Lord of Rot

"Cough cough!"

The pungent smell of the preservatives made Li Qi cough. He raised his hand and fanned for a long time before the smell was dissipated.

He turned around and looked at the mutated half-ghoul wandering in the distance. It had very low consciousness and could only slowly and aimlessly walk around even at Li Qi's request.

The other two corpses of the local people were also made into dead corpses by him. There was no magic material. They were just the most ordinary dead corpses that needed to be controlled by him personally. They were usually as motionless as ordinary corpses.

Li Qi also arranged for people to go into the mountains to search for red herbs, but so far there is no news. Instead, there are a lot more game on the table.

It is not difficult to make the preservative. The materials are available and not too expensive. The only problem is the pungent smell. If he hadn't studied it in the crypt of his bedroom, the entire Porcupine Castle would have been able to smell the smell.

Bodies soaked in preservatives are unlikely to appear in public view.

With three corpses of local people, Li Qi's next time strategy was obviously much faster.

Crypt.

He controlled two swaying corpses of local people and pulled out a long sword full of rust. He was familiar with the dual-purpose, application of combat skills and the characteristics of no pain and no death, so he carried it hard and cooperated. The red-haired mutated half-ghoul successfully penetrated the underground crypt.

After discovering that the red-haired half-ghoul had been given an order to kill, her simple brain executed this almost instinctive order very simply.

In the corner, a small earthling huddled up in a ball, looking at the dead body in fear. It might not understand why the corpse of its relative stood up, and it also killed other relatives.

And Li Qi would not let it have so many troubles.

The long sword penetrated, and the last earthling died.

The loot can now be counted carefully.

He found a meadow.

Blue grass, a vast expanse of blue.

"Isn't this the Grass of Life mentioned in the Ranger Son book?"

In addition to the blue grass, the loot also includes three intact corpses of earth dwellers, a pile of rusty armor and weapons, and a rotten broken chest.

The dead bodies tore apart the wooden box filled with fungi. Most of the living things had rotted so much that they could no longer see their original state. Only a sealed cylinder caught his attention.

study.

There were two things on Li Qi's table, a blue grass and the sealed cylinder.

Use a knife to pry open the cylinder. Inside is a letter sealed with fire paint. An unopened secret letter from hundreds of years ago? Even if he is not a scholar, Li Qi is breathing nervously at this moment. People will be curious about unknown history, and the secrets hidden in history will aggravate people's curiosity.

After hundreds of years, the letter inside the cylinder had only yellowed paper, but he still opened it carefully to avoid damage.

But it's not a letter, it's... magic!

It records a magic called "Eagle Eye". By taming one's own bird and letting it patrol the sky, the magic user can see everything in its eyes.

"It's like the way a necromancer controls a dead body, but this magic cannot control its actions, it can only see what it sees."

The effect is not as good as controlling dead bodies, but it requires less energy and can be used on living creatures.

After Li Qi carefully read it several times, he copied the magic letter again, and then burned the yellowed one. It is time to show mercy to the letter paper, so we can't keep the original copy. I hope it can last for countless years. .

Black Ear's Blacksmith Shop.

Li Qi came to inspect the new farm tools made by his blacksmith apprentice. Although Black Ear was arrogant and thought that he was not destined to build farm tools, he had to say that he was indeed a good hand at making farm tools.

"The iron farm tools you want...I have already made them."

It was a triangular double-edged iron tool, with a long pointed front that could penetrate into the soil.

Black Ear scratched his hair that had not been washed for a month or two and asked curiously: "Sir, are you going to install it on the hoe?"

"of course not"

Li Qi shook his head: "I need to build a brand new agricultural tool that can make plowing faster, more efficient and less laborious."

Since digging holes still requires hands and some farmers can only afford hoes, the appearance of plows in their own territory will greatly increase the speed of plowing. Of course, the lord does not intend to provide these for free.

The autumn harvest has come to an end in recent days, and a new round of agricultural planting is about to begin. He plans to let slaves use plows to attract farmers to change their tools.

The cultivation of wheat is a good demonstration opportunity.

