Lord of Plenty

"Dong Dong Dong~"

A strange musical instrument made of brass was struck by a short wooden board, making a deafening sound.

The next morning, the sun had already come out, but small pieces of snow continued to fall from the sky.

The border village of Emerald Heart looked dilapidated and lifeless in the morning sun.

The local residents who had endured hunger and cold for a long time opened their empty eyes and looked at the people coming and going outside the house with a little fear about the future.

There are new lords here, but they have no money to pay the increasing taxes year by year. There is only one fate waiting for them, that is, they will become slaves of the lords because they cannot pay the taxes.

Perhaps this would be better. At least they would become slaves and the private property of the lords, and they would have a meal to eat instead of starving to death.

Led by Vittorio, the tax officer, two guard knights in thick leather armor posted notices full of new policies in the most conspicuous places in the village.

Wearing the monster fur coat given by Kun, Old Tate wrapped himself tightly with two civilians who could write, and found a chair to sit in front of the castle.

Just waiting for the farmers in the Emerald Heart to see the notice, come to him to register and assign work.

Half of the people will be registered as lumberjacks, and the other half will be registered as decoration teams. After all, the Emerald Heart is too dilapidated and needs to be repaired.

Since Master Kun is going to build this place as if it were his own home, Old Tate is also going to work hard, especially to keep an eye on those lazy people who are used to cheating.

But after waiting for most of the day, only a few people came here to register, and they were all the people who followed them from the capital.

This made Old Tate, who patted his chest in front of his young master to promise to complete the task, feel a little embarrassed, and knocked on the table impatiently.

"Master Steward, have some tea."

A civilian who was called to help quickly handed his tea to Old Tate.

To be precise, Tate was not Kun's steward, and Kun did not have a steward.

A qualified steward needs to master many skills, such as receiving nobles, managing castles, being on call, and even knowing what the nobles eat for three meals a day.

So the stewards of great nobles are often the second sons of those small nobles, and only they who are born nobles can understand the needs of those great nobles.

It is said that Old Tate was just a servant in charge of leading horses in the Marquis's mansion at first, but through the attitude of the Lord Kun towards Old Tate along the way, these shrewd civilians who can live a good life in such a difficult environment naturally know who to please.

Old Tate took a big sip of tea, but still felt unsatisfied. He hesitated for a moment when he looked at the clean snowflakes on the open space. If there were no one else here, he would definitely eat heartily.

Unfortunately, he is now sitting here in place of the young master, and he can't embarrass the young master.

Turning his head to look at another person, "You, go ask Vittorio what's going on. It's been so long, why hasn't anyone come to register? He has delayed the important work assigned by the lord. Can he bear this responsibility?"

After a while, Vittorio, panting and sweating, appeared in front of Old Taylor.

Although the two have the same official positions in the territory, Old Taylor is still a servant, and it seems a bit inappropriate to order him around like this.

But after all, it was Old Tate who discovered him from the talent market and gave him an advance salary so that he could pay off his debts and avoid the tragic end of becoming a slave.

It's not an exaggeration to say that he has a favor for him, and it's reasonable for him to let this old man who still has many despicable habits have some time.

And you can't really underestimate this person. Although he looks vulgar, he is actually a rough and delicate person with a vicious look.

He can tell whether a person is capable or not at a glance. Most of the people who followed them to the territory were found by him.

He also used the same tricks on horses on people. If it weren't for this fierce servant, their team would have been in chaos before they arrived at the Fengrao Territory.

The most important thing is that Lord Kun trusts him unconditionally, so now only the great warrior Dawn dares to show him a bad face in the entire territory.

"What's going on? Isn't our tax officer's motto always that time is gold, never procrastinate? Why are you dawdling today?"

"Ahem."

Vittorio coughed twice and explained in a hoarse voice:

"Originally our plan was very good. I was responsible for posting the new territory policy, and then let the people in the village come to you to register and assign tasks according to their abilities.

But they never leave their homes, so no one reads what I post. I even seriously doubt whether they can understand what is written on it!"

"Then you just wait?"

Vittorio pointed to his throat and smiled bitterly:

"If they don't come out and can't understand, I can read it to them.

