Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

Facing Narant's sudden action, Catherine was a little short of breath.

Although there was a wall behind and there was no way to retreat, Catherine didn't do anything drastic, but continued to bow her head. She knew that Narant was not that kind of lecherous noble.

Narant is naturally not a pervert, but he knows that if he wants to persuade a girl like Catherine who is used to being alone and burying her thoughts in her heart, then you need to be stronger than her, so that you can stir her mind.

That way, she'll be able to hear it.

"Well, then do you know why I have this title? It's because the God of Glory gives me guidance from time to time in my dreams."

"For example, I only came to Stormwind for three months, and I found four elves. This is the guidance of the God of Glory."

"And the appearance of dark creatures, the God of Glory will also have guidance!"

"Before you appeared, I was actually guided by the God of Glory, so the appearance of those dark creatures was not because of you! Nor was it because of Shirley and Vivian!"

"Is this true?" In a slightly nervous mood, Catherine finally couldn't help raising her head after listening to Narant's words.

She thought of the exercise venue that Narant had set up outside Maiye Village, and also thought of Narant's composure when dealing with dark creatures at the border. When she heard such words, she couldn't help but believe it.

Of course, she also very much hopes that this is true, because only in this way can she convince herself to stay in the castle so that she is no longer alone.

"Of course it's true, you can ask Shirley and Vivienne, when did I lie to them!" Narant nodded with a stalwart image, "Catherine, I hope you don't have to think about anything else next. With bad luck and the like, this is my castle, if you are really the daughter of bad luck, then I care more than you!"

"So, promise me, stay in the castle and learn Dou Qi with Vivian and Shirley. In the future, you will help me deal with the dark creatures and defend the Storm Territory!"

"And I will save more lucky girls like you in the future!"

"Ok!"

In the end, Catherine nodded heavily towards Nalanda!

For the next two days, Narant was not too busy, because Mario, a civil administrator, didn't need him to worry about many things.

And his plan to burn bricks has already started in these two days, because the masons have built a small experimental brick kiln more than two meters high at his request.

The brick kiln currently only puts dozens of bricks at a time, but for experiments, this is enough.

There is still no news about the process of inquiring about the firing process of the clay pot, so Narant simply asked his subordinates to fire it randomly.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard a saying somewhere before that when firing these clay products, the fire should not be too violent in the previous stage, otherwise the temperature would rise too fast, and the bricks would crack at that time.

So, he explained this precaution, and then just let Mario execute it.

After all, using this primitive kiln to burn bricks would not take one or two hours to complete. Even if the furnace was small, it would probably take at least two or three days. He didn't have so much free time to guard the brick kiln.

This morning, Narant ate breakfast and listened to Mario's daily report as usual.

But today's report has two more important news, one good and one bad.

The good news is that the first waterwheel mill in Stormland that he ordered to be built was finally completed yesterday afternoon. After Narant's inspection is completed today, the residents of Stormland can grind wheat on their own territory.

The bad news is that due to the addition of the barbarians and the arrival of Boris' team a few days ago, Storm Collar's food is not enough, and it can last for more than a month at most.

"Mario, how long until the next season's wheat matures?"

After finally surviving the third invasion of dark creatures and encountering food problems, Narant was speechless.

"My lord, it will take about two months for the wheat to mature. However, although the growth of wheat is good, because there are too few farmers in the storm, and the barbarians are going to settle down, they will not cultivate, so even if there are Wheat tax, but rations may still be insufficient in the second half of the year.”

"If your lord is not going to let the barbarians farm next season, you need to prepare in advance and go to other territories to buy food when the harvest is good."

"At that time, the price of food will not become more expensive, and it will be easier to purchase food!"

I have to say that Mario is a qualified and excellent civil administrator. Not only did he think of the current situation, but he also had a long-term plan. He even thought about the food problems that he might encounter in the next quarter.

"We have to find a way to solve this problem!" Narant also felt troubled after hearing this. The world's food crop is relatively simple, that is, wheat.

Although some places still have bananas and other fruit foods, they are not mainstream foods after all.

And because of the low wheat production, most territories are reluctant to sell grain, and in many cases, money may not be able to buy it.

The number of people in Narant's territory is too small, which is more difficult than other territories. The food cultivated by a few serfs cannot support too many idlers.

Now that these barbarians who can't farm are added, the problem immediately becomes apparent.

But the physical qualities of the savages are used for guards or for construction, and naturally they cannot be used for farming.

"I will send someone to Heiyan to ask about this in two days. If they have surplus grain, they will buy it. As for the next season's grain, when the harvest is good, you can remind me!"

For the time being, Narant has no other way but to spend money to buy it.

"Yes, my lord! The acceptance of the mill"

"I'll go after feeding the fire-breathing lizards later, you let the craftsmen wait there for a while!"

Next, Mario exited the restaurant after reporting.

"If only there were potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, etc. in this world, these crops are also high-yield!"

"It seems that another day, we need to figure out the situation in the sea first. The sea can actually share some of the food needs!"

"As for other methods, increasing the number of serfs in the territory is currently a bit difficult. There was no war in the Principality in the first half of the year~www.readwn.com~ So slaves are not easy to buy, and there are no bankrupt freemen willing to come to be serfs in Storm Territory! "

Taking money to buy food is just an expedient measure. If the Storm Leader wants to truly grow, it must be self-sufficient in food.

Otherwise, in an emergency, if the food is in the hands of others, it is easy for people to get stuck in the neck.

Outside the Black Rock Collar Castle.

"Huh, I'm finally back! This time is really lucky and exciting!" Before arriving at his castle, Boris was still a little unfulfilled by this thrilling experience.

In particular, there are two catapults on the carriage behind him, which means that he will be a nobleman on an equal footing with the counts in the future, and it is super honorable to say it out.

"My lord, you are finally back. Sir Bello of Barley Valley visited Baron's Castle yesterday and has been waiting for you in the castle!"

"Bello, why didn't he tell me in advance when he came to me!"

"Haha, Boris, with the relationship between the two of us, you definitely don't need to be so polite when you come here. How troublesome to send a visiting post!" At this moment, a man about the same age as Boris walked out from the gate of the inner castle. youth.

"That's true, but, Bello, if you send someone to ask in advance, you won't have to wait for me in the castle for a day!"

Boris didn't care about Belo's casual statement, because Belo and him had a very good relationship. The two were not only good friends, but also classmates.

And although this Bello was a knight, his father was one of the few viscounts in the Tulip Collar.

"Speaking of this, I'm curious, where did you go, Boris? Your butler told me that you went to the doomed land of Stormwind. I think your butler must be joking with me!"

"I'm very sorry, Bello, my butler didn't joke with you, I did go to Storm Collar!"