Although making heavy plows would greatly free up manpower, the Porcupine Collar only had a few old horses that had just been bought and did not have enough animal power, so it was not considered.

According to the groom's assessment, there are only two mares left that are still fertile, and the rest can only be used to haul goods. Don't even think about the ones that are too heavy.

With the iron tools, carpenters were needed to make the remaining parts of the plow, but what Porcupine Collar lacked was craftsmen. Black Ears, who heard Li Qi's idea, volunteered. He had experience in making farm tools, so he was not completely ignorant of carpentry work. .

Baron Li Qi, who had no talent at all, could only let Black Ear give it a try.

"grown ups!"

The manservant Pitchfork ran over in panic.

"What's wrong with Pitchfork?"

Pitchfork glanced at Black Ear, and the blacksmith apprentice turned away very wisely, leaving room for the master and servant to chat. Pitchfork then whispered: "I have followed your instructions and mixed the grass into the sheep." In the feed, after the sheep eat..."

"How is it?" Li Qi was very curious about the efficacy of the Grass of Life.

"That ram has been riding on the ewe for a long time," Pitchfork said awkwardly, "Now the ewe will run away when she sees the ram."

He asked, "Where is the ram?"

Pitchfork scratched his head: "The ram was frothing and has woken up now, but his legs and feet are weak and he can't stand up."

"Then let it have a good rest." Li Qi expressed understanding to the ram whose body was hollowed out: "If it doesn't eat grass, open its mouth and feed it. Don't let it starve to death."

Pitchfork immediately answered, "Yes!"

Li Qi was thinking about the grass of life.

"One grass can tire a sheep to death. If this grass is diluted and used to make special medicine and sold to Iron Stone City..." He seemed to see a glittering road to wealth.

The "Holy Land" in Iron Stone City is very suitable for selling male special medicines.

But before that, we need to test it a few more times to avoid eating dead people.

The autumn harvest is over, and this year's harvest is not good. Carts of grain with dried grains are sent to the castle, and the remaining small portion can be used to help farmers withstand the cold winter.

The man who had just finished his work opened the door and returned home.

There was oatmeal porridge simmering in the hanging pot, and the bran that had not been completely removed was floating on the porridge. The man's stomach rumbled with the delicious aroma. He scooped up a spoonful and was about to put it into his mouth.

"That's for the children!" The wife in a dirty hemp dress came over, snatched the spoon from the hand of Pig Eye Grass, and poured it back into the pot: "There is no food at home, how will we survive the winter?"

The land planted by my family always fails to grow food, and my husband is also diligent in farming, but... maybe his prayers to the four gods are not pious enough.

The old Hug Ya with one ear can have enough food to survive the winter. He is also married to a new widow by the lord, and his life is perfect.

"Hey" Pig's Eye Grass grinned: "Who can't say winter? The lord said that if anyone's food is not enough, they can go to the castle to borrow. If you borrow 10 pounds this year, you will have to pay back 13 pounds next year."

"Did the lord really say that?" the wife asked in surprise, and then said with a grimace: "What if the harvest is not good next year and the harvest is not enough?"

"Then I'll give you my life and become a slave." Pig Eye Grass pretended to be open-minded and said, "I think those slaves have a much better life than us. They can still drink a mouthful of oat soup and eat a piece of rye bread a day."

But the woman was very emotional: "Who will be a slave?"

Slaves only have the freedom to commit suicide. In addition, everything must obey the orders of their masters, and the children of slaves are also slaves, life after life. She hopes that her son will become a farmer in the future. If he is lucky enough to enter the castle and become a male servant, the whole family will Your life will be much better.

Just like Mrs. Chickadee, since she entered the castle as a laundry maid, her children have been able to eat well every day.

"I saw that the old toilet family just borrowed 30 pounds of oats," Pig Eye Grass whispered: "The food grown by his family is not as good as ours. It really is not as good as ours. We are not the worst. If we can't survive this In winter, we are all finished. When I go to work next year, if you pray to the four gods at home, you will definitely have a good harvest."

She was vaguely moved: "How about you try it?"