Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

Field took out a white homing pigeon from the pigeon cage and used the magic of feathered beast empathy on it.

A beam of silver energy flew out from the fingertips and penetrated into the pigeon's head.

In an instant, Field felt that his field of vision had expanded in a circle, as if he was watching a split-screen video. For a moment, he didn't know which way to look.

"interesting."

Fortunately, Field came up with a good idea, so he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

The "screen" immediately went dark, and only the pigeon's field of vision could be seen.

"Ashina, let the doves fly."

"OK."

Open the old wooden windows of the large winery and watch pigeons soar in the sky.

Field immediately gained God's vision and saw the entire Night Territory. The overall tone was earthy brown-black with a little light gray. The soil is full of corrosion from the death haze. Although it has been purified, some color is still left. Looking down from a high place is like looking at an old black and white television.

The slaves lived in tents made of broken wood, old cloth and dead grass. Broken wood is cleared out and is a scarce resource. Corrupted plants are good if they don't kill people. Don't expect to build a house. The conditions were so poor that they didn't even have shacks, so they could only sleep together in tattered linen cloths.

The life of the freedmen was slightly better because there was no need for forced labor. They were already digging soil to build houses. Field saw the most classic "fire pit", a facility built in the middle of the house, which functioned as a stove plus a northeastern stove. The fire pit is used for cooking and heating. Women weave cloth next to the fire pit and look at the pot for cooking porridge on the fire pit from time to time.

"Gugu~"

The dove smelled the fragrance, fluttered its wings and landed on the earthen wall built by the free people.

"Hey, I really miss my days in Bull Territory. Although I can't have food, I can at least live in a house with a roof."

"Shut up, you were whipped five times last time. Have you forgotten?" The weaver woman glared at her husband, "Don't expect me to take care of your rotten ass. I would rather marry a slave of the escort team." Being a soldier is better than living with you."

"Oh! Damn it, this shrew with no foresight, you actually want to be a slave!" The man was very angry. "A slave will never be able to change his life. In the future, his sons will also be slaves, and so will his grandsons!"

The woman spit out the thick phlegm in a dishonorable manner: "Bah! The lord said that as long as one gold coin is earned, the slaves will be freed. Do you know how much money the guard can make? It is said that Iron Hammer already has a deposit of one gold coin. , I have never seen so many in my life! If this money is returned to Bull Territory, he can become the richest man in the village."

The humiliated man almost fainted: "Then can you go out? There are no merchants, taverns and markets at night, and there is no place to spend money."

"It will happen sooner or later." The woman was unconvinced, "Don't use this excuse not to work. I'm already weaving. I can go directly to the winery to exchange for oats!"

"Nobles don't keep their word. Baron Bull takes away so many little girls every year, saying they want to be maids and choir members, but none of them come back. The same goes for our little Fanny, and there is no news!"

Silence fell in the room.

Field listened silently.

It was time to establish a market, or exchange system, to allow goods and goods to circulate.

Otherwise, the productive enthusiasm of freedmen will be dampened.

As for the little girl, she probably encountered an accident with the Bull Baron, but she has no control over the Bull Baron, at least for now.

The homing pigeon was attracted by the aroma of the porridge in the pot, couldn't bear it anymore, and flew down.

The porridge in the stand pot has not yet boiled, but there are already tiny bubbles, and bran is floating on the surface. In modern times, this thing is not even as good as rice water, but at night, it is already top-notch food.

"Oh my God! Where did the bird come from! Go away!"

"That's for kids to drink!"

The couple agreed on food and immediately waved their hands to chase away the homing pigeons.

It wasn't that Field was playing tricks on the people, but that he couldn't control the pigeons at all. This little magic could only give him the ability to see and hear.

The homing pigeon fled and kept circling near the large winery. Field was worried several times that the stupid bird would crash into the gray fog and turn into a pigeon monster.

Fortunately, animals are wary of the death smog, and the pigeon ends up in farmland farmed by slaves.

Field could see slaves planting broad beans on the crooked ridges of the fields.

A male slave absent-mindedly dug a shallow pit with his hands, then threw the seeds into it, and then stepped on it randomly. The seeds were even kicked out of the pit. He didn't even bother to look at it, so he dug out another one.

This is not bad, the other one has fallen asleep in the field ridge.

Field even saw people eating the seeds raw.

"Damn it, it's crazy if there is enough yield!" Field almost jumped out of bed, then rushed to the farmland, caught them and beat them up.

"No wonder slavery is destined to be eliminated. Dogs would shake their heads just looking at this productivity."

Fortunately, at this time, "Damn stinky shit, get up and get to work."

Tate came with two vigilantes, Field's new recruits, armed with clubs and whips.

He beat and kicked several slaves severely.

"The idiot who steals the seeds will have his food halved in three days. The guy who doesn't work seriously, you should supervise him and let him work again. There is no reward for this acre of land. As for the guy who sleeps in, just go and move the wood. When you run back and forth, you will I don’t want to sleep anymore, get moving! Don’t waste your adults’ bread.”

Tate quickly made a series of judgments, and the two recruits quickly went to execute them with gloating expressions on their faces.

"Very good, a reasonable punishment, neither cruel nor holy." Field saw all this and nodded with satisfaction.

The decree was implemented well, and Tate was able to execute it as soon as Field finished speaking, which made Field very satisfied.

A person who can properly carry out government orders is the wealth of the Night Territory.

"Sister, look at the pigeons there."

"Shh~"

Field was still thinking when he heard the girl's voice.

The pigeon also followed the sound and saw two dirty little mud monkeys, blinking at themselves with big eyes.

"It's so rare, they are still twins." Field compared them back and forth and confirmed that they looked exactly the same, but their temperaments were very different.

The one holding the stone looked strong and powerful, while the squatting girl looked timid and melancholy.

"Wait, rocks?" Field was shocked.

Bai Yu held the stone in her hand and kept thinking about the bird hunting skills her father taught her before he died. She leaned down slightly and held a sharp stone tightly in her right hand.

"Sister, don't do this!" Kuroyu exclaimed in fear, trying to scare away the pigeons, but feeling his sister's gaze, he still shrunk his neck and did not dare to do it.

Licking the corner of his mouth, Bai Yu remembered the smell of meat, and his stomach couldn't help but twitch, and saliva kept dripping down the corner of his mouth: "Sister, don't make any noise, there will be bird meat to eat soon."