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

"No life?" Field poked the pigeon with his hand, his face full of confusion, "Why do I feel that the feathered beast empathy magic has not disappeared.

Previously, I used instant magic on a whim to exert feathered beast empathy on the pigeon, which is equivalent to establishing a spiritual connection with the pigeon.

"I'll try this magic again."

Field closed his eyes, and his consciousness seemed to fall into the deep sea, and then suddenly surfaced, unimpeded.

The next moment, the three-eyed pigeon slowly raised its head, opened its red eyes, and said in a hoarse and deep voice: "Isn't this a sight? This pigeon is not dead."

"Huh? Mr. Field, why are you talking like a pigeon?"

Asuna held up the dove and placed it in front of her. Field was also stunned, staring at Asuna with big eyes.

"Don't panic, I seem to be able to control this pigeon." Field asked the pigeon to turn its head, and sure enough he saw himself with his eyes closed, and immediately said in surprise, "We seem to have improved this quick magic unintentionally."

The original feathered animal empathy is very useless. It cannot control the movements of birds. It can only act based on the instinct of pigeons, and it may even be thrown by stones.

Today, it's completely different.

"Spread your wings."

The pigeon spread its wings, its black feathers spread out ferociously like blades, and its originally weak feet turned into eagle-like hooks. Field exclaimed: "It seems that the strange magic plant transformed the pigeon's body, but it also killed the pigeon." Its consciousness died. It just so happened that my magic left the mark of consciousness."

Letting his consciousness return to himself, the pigeon seemed to have lost its power supply and fell straight down, and was caught by Field.

"Hey, I can own a drone from now on." Field was overjoyed.

"Since the species has changed, it shouldn't be called a pigeon. From now on it should be called a black crow."

Field named it casually and touched the black crow's steel-like feathers: "It really looks like a Prussian eagle. It would be a good idea to use its style as a flag in the future."

"Now, let's test its data."

Then, as if Field had discovered a new toy, he released the black crow and let it fly around the territory.

What is shocking is that the black crow flies extremely fast. In normal state, it is like a peregrine falcon sprinting. The slave can only see a black afterimage. Moreover, it can enter the gray mist without being corrupted. Perhaps it has become a corrupted creature in the first place.

"It's a blessing in disguise." Field was in the room, playing hard, when someone knocked on the door.

Field adjusted his collar: "Please come in."

"Sir, the meeting is about to begin. In accordance with your order, I have summoned all the people in the area to the open space."

Tate is still as capable as ever and never talks nonsense, but this guy is a workaholic. These days, he has been working day and night on the construction, and even moved the rubble with his own hands. As for his wife, children, and his mother , long forgotten.

My wife has been working in a large winery, helping to make happy beans. Happy beans have no technical content. The workers hired by Field are all female freedmen and they are careful. There has been no "poisoning" incident for the time being. Even if it happened, the female workers would not cause it. Huge accident.

Alexia, Tate's daughter, plays with the little wormwood girl in the free people's gathering place during the day. She is the rare out-of-work character in the night.

As for Absinthe, it was a standard silly name for free people. She came from the Bull Territory and was cut off by Field when the villagers paid tribute to the Bull Baron. He was cared for by freemen and maids, and he had no worries about food and drink. His usual job was to cook porridge and provide it to the slaves.

Field focused on two things and parked the black crow on the roof of the large winery. He stood up and hung his sword on his waist: "Very good, has the bread risen?"

"Yes, I sent them all." Tate smiled and nodded, "You are so generous."

"Hahaha, it has nothing to do with generosity. I just want them to realize that listening to me means having bread to eat."

Field does not shy away from speaking his mind. Since having two divine choices, he has become more confident in doing things.

Even if the worst happens and everyone in the entire territory betrays him, he can still rely on the two divine choices to make a comeback. He himself is still a first-level fighting spirit knight.

The top three combat powers in the territory are all in his own hands.

Power, strength and money are the roots of men's self-confidence.

Field muttered: "It's been a long time since I checked the happiness level of the territory."

Name: Field

Occupation: Lord

Territory: Starry Night Castle, Fengqi Village and surrounding territories

Contracted Chosen Ones: Asheena (Winter), Rosalia (Corruption)

Population: 427

Development: 2 (nothing)

Happiness: -3 (slightly depressing)

Environment value: -25 (dilapidated, surrounded by corruption)

Probability of the Chosen One appearing: 9 out of 100 billion

"Meow, it's a lot better." Field smiled happily, "It's just that the development rate increases very slowly, and the happiness level and environmental value have been greatly improved."

The probability of the Chosen One appearing in the territory has increased ninefold. Although it is still infinitely close to zero, it also gives Field hope.

"Let's go and see the people." Field was full of enthusiasm.

Outside the big winery.

"Run! Whoever runs slowly will hide Mr. Kaa's leather boots!"

Tate's daughter Alexia, like a joyful lark, ran ahead of the wormwood and ran happily to the crowd. The little girl is at a playful age and is full of interest in territory.

In fact, she was so scared when she first came to Night Territory, thinking that she had entered a witch's lair or a swamp monster's home, a place only children who loved lying would go. The original territory was in a mess, filled with corrupted remnants, squirming pieces of flesh and tentacles, and slaves with desperate faces.

The little girl was so frightened that she hid under the quilt in her room all day, refusing to poke her head out even though she was covered in sweat.

There are no flowers, no company and no bustling market.

But today, to be exact, a few days ago, Alexia gradually adapted to this place and witnessed the changes in the territory with her own eyes. The corruption was eradicated, and the death haze was getting farther and farther away from her, almost leaving her. Out of sight.

There are often cavalrymen wrapped in black robes wandering back and forth, and the heavily armored guards will not be lazy when they are standing guard at the big winery. Alexia's first step into the big winery was to follow the maid Sparrow to the free people to make slave rations. It was at that time that she met the little girl Absinthe, who was almost sent to the Bull Fortress. little girl.

"Hey? Wormwood, look at Uncle Hammer standing on the stage. Are they going to dance? Let's go up and dance together!"

Wu Ai shrank his neck: "I don't know... I can only make porridge."

Alexia grabbed her partner's arm: "Don't always think about cooking. Come on, dancing is fun."

"No, no, the master is about to speak!" Wu Ai quickly stopped him.