"What? You still need to collect taxes when there is a famine like this?" Gretel finally still had sense and did not ask this question.
However, Serila beside him had already ignored him and blurted out: "Don't they care about you starving people to death?!" A flash of embarrassment flashed across the old priest's face and he remained silent.
Gretel gently waved his hand, signaling Cerela not to ask further questions, but Bernard intervened: "Hey, those big tribes collect taxes, who cares whether the small tribes below live or not. It's like this even in the wilderness. - you need his protection, you need his help to kill the monsters, in short, if you want to survive, you have to hand it over." The old priest breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Obviously, this
The news that "there are too many bastards in the world, not just our kingdom" calmed his pride.
He turned his head and coughed twice: "Actually, we are fine... We are far away and the place is barren. We only need to pay for some warcraft products such as animal skins and teeth. The core area of the kingdom, alas..." This sigh The nine twists and turns made Grete's imagination soar instantly.
The poll tax, land tax, and war tax have been collected for 80 years; the children and daughters are sold if the taxes are not paid, and the cows are demolished - no, there seems to be no cattle in this continent, that is the demolition of the houses. Alpaca; the taxes paid by the nobles are paid back in full, and the taxes paid by the common people are divided into 37%... Of course, Gretel does not have the grand goal of liberating all mankind, and he does not want to express his opinion on how the indigenous kingdom collects taxes.
He just nodded slightly and asked the old priest as if casually: "What about now, has the situation of potato crop failure improved?" Well, if his memory is correct, the potato rot and crop failure seems to be related to some kind of bacteria - or some kind of Fungi are involved.
The Great Famine in Ireland in the previous life seemed to be the widespread spread of this bacteria...
"No..." The old man sighed sadly. He rubbed his hands and seemed to be a little more stooped. He was hunched over and huddled up: "We brought in some new potatoes from the mountains and replanted them. We did get a lot at first. But it doesn't matter. It’s only been a year, and most of this year’s potatoes are rotten…” Hmm, it sounds more and more like it.
Grete cupped his chin and muttered: In my impression, if potatoes are constantly planted with tubers from the previous generation, the varieties will become too single and their disease resistance will gradually weaken.
At this time, there is another potato disease, which is mutually contagious. It would be slightly better to replace it with new tubers, but Gretel strongly doubted that the fields where they grew potatoes had not been disinfected at all...
"Can you show me some raw potatoes?" He leaned forward and lowered his voice. Next to them, Idian and Serira coughed at the same time: Just look at the potatoes, why are you acting like thieves?
If distinguished guests like us want to see some potatoes, can we not let them see them? ! Gretel turned a deaf ear.
Although he is a healer and not a natural priest in the traditional sense, he can still try to treat potatoes occasionally.
Of course, the premise is that the reason for the failure of the potato harvest is what he guessed, and not some inexplicable factor.
For example, if a little demon gnaws potatoes or something, it would be completely inappropriate for the Plague Lord to solve these problems.
Obviously, treating humans might be unpopular, but looking at potatoes is less of a problem. Idian did not speak to stop him. He watched the old priest give a few instructions and asked someone to bring a basket of raw potatoes. He also took one, holding it in his hand and turning it around: "Do you feel it? "He turned around and asked.
Grete shook his head very honestly, looking left and right, trying to find a place to put down the mage's hut, open his workbench, centrifuge, microscope, and a whole set of equipment - feeling?
What is feeling? He doesn't know whether the shape of a potato in his hand is normal or abnormal, whether the wrinkled skin is sick or has been stored for too long, whether the skin is a little blue and has gone bad... He doesn't know at all. I know!
"Not very alive." A voice suddenly sounded next to him. Grete quickly turned around and saw the elf caster who was traveling with him, the taciturn Ms. Losia, who spoke in a rare golden tone: "Polluted."
"Yes, I feel the same way." Udian nodded repeatedly: "There is something eroding and devouring its vitality, making it impossible for this potato to grow normally. It's okay to store it like this now, so it won't rot immediately. It will fall off, but once it is buried in the ground..." After being buried in the ground, with abundant water and nutrients, these things that erode the vitality of potatoes will be more active than the potatoes themselves.
Without waiting for the potatoes to take root, sprout, complete a life cycle, and produce new potatoes, these things will eat them up and let them rot in the ground.
"Yes, I feel it too." Idian nodded lightly. As a warrior, his mental power is not as delicate as that of a spellcaster, but it is still sharp enough.
