Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

In the afternoon of autumn in the northern border, although the bright sun hangs high in the sky, it no longer provides much hot temperature to bake the fertile land.

Wearing a slightly funny wide-brimmed straw hat, Reiner led a team of Agriculture officials in the endless waves of wheat, carefully checking the wheat that was about to be harvested.

This batch of wheat sown in late spring has now matured after four or five months of fine planting.

At first glance, the wheat fields that were invisible were like golden oceans. Each bunch of wheat ears was thick and plump, with heavy heads hanging down and swaying in the wind. Even the refugees in the southern border who were temporarily living in the sheds at the eastern section of the city wall could not bear it. Walking to the wheat field, he showed his envious eyes.

This year will definitely be a good harvest year, but it also depends on this batch of magic wheat seeds enchanted by the mixed-seeded elf Egno.

The official in charge of the Ministry of Agriculture is an old farmer who fled from the southern border to the wasteland and planted it for three generations for life. He is very clear about what wheat should grow in the northern border, because the temperature difference between day and night is very different from that in the south, no matter how much it is. Is it barley or wheat basically in the form of single ears, and each bunch of wheat can pull out more than ten grains, which is a blessing for the fertility of the black soil in the wasteland.

But in this golden wheat field in front of you, all the wheat plants have two or three ears, and the wheat grains they produce are fuller and larger than before, as they are as adorable as shining golden beans.

"How is it? The magic of the elves used to folk agricultural planting, and the harvest brought by them is unimaginable, right?" Reiner picked a wheat ear with a metal palm and said with a smile to the officials of the Ministry of Agriculture beside him.

The agricultural manager sighed, "Yes... It's a pity that there has never been any noble spellcaster master in the past, willing to look down at the land and crops we rely on for our livelihood..."

Halfway through the conversation, I suddenly remembered my immediate boss, Reiner, who has always regarded himself as a spellcaster. I quickly shut up and changed the topic, "Sir, the weather has been clear recently, and the wheat fields can be harvested at any time. You see... ”

Reiner clapped his hands and said in a relaxed tone: "Then start tomorrow. Let the mechanics and repair center complete all agricultural alchemy beasts this afternoon, and start harvesting farmland immediately tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed to the direction of the Bingyuan River, smiling at the endless flat wasteland opposite the river bank and said, "While the harvesting work is underway, don't forget this newly planned farmland pioneering work... I asked the Lord of the Lord to give special approval. With the authority to use the icebreaker, you can arrange personnel to arrive on the other side as soon as possible to complete the measurement and division of the pioneering fields."

A young subordinate official came over and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Reiner, do we really want to reclaim the land on the other side of the river? Leave it to the civilians who migrated from the south to cultivate? But the fields are on the other side of the river. It is impossible to transport so many people by relying on a large ship, and there is not even a thatched hut on the other side. What should they do if they eat and live?"

Reiner chuckled with a firm footsteps, "Don't worry, Lord Lord has been prepared. You will see that this wide and turbulent ice field river will be built on this wide and turbulent ice field river to directly connect the two banks. In the future, when you are slack in the farming season, you will no longer have to take the risk of paddling a sampan and pick the delicious wild fruits made from jam on the other side..."

...

Since Dult met Harvey, the lord of the pioneer lord, he has been staying in the small building of the guesthouse where he was originally arranged to stay. He meditated and read all day and stayed silently, waiting quietly to arrange the next task for him.

The reason why he decided to stay in the northern wasteland for a long time was mainly because during the meeting with Harvey, the other party personally passed on his uncle Fair Hoden's letter to him.

Dult was a little confused about this. Uncle Fer was far away in the demon battlefield in the Evil Moon Mountains. Even if he used a spell messenger to deliver the letter, it would take as long as one month, so that the messenger could travel thousands of miles apart from west to east. The journey is to the Shenji Mountains north of Jackdaw Ridge.

But the letter in his hand, whether in terms of the authenticity of the content or the time, was simply written to him by Uncle Fair just a few days ago. I don’t know what kind of secret magic ability the Lord of the Spellcaster Lord has passed. Received the letter so soon.

The content of the letter is very concise. Apart from some daily trivial matters that only relatives in the family can know, my uncle only asked him one request - to find a way to stay in the pioneering leader and learn magic with this Lord Harvey. Never return to St. Valen for a short time, or in the hometown of Daes, the wizard kingdom.

Uncle Fair also affectionately called the Lord Harvey his best friend, and it seemed that he had been familiar with his peers for a long time, which made Dult, who was originally about the same age as the other party, feel very embarrassed. I don't know if he should The manners of treating elders are with this young lord.

However, this Lord Harvey doesn't seem to care much about some cumbersome etiquette and looks very gentle in his behavior, which is completely in line with Dult's mind, who is independent of the hidden high-level spell casting outside the Federation and the Wizard Kingdom. the identity of the person.

"His Excellency Harvey, what you mean is... Let me work with this gentleman, Mr. Civilian, and build a bridge on the river beside the territory?" The first task Durt had finally waited for. , it made him feel confused.

He had never dealt with ordinary people in his life. Except for the servants and grooms raised by the family, those mortals without extraordinary abilities were like weeds growing on the roadside. Although they could be seen all the time, there was no need to pay attention to them.

Haru, the director of the construction department who was summoned to the lord's castle, was also a little confused. "Lord, are you going to build a floating bridge on the glacier river like the one at the valley outpost?"

Haru dealt with spellcasters like Reiner, Asdalen, and Egnor all day long, so he didn't feel afraid at all. When Harvey nodded to signal them to sit down, he sat down on the sofa next to Durt, causing the young spellcaster to frown slightly.

"Excuse me, sir, the glacier river is 70 to 80 meters wide, and the water flow is extremely turbulent. If it is a floating bridge, it may be able to maintain traffic for a short time, but it will soon be washed away after the spring thaw..."

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Harvey smiled and pressed the blueprint spread out on the desk, and said softly: "When did I say that we want to build a floating bridge? The reason why I arranged a spellcaster to work with you this time is because I want to build a permanent bridge made of reinforced concrete!"

After he said that, he ignored Haru's shocked expression, turned his head and smiled at Durt: "I heard from Mr. Fair that the magic faction you are good at is a combination of force field casting and earth element magic, right?"