Look at my throat, cough, my throat is hoarse, and they just don't come out, and I can't do anything.

I can't let the guards drag them all from the house to here one by one, then can the lord forgive me?"

Old Tate touched his stubbled chin and said:

"They are obviously afraid of being at a disadvantage and don't believe what we say. What about Dawn, where has he gone?"

"Dawn said he wanted to see what was going on in the forest first, so he went to the Forest of Eternal Darkness alone."

Old Tate snorted coldly, "Humph, he ran pretty fast."

"Are you saying that the Sheriff knew it was going to be such a mess, so he ran away first?"

Vittorio was surprised when he heard this. He always felt that the guy with a righteous face should not be able to do such an unethical thing.

"I am the child of a servant of the Marquis family and have lived in the royal capital since childhood, while you are the child of a merchant family and live in the city. Among the three of us, only Daun was born in an ordinary farm.

Naturally, he knew what was going on here. He must have wanted to embarrass us in front of the young master by running so fast, so that he could secretly watch our jokes. "

Probably because I want to see your jokes.

However, Vittorio did not say this with such low emotional intelligence, but asked in a low voice:

"Then what should we do now? If the people in the village don't cooperate, our plan won't be implemented. Should we ask Lord Ichiban for instructions?"

"no!"

Old Tate refused without hesitation:

"Today is the young master's meditation day. No one is allowed to disturb it. I don't need to tell you how important meditation is to a mage.

As for the current trouble, since the people in Cuiyu Heart are not cooperating, we can first register the group of people we brought. Didn't the young master also say, let me take my time. "

Vittorio was speechless. Your problem has been solved, but what about mine?

If you two fight together, I will be the unlucky one in the end.

At this time, Kun, who was hiding in his room, was not meditating, but lying on the ground and carefully drawing a 'magic circle'.

The densely packed runes are mixed with ancient dragon language, moon elf language, and etheric language, the three languages ​​closest to the essence of magic. However, this magic circle is not a magic circle, but a divine magic circle.

The only effect of this magical array is for priests who believe in gods to communicate with the gods they believe in.

Of course, communication is communication, whether the gods respond is another matter.

According to the definition of a magician, what this magic circle communicates is not God, but the natural spirits that symbolize the origin of magic. There is actually no problem in saying that this kind of existence is a god.

Both sides insist on their own opinions, and no one can convince the other.

However, although there is belief in gods on the mainland, no one has ever seen a real god.

Kun didn't care about that either.

Whether God exists or not, what does it have to do with him?

The main reason why he does not believe in God is that belief in God costs too much gold coins. The money his family donates to the church every year is enough to buy another territory several times larger than the Land of Plenty.

If belief in gods would give him gold coins, then it wouldn't matter if he believed in them. Unfortunately, this is obviously impossible.

As the last rune was engraved, the magic circle on the ground emitted a dazzling light, and Kun slowly took out a bunch of specially preserved plump rice ears and placed them in the center of the magic circle.

At the same time, the six-pointed star pattern on Kun's palm automatically emerged, echoing the magic circle on the ground.

Legend has it that the Chosen One can enter the Kingdom of the True God through this magic circle, directly meet the True God, and listen to the oracle.

However, the existence of the Divine Chosen itself is also an ancient legend. At least in the past three hundred years, I have never heard of the Divine Chosen appearing anywhere.

Even Kun himself didn't know whether this legend was true or false. He did use this magic circle to open a mysterious door, but when he walked in, he didn't see any gods.

I saw the bunch of rice ears placed in the center of the array floating out of thin air, and the plump rice grains fell off. Then all the rice began to take root, sprout, leaf out, bloom, and bear fruit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, a mysterious 'golden' door made entirely of mature rice ears appeared in front of Kun, who he called the "Gate of Fertility".

Without any hesitation, Kun stepped forward and stepped into the legendary door connecting the Kingdom of True God.

Starlight flashed across the sky in front of his eyes, and countless dust particles swirled and condensed, finally turning into round 'seeds' suspended in the endless void.

Most of these seeds died, and only some extremely special lucky ones sprouted life.