After saying this, a hazy green light shrouded the egg-sized potato in his hand: "Well... let me see if I can save it with the power of nature..." The green light shrouded in it, sweeping and cleaning it back and forth. Again.
Next to it, seven or eight pairs of eyes were staring at the potato: the old priest, the young warrior who was ordered to deliver the potato, and the indigenous women looming outside the bonfire outside the clearing.
Before Grete set off from Nevis, he was already in constant condition.
"low light vision",
Various magics such as "dark vision" can be seen at a glance, and there are also indigenous children pulling at the hem of their mother's skirt, looking at the potatoes eagerly and swallowing: "Can these potatoes be eaten?" They looked dry and wrinkled. Damn, some places seem to have mold spots, some places seem to have sprouts, and are a little green.
As far as Grete's common sense in preserving potatoes is concerned, this thing can't be eaten, right?
"It's edible, it's edible!" The young soldier who sent the potatoes nodded vigorously: "This potato is still good, enough for a meal! - Of course, this one is a bit inappropriate, but after being purified by the noble Lin Xing, , it must be no problem!" Gretel sighed silently.
Even eating moldy potatoes like this shows that the life of the local indigenous people has reached a certain level of misery.
In other words, I would rather die of poison than starve to death... I hope they can help. He looked at Udian, who had obviously finished casting the spell and nodded with satisfaction.
He turned his body sideways and handed the potato in his hand to Luo Xia: "Can you feel it, is it okay?" The female elf mage rolled her eyes at him.
Instead of reaching out to pick it up, he slapped it with a cleaning technique and rolled up the dust and dirt on the potatoes.
Udian embarrassedly
"Hehe" smiled: "Forgot..." Luo Xia remained silent, her slender fingers fell on the potato and stroked it twice.
The female elf pondered and nodded: "Yes, yes. But, how much power do you have to deal with the potatoes that a tribe wants to grow?"
"..." Idian was silent for a moment. For a moment, he worked hard to exercise the muscles on his face and smiled at the spell caster beside him: "Isn't it you..."
"I won't do it." Luo Xia's eyes instantly turned cold. The female elf shook her long silver hair, turned away, and no longer participated in any discussion.
"Hey -" Yudian subconsciously reached out to hold him back. Unexpectedly, Luo Xia walked a few steps quickly, jumped onto an old tree outside the cave, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Udian: "..." He shrugged, turned back as if nothing had happened, and smiled at Gretel.
He spread his hands and made a helpless gesture: "I can't help it. This is how pure naturalistic spellcasters are. Even opening up farmland to plant crops feels like destroying nature - Hey, Grete, what can you do? What are you doing? Go?" Gretel had already unfolded the mage's hut and got in, leaving only Idian behind.
Behind him, Cerela followed suit and quickly followed. She stopped slightly at the door of the mage's hut and turned to give Idian a sweet smile: "Let's go study it! Study it~~~ Study it! Don't worry, Gretel is amazing. I'll definitely figure it out!" It's not that I'm worried... Idian's raised arm fell weakly: But, little Grete, you took away all the potatoes!
Although I am just a warrior, I - according to human terms - am also a three-ring nature priest, and I can also be studied together!
But Grete obviously had no intention of taking him to study together. He and Cerela entered the mage's hut one after another, and the walls of the hut disappeared immediately.
The attitude is very obvious, that is
"Don't disturb outsiders." Idian's long pointed ears stood up and then fell down, fell down and stood up again, but he couldn't hear anything.
He snorted unconvinced, sat down on the spot, and closed his eyes - well, this time, the vibration of the earth gave him the answer.
People inside were walking around, and there was a loud buzzing sound from something hard, probably cutting potatoes—buzzing, buzzing, buzzing.
Idian pricked up his ears and guessed curiously. This movement. Maybe it's crushing, this movement might be grinding, this movement, could it be that the centrifuge is spinning?
"Don't worry too late!" He shouted in vain across the mage's cabin. He didn't know whether the sound transmission function of this thing was turned on or whether the people inside could hear it.
Turning around, Bernard looked at him without words: "Sir, the boss and Miss Serira, they are not like this..."
"Of course I know!" Idian rolled his eyes at him: "I want to remind them not to spend all day and night as soon as they start researching, and pay attention to rest! Gretel should remember that he is still a mage and needs enough Sleeping, right?" Idian didn't know if his worries had come true.
He only knew that the next morning, when it was almost noon, Grete came out with disheveled hair and a basket of potatoes: "Where is the potato field here?"
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