vision, which was wrapped in layers of clouds and mist and could not be seen clearly, the noble boy Kun sighed:

"That is the remains left by the scorched mother tree of life three thousand years ago. It is really hard to imagine what kind of great life can grow so huge?

It is a pity that I can't see the whole picture of the tree with my own eyes."

Here it comes again.

Old Tate smiled and looked at the guard captain Dawn. This was a rare tacit understanding between the two.

Everyone knows that his young master is a gifted life mage, or what ordinary people call a wood mage, who loves to tinker with flowers and plants.

Who would have thought that a son of a noble marquis with royal blood would come to such a miserable place, just because the place is big enough and there are enough fields for him to plant as he pleases.

If this reason were to be told, the nobles in the capital would probably die of laughter.

They even went to the territory just after the end-of-year celebration and before the ice melted, just to rush to the Rich Territory before the spring and sow in early spring.

Although it is called the Rich Territory, it is not rich at all. In addition to its wide area, there is only a small village with a permanent population of only more than 500 people. It is not even a town and belongs to the border area of ​​the kingdom.

To the east of the Rich Territory is the Ever Dark Forest, where high-level monsters often appear and are very dangerous. To the west is the forbidden scorched earth where no grass grows under the curse. Behind it is the Storm Sea where Naga appear.

No ships can pass through there, and there is a whole quarter of the year covered with ice and snow. The temperature is so low that it can freeze rocks. It is a truly bitter and cold place.

The only advantage is that the land there is fertile and the grain produced is of very good quality.

But how much money can you make by growing grain?

If it is not to feed the farmers and slaves in your own territory, I think no lord would be willing to grow those cheap grains in his own territory.

So this territory became a piece of chicken ribs that no one wanted, until it was stuffed into the hands of the young master by their biased old marquis.

For this reason, the "reluctant" young master moved half of the treasure house of the marquis's mansion, and then embarked on the long journey to become a lord of a place.

After a short break, the team started moving again, and finally arrived at the village of 'Emerald Heart' before the sun set.

There were very few low thatched houses and wooden houses, not to mention the flat streets. Some were higher here and some were lower there. The ground was full of frozen hard excrement. Fortunately, the weather was still cold now, otherwise the smell here would be terrible when the temperature rose.

Born in the capital, Kun's face was stiff when he came to this kind of countryside for the first time. He suddenly found that he seemed to have taken it for granted. This place was obviously not the kind of field scenery and pleasant scenery he expected.

Old Tate looked indifferent. He had planned for his master before he came. Anyway, he couldn't count on the output of the territory.

Before coming, he deliberately bought a lot of shares of big merchants in the capital. At that time, the young master only needed to study his favorite life magic in the castle with peace of mind, and the annual dividends would be enough for his daily expenses.

The resolute expression of the guard captain Dawn did not change at all. He knew that this day would come sooner or later when he chose to be the guard captain among the children of the marquis.

Moreover, he was born in such a village and knew the real situation of these villages much better than the other two.

At the edge of the farm, there was a small castle with only three floors. The nobles of the kingdom loved to live in the castle to show the huge gap between themselves and the common people. Of course, there was only one castle in the capital, which was the palace.

Such a shabby little castle could not accommodate the 500 people in their group, so most people still had to live in tents before the new house was built.

If it weren't for the fact that old Tate insisted that he adhere to the tradition of the nobles of the kingdom, and the lord must live in the castle of the territory on the first day of arriving in the territory to swear sovereignty over this place, Kun would rather live in a carriage than live in such a dark and cold place at first glance.

Unlike the shabby exterior, the interior of the castle was relatively good, but it was probably because no one had taken care of it for a long time, and it was gray everywhere. Old Tate quickly called the servants to come and clean it.

After more than an hour of cleaning, the whole castle was finally brand new, and Kun was sorting out the precious magic books he brought with him in the room. These things could not be handled by others, so he had to do it himself.

"Dongdong~"

Old Tate's voice sounded outside the door.

"Master, the celebration dinner is ready. Do you think we should start now or wait a little longer?"

Kun's room was strictly prohibited from anyone entering without his personal permission. To outsiders, this was one of the few places where he was similar to a normal wizard.

According to the tradition of the kingdom, on the first night when the new lord arrived at the territory, he would entertain the team he brought to build the territory, assign powers, and inspire people.

"Let's start now. I'll be there in a moment."

Putting the last magic book in his hand back in place, Kun adjusted his wizard robe in front of a standing mirror as tall as a person.

