The little paw pressed the phalanx and pinched it, a little hesitantly.
Feti pointed blankly and poked the little paw. When he pressed it, the flesh of the paw sank in. When he let go, it popped out again. It was soft and fun.
Fetty poked it a few times and wanted to poke it again, but raised its little paw and slapped its hand away.
The little claw finally pulled away the finger bone, and when it stretched out again, it threw out a small bag of fairy beans.
"No..." As soon as he said one word, the little paw retracted again.
"I don't want this...Ask the Immortal God...I don't want to eat..." Looking at the empty statue holder, Feti was at a loss. It didn't need to eat, so why give it elf beans? It just wants to ask the immortal god for information.
But the little paw has been retracted and I can't hear anymore. What should I do?
"I was tricked..." Feti raised his hand with only four fingers left. Forget it, he picked up an ordinary finger bone from the ground and placed it on the hand rest of the statue.
It thinks too much. How could the evil god be interested in ordinary finger bones? Feti found some more rocks, but the statue still didn't respond.
Just like this, a lonely figure wandered around the earth. When he found something new, he put it on his hand, but this was a desolate world, and many things were worthless...
…
Ange planted grain on all the newly reclaimed farmland. The land here is very fertile, in the barren mountains and ridges, and rarely visited. If it is reclaimed, it can feed many people.
In fact, there is such undeveloped land everywhere in the main plane. However, the productivity is low, and land reclamation is a matter in which the effort and reward are not proportional. The noble landowners are not interested at all. They would rather evict and annex the land of the farmers, because that is Rehmannia.
This place is actually only a few dozen kilometers away from the Principality of Montenegro, but if you want to develop this place, you need at least one road. How much does it cost to build a road here?
Even if roads are built and farmers are relocated, little can be done if there are fewer people. If there are more people, the investment will be huge and it can easily bankrupt a noble.
When people move here, they have to cultivate farmland, build houses and settle in, and there are all kinds of upfront investments, which are very costly.
But what about the benefits? The first year will definitely be pure expenditure, and there will be some income in the second year, but it will definitely not cover the expenditure. It will be at least five, six, seven or eight years before the balance of payments is possible, and then taxes can be collected.
However, it may take decades to recover the initial investment based on tax collection alone. Everyone knows that land reclamation is a century-old undertaking, but after the cost is really calculated, who would be willing to really devote themselves to land reclamation?
"You are still awesome. Hundreds of acres of wasteland can be reclaimed in a few days. Use this place as a base and move dozens of farmers here. You will be able to harvest next year. After the balance of payments is balanced, we can gradually expand based on this place. It doesn't take much. A town can be built with investment,” Negris lamented.
Ange shook his head: "No, right away." He stepped on a footprint.
What he meant was that there would be a harvest within the next year. The farmland he cultivated was planned based on how far the quick-death halo could radiate.
At the beginning, the quick-death halo could only radiate an area of 300 acres, but now it can radiate 600 acres, so he planned to cultivate 600 acres at a time.
However, at 600 acres, the pollination and grain-filling period would be too much to handle, so he extended the time of the quick-death halo. Now it takes four hours to complete the entire cycle.
With regular use, Ange became more and more comfortable with the application of the instant death aura. When he first understood it, he could only open it to the maximum or reduce it to the minimum, and he couldn't control it at all.
Now he has gradually been able to control the range and acceleration rate of the halo.
"Can magical skills be upgraded? How is it possible? How did you do it?" Nigris asked in confusion.
It also has magical skills, why can't it be upgraded? It was like that when I first awakened, and it was the same afterwards. I almost never heard of magical skills being able to be upgraded.
"Contrast." Ange said.
"Pfft, don't you write down the subtle changes every time you use a magical skill, and then compare it with the previous ones?" Nigris wanted to vomit blood.
Ange nodded matter-of-factly.
"...That's right. No one's magical power comes from strong winds. You must use it sparingly and be careful every time you use your magical skills. How can you be like you who use it to grow vegetables every day." Negris said angrily:
"I'll check it next time, uh, no, I can't use the magic skill anymore. No, the Aura of Enlightenment can still be used, and the Whisper of Truth should also be used, but my believers never pray to me. I have no chance to use it. Bada, why doesn’t that dead kid pray?”