Those 'seeds' that sprouted life made Kun feel friendly, especially those with particularly strong vitality, which made Kun feel like he could descend there.

But he didn't do that.

This kind of random intrusion into other worlds is very dangerous, and the more lush and vibrant the world, the stronger the power of protection.

There were some particularly dangerous seed worlds. Even if he took a quick glance at them, he could feel the terrifying sights coming from inside the world, which was suffocating.

Among these countless 'seeds', so far, Kun has only chosen to come to one.

It was a small, beautiful, blue seed.

Like a blue and white precious magic gem.

He didn't feel any danger there, and the Gaia's will in the world itself was extremely weak, basically unable to resist his arrival.

Of course, that world is not dangerous, just a complete illusion.

According to the information he learned, the people in that world created terrible weapons that were enough to blow up the whole world. Everyone lived on a gunpowder barrel. When they found that killing was equivalent to suicide, they became a little quieter.

Although it was dangerous, no one could deny the prosperity of that world.

A strange society without fighting spirit, magic, and all ordinary people, but it could have such a prosperous and developed civilization.

While being curious, Kun also gained a lot of knowledge and magic inspiration from it.

For example, the improved version of the magic map using 3D modeling technology.

From this, Kun also deeply realized that this world without extraordinary power is itself a huge wealth, even beyond the concept of wealth itself.

As the starlight in the world channel froze, Kun's eyes lit up, and a square and bright bedroom appeared in front of him.

The decoration style of the bedroom is simple and warm. On the open window, the curtains are slowly fluttering with the breeze, and the warm sunlight shines through the window that seems to be polished with the purest crystal, and falls on the desk full of drawings and brushes.

The owner of the room is not here.

Kun skillfully opened the wardrobe in the corner, picked out a few casual clothes from it, and changed out of the conspicuous high-level wizard robe he was wearing.

Even if he went out in this wizard robe, he would never be called to the police as a strange guy and arrested, but he would have a high rate of turning heads.

But he didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by people like watching a rare monster in a cage. Some people were even particularly enthusiastic and would touch him.

His friends had specially reminded him that in their country, boys must learn to protect themselves when they go out, so as not to be taken advantage of again.

He had eaten tofu before, and the food processed from beans was indeed delicious, but what did this delicious food have to do with those people who touched him?

The culture of this country, tsk, is very profound!

Jeans, white shirt, small straw hat, coconut shoes, after changing clothes, Kun looked at himself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad, not bad, in this way, he changed from a lord of another world to a thorough local.

In the mirror, the bright golden pupils tilted slightly downward, looking a little guilty.

Probably?

After looking around, there was no one in the whole house, so Kun guessed where the person would be at this time.

When he went out, he was greeted by a flat and wide asphalt road.

He had only seen such a flat and clean road on the first avenue of the capital, not to mention the dirty road in his territory that was no different from a mountain path. There was no comparison between the two.

The road in front of the palace was the road that the king had to walk on when he was crowned and receive flowers and blessings from the people. It was cast with the permanent magic, "Blessing of the Earth Elves". Even if the road was twisted or damaged, it would automatically repair itself.

Of course, this magic needs the earth-based archmage in the Mage Association to be re-cast every ten years.

And here, it is said that the whole country is paved with such roads.

Kun looked back at the place where he came out. It was a two-story building that was very common in farms in this country. It was red brick and white tiles, and it seemed to be shining under the sunlight.

On both sides of the road that stretched to the end of the field of vision, there were all similar small buildings.

In his mind, Kun made a slight comparison with the cold and leaky castle where he lived now.

It can only be said that it is hard to describe.

And this is just the place where farmers live in this country with neither magic nor fighting spirit, which is equivalent to the huts and wooden houses where civilians live in the kingdom.

Is this reasonable?

Kun asked himself.

But he couldn't find the answer.

He only knew that he liked it here and wanted to live here forever, but unfortunately he couldn't do it, because once his magic power was exhausted, he would be immediately rejected by this world.

"Since I can't live here forever, I'll move it to my territory."

This is the first time in the life of a young man who is indifferent to the world that he has something called ambition.

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