Although it was a bit unbecoming of aristocrats to wear this attire to the dinner, who cares? He had already gone to a sparsely populated place like the frontier. It was impossible for an etiquette officer to chase him and ask him to regulate his etiquette.

Looking at his own conspicuous blond hair and golden eyes in the mirror, which were different from those of the Lawrence family, a trace of sadness rarely appeared on the face of the young boy.

Although being thrown here was just what he wanted in some ways, in fact, he was still casually sent to this bitter and cold place on the frontier to fend for himself.

He, Kun Yalan, was the fifth child of the Marquis Lawrence.

Normally, only the eldest son of aristocrats could inherit the title and territory. The other children either became the steward of their elder brother who would inherit the title in the future, or became the steward who helped the family manage the shop.

In short, normally, the second son or bastard of aristocratic families generally had a low status.

But the difference was that his mother was a real royal family.

According to the aristocratic laws of the kingdom, the children of the royal family must have their own territory, that is, the title, and could not become civilians.

The kingdom will grant the title and certain benefits, but the father of the child will have to worry about the territory.

And those who can marry into the royal family cannot be small nobles.

So this law is actually a disguised weakening of the great nobles. By allowing the great nobles to marry into the royal family, the children they give birth to will divide the territory, power, and property of the great nobles one by one, and slowly weaken them into small nobles, so as not to shake the status of the royal family.

After his mother gave birth to him with Marquis Lawrence and completed the royal mission, she and his father played their own games. Anyway, there was no emotional foundation.

The marriage of the nobles has always been like this. Rather than saying it is a marriage, it is better to say that it is an exchange of family resources. Marquis Lawrence can print the royal blood crown on the family emblem, and the royal family has also gained support and peace of mind.

As for him, he was driven to the worst piece of land owned by Marquis Lawrence, and fend for himself.

Although Kun knew the significance of his birth very well, he was still inevitably sad.

He also wants to gain the love of his parents and the attention of his father, instead of becoming an eyesore and being thrown away like trash.

From childhood to adulthood, his brothers and sisters bullied him, his parents were indifferent to him, and only those plants that could not speak, boring magic, and Tate, a loyal servant, would accompany him. Over time, all of this became a habit.

He went from being afraid of loneliness to enjoying loneliness.

As for the real reason for coming here, it was naturally not as his father, Marquis Lawrence, claimed to the outside world, that he chose this territory and moved here because he liked the magical plants in the Ever Dark Forest.

It was not as the nobles in the capital knew well, that he was forced to come here.

Both statements are actually inaccurate.

In fact, he came here willingly, and his goal was very clear, which was the extremely fertile land in the Rich Territory.

Kun looked down at the palm of his right hand, and a golden hexagram appeared there. One corner of the hexagram had been lit, and in the center of the pattern was a rice ear pattern.

This is not an ordinary magic mark, but a mark of the gods.

He, Kun Yalan, is not an ordinary life magician, but a God's Chosen, the God's Chosen of the God of Fertility!

The so-called God's Chosen is a special existence favored by the gods.

In the religions of the main gods believed in the continent, the God's Chosen has the same status as the Pope and is the closest existence to God in the world.

With the identity of God's Chosen, Kun can walk sideways in the capital, and Marquis Lawrence will not treat him so badly.

But the problem is that none of the six true gods currently believed in the continent is the god in charge of fertility. Kun even went to check the religious history of the continent for this reason, and did not find any gods that can match this one.

Obviously, it is not that this God of Fertility has fallen as early as the mythological era, so humans have no relevant records of him.

Otherwise, this God of Fertility is a thorough evil god!

If the evil god's God's Chosen is discovered, he should be hanged, right?

Kun skillfully hid the hexagram mark on his palm and walked towards the banquet hall on the first floor as if nothing had happened.

This God-chosen mark appeared when he created the first fertility magic at the age of six, and it took another six years to successfully light up the pattern of the first corner.

And if you want to continue to light up the second corner, you must choose a place with fertile soil and large enough.

In the capital, he spent four years, but the progress was equal to zero.

So he came here, the unworthy fertility territory.

When he saw the name of this place, Kun had a strange feeling, as if this place was prepared for him.

So among the three territories given by his father, which were not very good, he chose the worst one without hesitation.

Just like he stepped into the door full of unknowns without hesitation.

Unlike several other ambitious brothers and sisters who still had ambitions for the title, he really didn't care.

Let alone a marquis, even if a throne was given to him, he would not be rare.

How can the shining crown compare to the rolling wheat waves?

You like rights, I pursue freedom.

We have nothing to do with each other.

Don't get involved!

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