Becoming a lord in another world starts with farming

Full of resentment, Silo gritted her teeth and raised the butcher's knife in her hand, and stabbed the bear's head with such cruel force that she 100% thought the bear's head was that of an ogre. She just wanted to chop it into pieces or cut it into pieces. Chop into small pieces.

With one stroke of the knife, Siluo was stunned by the silky smooth feel.

With the experience accumulated over a long life, Silo gave the heavy broad knife in her hand a high evaluation. At least in terms of sharpness and sturdiness, this knife was not inferior to the legendary weapon.

Silo's heart suddenly moved, what if she used this knife to cut the collar around her neck?

But thinking about the spellcaster who has not shown up so far, he will definitely not ignore such a big flaw, so most likely he will leave a countermeasure. The other party may even leave the knife to test himself.

Thinking of this, Silo immediately squatted down and used a knife to break up the bear. She didn't care that her posture was like squatting in a pit. The buried string was exposed, but she didn't care. She was the only one following her at the moment. An ogre, showing off to no one.

As elves, a long lifespan is standard. However, unlike other elves who can spend a long period of growth leisurely, drow face death and elimination from the day they are born. They have to make full use of every minute and every second from the time they are sensible. Use your time to make yourself stronger, and use your spare time to murder your companions. Only in this way can you get more resources and attention, and grow faster and stronger in the future.

It is not until adulthood enters the bottleneck period that drow will focus more on intrigues, and even then they never give up learning. Therefore, every drow is a polymath, proficient in mystery, anatomy, art, and swords. Law, stealth, medicine and many other fields of knowledge.

In particular, how to perfectly integrate poison into food so that it cannot be noticed is a required course. When Zhuoer was a child, he relied on this skill to reduce the competitive pressure brought by his peers. If he could defeat a teacher, he would be appreciated. The premise is that he could They are lucky enough to survive, so they all have good cooking skills.

The faster Silo worked, the less Owen was willing to do it himself, and gradually handed over all the work to her. Silo rolled her eyes in anger, but she had no choice but to give the ogre all the poison she had hidden as a food additive. Plus.

Owen, who still didn't know that he almost ate food with food additives in another world, was holding his chin and staring at the four bear paws in front of him in a daze. Simply roasting the bear paws was obviously a huge waste, but the bear paws were serious. The method is too cumbersome, even if the recipe can be exchanged, it is still very troublesome.

After hesitating for a long time, Owen felt that he could no longer degenerate like this. Since he was too lazy to work hard on martial arts training, he should go to cooking delicious food. Ogres are inherently gluttonous, so they used this instinct to take the gourmet route and write a book about real cannibalism. Coming up with the magic recipe can be considered a kind of training.

Although he had made a decision, he looked up at Silo, who was squatting and pouting because she was busy, and then looked down at the flipped-up short skirt. Owen decided to do something else first, otherwise he would lose concentration.

Silo, who was busy smoking bear meat, suddenly found herself shrouded in black shadow. She turned around and almost got punched in the face. She didn't know what would happen next.

She wanted to use the knife to chop both ends, but she felt the collar tighten suddenly. Silo finally gave up her resistance and was grabbed by Owen.

Owen, who felt so comfortable all over, had a rare time of fun, and happily ran to hang the smoked bear meat in the tree hole. As for Silo, it was a bit scary to roll her eyes and foam at the mouth, but Owen believed that as a drow, this A small amount shouldn't be a problem for her, you have to trust the other person's abundant experience.

In fact, Owen's guess was not wrong. When he packed up the smoked bear meat and lay down on the stone where a certain bear had slept, Silo was like a zombie, getting up stiffly and twitching from time to time. For a moment, but with strong will, I managed to walk to his bed with the butcher knife.

As the knife rose and fell, Siluo also relaxed and tightened. She finally understood that the restriction of this collar was on this ogre, and she could not hurt it at all. Otherwise, before the knife fell completely, her neck would be It will be strangled by the suddenly shrinking collar.

Whether she can kill this damn ogre or not is not important to Silo. The main thing is that she now has two guesses. The first one is the same as she had guessed before. A certain spellcaster saved her, and then something happened suddenly. Leave, leaving only a damned ogre as a guard.

The second guess is a bit scary. The spellcaster in the guess does not exist, but this damn ogre was lucky enough to find some treasures, and happened to find the right way to use them, and successfully used them on her.

Silo didn't know which guess was correct, but she knew that these days of transparency had just begun.

"This damn ogre!" Silo spat viciously, but the spit bounced back onto her face, which made her even more annoyed.

In the end, Silo walked out of the tree hole with the knife and went to the nearby water source to clean it.

When Silo came back with wet hair, Owen was still sleeping on his back, so she gently looked through the other party's package.

The complete range of spices and exquisite condiments made her raise her eyebrows, followed by dozens of bottles of extremely high-quality potions. No wonder she could recover from such an injury in such a short period of time.

So here’s the question. If it’s the first guess, how wealthy a spellcaster must be to equip a stupid ogre with two weapons of legendary quality and dozens of bottles of rare high-quality potions. For For a ruthless spell caster, even his biological son may not receive this kind of treatment.

You don't need to think about this father-son relationship to know that it is unrealistic, but if it is the second guess, it is also unrealistic, because with the intelligence of the ogre, it is impossible to know the quality of equipment, nor to use potions accurately, or even a lump of Shit is more attractive to ogres than potions.

Silo suddenly felt a huge headache because she couldn't figure it out.

After all this tossing, Silo's physical strength reached its limit. She cut some bacon with a knife, endured the feeling of fullness and ate it. Then she found a place far away from the damn ogre and fell into a deep sleep. As for setting up some early warning traps, come on, when there is an ogre around, any early warning is useless.

Silo suddenly woke up from her sleep the next day, only to find that she was once again shrouded in a familiar shadow. She suddenly felt panicked, come again!

Owen hummed a tune and went to clean the animal skin skirt by the stream. He felt extremely wise for his previous decision to save this drow beauty. He hadn't been so happy for a long time, and at the same time he couldn't help but dislike his true nature.

What kind of handsome boy route is there, and he also specializes in magic? Shit, even the expansion spell is not as satisfying as punching to the flesh.

If the main body had the physique and scale of an ogre, what else would it need to replenish the soup? Then it would be afraid of being dragged away by its own women every night, and given three big stick lessons a day, those tame ones would have been submissive long ago. Emile didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of him, otherwise he would teach her how to behave in a minute.

It's a pity that he is just an incarnation, and he can't cross the threshold in his heart. After all, although the body is integrated into the golden tree, it does not mean that the top of his head is green.