The only disciple of Nigris, the pharmacist Sava, was carefully dropping medicine into the test tube in the laboratory when she suddenly sneezed inexplicably.
With a shake of her hand, too much potion was dripped, and a stream of green smoke rose from the test tube, which hit Sawa's face and she took a big sip.
Sawa's face turned green when he reacted, and he cursed angrily: "Zhaobada, who is cursing me!? This is sleeping beauty..." Before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground, whistling. Fell asleep.
Warnia, who heard the commotion, poked her head in, took a look, walked in without surprise, stretched out her hand to take a breath.
"Well, she's still breathing. Throw her on the bed. If she's not breathing, look for Lisa." Vanya muttered, stripped Sava naked and threw her on the bed.
After cooking dinner in the evening, I brought it in and saw Sawa sitting up in a daze on the bed. The light from the magic crystal nightlight shone on her face, reflecting the light.
"Hey, are you awake? What's wrong with your face? Why is it so tender?" Warnia asked.
When Sawa heard the word nen, she jumped up from the bed and rushed to the mirror to take a look: "Wow, it's so nen. Is my sleeping beauty potion successful? Great, I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich!"
Warnia glanced at her flat muscles and said angrily: "Can you put your clothes on first? Do you believe in the God of Knowledge or the God of Gold Coins? You think about getting rich all day long."
Sawa beamed: "I believe in the God of Knowledge just to get rich, hahahaha, get rich, get rich, Lisa will give me dividends, blah blah blah."
Sava was so excited that she didn't notice at all that the weak connection between her and Negris was broken with a click.
Nigris felt the feeling and retracted his body to take a look. The Book of Brass gradually dimmed.
"What's going on? What happened? Where are my followers? Sava? Sava? Are you dead?" Nigris was worried.
Under its constant urging, Ange had to teleport directly back to the Kingdom of Heaven as quickly as possible, then to the Devil's Valley, and then took the teleportation array back to Meishen City.
I came to the laboratory in a hurry all the way. I opened the door and saw that Sawa was alive and well. She was smiling and humming there. When everyone rushed in, they were stunned.
After being pressed by Nigris, he finally figured out what was going on. Nigris was so angry that his scales stood up: "You mean, you said, 'Believe in the God of Knowledge just to get rich'?"
Sawa shrank her head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "I just said it casually."
"You renegade, you renegade, you renegade." Nigris was so angry that he slapped her head with his short paw, not knowing whether it was water or not, and it made a loud slapping sound.
Sava felt from Nigris's aura that she seemed to have done something terrible. She didn't dare to talk back like before, and she hugged her head and huddled up. Anyway, Nigris didn't want to use force because it didn't hurt.
Du Luoken looked at it for a long time and seemed to understand something: "This is your believer. Have you not taught your believers the things to pay attention to in their faith? Where is your priest?"
It was Nigris' turn to be embarrassed: "I am her only believer."
Du Luoken was in awe: "A believer? Her? You still don't teach her anything?"
Nigris sneered: "How did I know that her faith is so unstable and she dares to say anything."
Anthony also came back and shook his head when he heard the words: "This is not just a matter of words. She must have thought so in her heart. This is blaspheming the faith. Apostates are more hateful than heretics. Burn them to death." In the Light Church, those who abandon their faith must be burned at the stake for seven days and seven nights."
Sawa was so frightened that her mouth opened wide: "Is this... so serious? I... I just said casually, Mr. Naige, I believe in you, I believe in you devoutly."
Nigris retracted and glanced at the still dim Book of Brass, then came out and curled his lips and said: "It's fake. It's not pious at all. I definitely don't think so in my heart. Burn it."
Sawa rolled her eyes and fainted.
Anthony was amused. This dizziness was too fake, and his eyelids were still moving.
Turning to Negris, he said: "Lord Negre, this is not okay. What's the use of being just a believer? And if you don't teach her any rules, you are just letting her go."
Nigris spread his hands and said, "It's useless to have so many believers. You can't teach them how to grow vegetables. Now I only have the latest knowledge about growing vegetables."
