Lord: I am in a world of pain, raising a girl

"Hu~"

A large ball of flames surged out of the scroll, setting the two corpses on fire.

The flames made the corpse of the rotten deer sizzle.

But... that was it. The used scroll lost its magical luster and completely became a toilet paper.

There were no cool special effects, let alone the dark flames of the dragon wolf that destroyed the world. Field felt like he was watching a fire-breathing acrobatic performance, which was not even as exciting as the explosion of a gas tank.

"I seem to have wasted ten gold coins." Field realized it later and was sweating all over.

Although the damage of the magic scroll is very low, the market price of a first-level magic scroll is about fifteen gold coins, and an antique magic scroll is worth about ten gold coins, which is not cheap at all.

Asina stuck out her small and exquisite tongue and said with a smile: "How can it be a waste? We have learned the power of magic scrolls. Just like you said, practice makes perfect. Besides, this is the first time I have seen magic scrolls. It is very interesting."

This little girl is very sensible and can actually give herself a way out.

"I just mentioned it, and you remembered it." Field was infected by her positive attitude and patted Asina's head with a smile.

There are 24 magic scrolls in the box. Excluding the ones Field used, it is expected to sell for 230 gold coins, which is a very rich harvest.

Picking up garbage is also quite interesting. Field thought to himself that he could make a lot of money by taking a walk.

Due to the special environment of the North, there are very few adventurers who dare to go deep into here, so there are many good things left.

Back to the territory, everyone was relieved to see Field come back safely.

After all, the leader was in trouble, and they would be killed by the death haze that day. Besides, Lord Field is a very good person. The slaves thought that they hoped that Field would be their lord forever and let them eat half full, which would be like a god's life.

"Ah! It's the head of a goblin!" The more experienced freeman Dog Claw exclaimed, "I have seen these dirty little things in big cities. They can even mate with sows and give birth to a bunch of little goblins."

"Yes, it is these monsters that attacked the territory." Field threw the goblin's head on the ground and wiped his hands with a handkerchief: "We have avenged the dead, and hope they can return to the arms of the goddess."

"Long live the lord!"

"Thank you, lord!"

The slaves were grateful. It felt so good to have the right to life respected. They didn't have to worry about being killed by hateful monsters at night.

Although Field was not motivated by human rights, he just wanted to eliminate threats so that the slaves could work well. But it did not prevent the slaves from being grateful. Generally, the lords would not care about the life or death of the slaves. They would only consider whether to eat apple soup or cherry soup at night.

"Let's go back and rest." Field was also tired.

After solving the problem of the goblins, Field clapped his hands and thought of another important thing.

That was the poor performance of the guards when the goblins attacked. The guards in charge of patrolling hid somewhere to sleep, and the rest of the guards who were resting were not concerned. If it weren't for the male servant Wa Guan who woke up a few guards, the entire territory would have been slaughtered, and these guards would not have appeared.

"If you don't strengthen the military strength of the territory, you can't even sleep in peace."

It would definitely not be possible to take care of the entire territory by relying on Ashina alone.

After Field finished planning, he wrote it down in words that only he knew, and then lay down on the bed. The dilapidated floors and windows of the winery immediately made a "creaking" sound, and from time to time there was an unpleasant wind blowing in from the cracks in the bricks.

"We have to repair the house as soon as possible." Field covered his ears in despair and buried his head in the quilt. Only the quilt retained the fragrance of civilized society.

The next day, after the tortured Field ate bread with blueberry jam, he assembled all the soldiers, including the subhuman cavalry who could not ride horses.

"Stand up straight." Field scolded in a stern voice.

The guards knew that they had performed badly last night, and they shrank their necks in fear. Some of them were even scared to death, thinking that they would face hanging, but they dared not say a word, and kept glancing at Field's face from time to time, hoping to see some clues.

Field originally planned to drag out the derelict idiots and whip them thirty times in front of everyone. But seeing that many people were pale and thin, with neat ribs visible, and even wearing armor, they were staggering and about to fall, Field gave up his unrealistic idea.

Don't want thirty whips, just ten whips, which can whip them back to the womb. Even if they don't die, they will be paralyzed for several months. To save them, you have to spend precious potions, and the loss is still yourself.

The most important thing is that if you kill them, there will be fewer suitable soldiers among the remaining slaves.

Field KneadRubbing his brows, he comforted himself. The guards had two fist-sized pieces of black bran bread a day, no salary, no freedom, and no wives. Asking himself, from their perspective, Field himself was unwilling to work hard.

"The patrolling guards ran six laps around the territory last night, and those who did not come out to assemble ran three laps. This is a punishment. Don't try to cheat."

"Huh~" The guards breathed a sigh of relief, and many of them even laughed.

Although I don't understand why the lord is keen on running, running is much more comfortable than the whip that can plow a bloody wound.

"I love running." A guard smiled and dropped his weapon and untied his armor.

"Wait, put on leather armor before running, and everyone must carry a weapon." Field emphasized, and before they showed a desperate look, Field added in a devilish and bewitching tone, "If it can be completed before noon, everyone can get a piece of bacon."

It is right to supplement nutrition.

"Bacon?"

"Mom! What did I hear?"

"Is it a festival today? Our beloved lord!"

The complaints in their stomachs turned into farts. The guards quickly changed into leather armor, picked up their weapons, and started running like crazy. The scene was very lively, attracting the attention of the slaves who were dealing with the corrupted farmland.

The remaining ten people looked at each other. Thinking of the bacon, they were drooling. Finally, it was the mountain cat who mustered up the courage and asked carefully: "What about us? Sir, we can also run."

Field glanced around. Those who stayed were the elites among the guards. Many of them killed more than ten rotten corpses. Field raised his eyebrows: "You don't have to run. You were the few people who came out to assemble last night. The bacon is what you deserve. I have a new training project for you, called standing at attention. If you do well, you will be rewarded with an extra egg."

"Gudong~"

When the egg was heard, there was another swallowing sound.