The daily life of elf farming starting from a desert island

Chen Wulang touched his chin: "Am I that scary?"

The little guys like Guo Guo tacitly took back their pressure and shook their heads simultaneously with innocent expressions on their faces.

A melon-eating person passing by said: Haha, these fifth-level extraordinary bosses are all a bunch of shameless people. They have the ability to use coercion to bully others, but they have no ability to admit that they are bullying others.

Still pretending to be innocent

Hahaha, you stinky bosses

After the house was built, Chen Wulang and other supporters who participated in the construction of the house looked eagerly at Ken, who was the supervisor.

It seems to be saying: Boss, it’s time to pay wages

Ken: .....

"According to the agreement, a house has ten merit points, and I will give them to you right now."

Killing an orc soldier is a merit point, in order to build these.

Ken spent a full five thousand merit points, which was equivalent to five thousand gold coins in gold coins.

Ken is really bleeding profusely

But in Ken's opinion, this meritorious service is worth the money.

What he gave me was so painful

This lavish spending style made Ferdinand beside him feel heartbroken for Ken.

"Ferdinand, do you think I am too spendthrift?"

Ferdinand nodded very honestly.

Ken smiled helplessly: "Now is the time of war. I can use the merit points in my hands to exchange for better defense. In fact, I have earned it."

"The Spear Legion is no better than before. I really don't want to lose a single soldier."

"Although I know this is a dream"

"But I can only give them better conditions as much as possible, hoping to reduce casualties."

"I want to understand too"

"As long as merit points are enough, being able to arm them with merit points is the correct mission of merit points."

Ken said these words with a smile on his face, and he felt a little calm.

But Ferdinand could see a trace of fear in Ken's heart, and he moved the corners of his lips to say something to Ken.

What was he thinking, but he had no choice but to give up.

What is Ken afraid of? He... knows.

......

With the merit points settled, Chen Wulang and others decided to do something for free for the Spear Legion.

The spirit pattern masters and formation masters among them spent their own money to imprint some auxiliary spirit patterns and formations on stone houses.

Supporters with the secondary profession of pharmacist began to help the Spear Legion clean up the elixir warehouse and make bottles of elixir.

Their little elves were not idle either. Under the command and threat of the little overlord Guoguo, they obediently used their talents to produce wheat, radishes... these easy-to-store foods.

But they have been busy for a long time, and the seeds of these foods are still too early to germinate and mature.

But they are not in a hurry. If one day is not enough, they will continue tomorrow.

There may be many elves among them whose breeding materials are these plants.

They may not know that while they are working hard to activate their talents, their spiritual masters are secretly watching.

A grown-up man with a standard handsome face touched the corners of his eyes, as if a layer of mist was condensing in his eyes, "I really can't believe that that hardworking elf is my sweet corn elf."

"Brother, not only you can't believe it, but I can't believe that the squeamish Little Lotus Elf is my family's Little Lotus Elf. This little ancestor is my most precious little elf. Normally, even if I let him fly a little longer, I can't believe it." You are a squeamish person who can get angry, but now you are actively using your spiritual power to cultivate the land." The handsome man opened his mouth in surprise.

At this time, a beautiful woman with a bright and charming face took the initiative to join the chat and said: "My family usually complains and gets angry if I let them move too much. Now...hehe, you see, those few seem to be Those little elves who are competing to see who can plow the land the fastest are my family."

Following the direction of the woman's finger, several chubby elves were smiling, and they were having fun tilling the fields. Even if they were very tired and took a rest for a while, they continued to work, without any sign of laziness.

"Is this really my elf?"

"I'm also curious if someone has stolen my elf."

Not only were the elf spiritual masters disillusioned, but Ken and Ferdinand who came to inspect were also dumbfounded.

Ken: "I suspect that I have been hit by a large-scale psychic skill. Otherwise, how could these elves be so hardworking?"

Ferdinand: "1"

Suddenly Ken's eyes lit up and he poked Ferdinand with his arm: "Look at that little elf, Fei."

With a cold look on his face, Ferdinand's eyes flashed with curiosity and he looked in the direction pointed by Ken. He saw Guoguo, who was wrapped into a ball by Chen Wulang, with a proud face and condescendingly scolding a lazy elf in elf language until he was lazy. The elf admitted his mistake, and Guoguo let it go.

Ken looked at Guoguo with admiration: "This little elf is pretty good, he's a good leader."

Ferdinand said coldly: "You can tell from there that he is a good candidate for command."

Not only are the elves all similar in appearance, they all have difficult to deal with personalities and are very squeamish. All of them are living ancestors.

Where can I find a good leader?

Ken gave Ferdinand a look that you didn't understand: "According to our human standards, this elf is indeed not a good leader. He is irritable and has a low IQ."

"but"

Ken paused and made an old-fashioned gesture secretly.

Ferdinand had a dull expression on his face, and the cold air surged out without money.

Ken looked like a normal person and smiled mischievously.

Ferdinand: "I want money"

A yellow-orange gold coin appeared out of thin air, and Ken caught the golden coin.

He smiled and replied: "You can't help it. You are not a master and you don't know the difficulties we face as masters. I have thousands of mouths to feed."

Ferdinand: ...

"continue"

Ken smiled and continued: "For the sake of the gold coins, I will continue."

"Are the elves in your impression all little ancestors, unwilling to use their innate abilities, and very squeamish, so that they can be held by a spiritual master and not take the initiative to fly?"

Ferdinand nodded, and the corners of Ken's mouth continued to rise.

"Look at these elves, under the supervision of that elf, they are all well-behaved, sensible and love to work."

"This is simply unimaginable. Just look at the spirit masters who turned into geese one by one... Their original appearance is the little elves in our impression. Now they have that... It was the elf’s command that made him look like this well-behaved person now.”

"Although that elf is a bit cruel, violent and venomous"

"But the result is wonderful, isn't it?"

"That's why I said that elf is a good candidate for command. This is only based on its talent of commanding other elves."

"Of course it is possible to command an elf like this. If the spiritual masters were to use this elf's method to command the elf,"

"Haha, then there will be something fun to watch." Ken smiled like a sneaky little fox.

Ferdinand nodded in agreement, if any spiritual master really dared to do this to his elves.

I guess...then it will be fun to see the author: You ferdinand with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you are a serious soldier, how can you imitate your old friend?