"What's wrong with growing vegetables? Growing vegetables is also knowledge. Let's teach you this. Do you still remember the Spring Breeze Cup Grain Seed Contest? Because of the drought, this year's Grain Seed Contest is no longer limited to production, but has added adaptability projects. You can go to the grain planting competition with the adults and teach them the knowledge of growing vegetables."
Ange, who had been reaching out to the space, finally raised his head after hearing this.
Ange is actually not very interested in the Flash Feti, the Gods of Light, and the Storm of Souls and Faith. Farming things is more fun.
Well, Ange is already interested, so what’s the point of Nigris’ objection? Anyway, the venue is not far away, right in the Republic of Stars. It will be held during the harvest season in one month, but registration is starting now.
Signing up is very convenient for Ange, just find a little lolita in Meishen City.
"What? You want to sign up for the Grain Seed Contest? You? The God of Immortality and the God of Knowledge? Participate in the Grain Seed Contest?" Oban Li looked at Ange and Negris suspiciously and advised:
"That is a very professional competition. The maximum grain yield per acre has exceeded one thousand catties. Although Mr. Ange can grow things, it is better not to participate."
That means: Amateur players should not enter professional competitions, they will be embarrassed.
Aubenli is not one of her own, and she doesn't know many things. Naturally, Nigris will not explain it. He just said: "What are the conditions for signing up? Just tell me, and we will solve the rest ourselves."
"Do you really want to participate?" Aubengli asked seriously. After confirming, he waved his hand: "What conditions can you ask for? What conditions do you need if I am here? Do you think I am dead?"
After a pause, he continued: "However, after signing up, you need to get a growth monitoring stone pillar and insert it in the field where you compete, collect data for half a month, and input it into the simulation array for simulation. You must insert enough Half a month, no more, no less, and no cheating.”
"I heard that Sir Ange seems to be able to speed up the growth of crops. It's definitely not possible. It will make the data abnormal."
Nigris nodded and said he understood: "Okay, I understand. Where can I sign up?"
"Just sign up here. I'll write it down for you. What name do you want to use to participate? Come on, this is a monitoring stone pillar. Once it is inserted into the soil, it cannot be pulled out. Otherwise, it will be recalculated and measured for half a month until harvesting. complete."
"Okay, want to name it? Just call it Chunfeng."
"No, Spring Breeze Cup Competition, you start the Spring Breeze? Do you want to be the title sponsor?"
Nigris turned back to discuss with Ange. The two of them studied the names for a while and simply called: "Salt Water Magic Rice Team is ready."
"Do you want to use salty water magic rice to compete? Then it's best not to name it. Others will target you in advance. Don't call it salty water, just call it salty fish."
"Salted Fish Team? It sounds weird. Forget it, let's call it this." Ange and Negris looked at each other and had no better ideas, so they agreed on the name.
…
Lightning was walking around leisurely, and the fur hat on its head suddenly moved. It shook its head hard, but the fur hat didn't move at all.
"What are you doing? Please don't move."
A furry paw protruded from the fur hat, holding a fairy bean on it, and lowered it to Lightning's mouth.
Lightning stuck out his tongue and licked off the beans, and said in a short mouth, "Okay, move on."
The fur hat started to move, its two little paws extending out and retracting from time to time. The things in the hands were changed from left to right, and from right to left.
"Are you sorting things out? Why are they all full of fairy beans? How many fairy beans have you stolen, sir? Bribe me quickly, or I will tell you."
The big cat quickly bowed to the evil forces and gave out another fairy bean.
Lightning licked it off again, and then burped. Two fairy beans were enough for him to nourish him for a day. He didn't need to eat anymore today. He would just eat two beets as after-dinner fruit and drink some sparkling wine. .
The big cat suddenly jumped off Lightning's head.
A sudden cold hit his head, and Lightning quickly shouted: "Where are you going? Come back quickly, my head is cold." I bet it really used the big cat as a hat.
The big cat ignored it, and the cat ran away with great reverence. Soon it came to Ange, took out its little paw, and pressed it in front of Ange: "Ouch~"
Ange tilted his head: "Change something? Change for what?"
"Ouch~" he said as he let go of his paw. Under the paw was a purple-gold finger bone.
