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

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

I had played quick magic on a whim before, and cast feather beast empathy on the pigeon, which was 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 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 visual field? This pigeon is not dead."

"Hey? Lord Field, why are you talking with a pigeon?"

Ashina held the pigeon in front of her, and Field was also confused, staring at Asina.

"Don't panic, I seem to be able to control this pigeon." Field asked the pigeon to turn its head, and sure enough, it saw itself with its eyes closed. It was surprised and said, "We seem to have accidentally improved this quick magic."

The original feathered beast empathy was very useless. It could not control the movements of birds. The pigeon could only act on its instincts, and it would even be thrown down with stones.

Now, it is completely different.

"Spread your wings."

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

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

"Hehe, I will have a drone from now on." Field was overjoyed.

"Since the species has changed, it should not be called a pigeon. It will be called a black crow from now on."

Field casually named it and touched the iron-textured feathers of the black crow: "It really looks like a Prussian eagle. It would be nice to use its style to make a flag in the future."

"Now, let's test its data."

Then, Field seemed to have found a new toy and released the black crow, letting it fly around the territory.

Shockingly, the black crow flies very fast. In normal conditions, it is just like a peregrine falcon sprinting. The slaves can only see a black afterimage. Moreover, it can enter the gray fog without being corrupted. Perhaps it has become a corrupted creature.

"A blessing in disguise." Field was playing in the room when someone knocked on the door.

Field straightened his collar: "Come in."

"Sir, the meeting is about to begin. According to your order, I have summoned all the people in the territory to the open space."

Tate is still as capable as ever and never talks nonsense, but he is a workaholic. He has been working day and night for the construction these days, and even carried gravel by hand. As for his wife, children, and his mother, he has long forgotten them.

His wife has been left in the big winery to help make happy beans. Happy beans have no technical content. The workers hired by Field are all female freemen. They are careful and there has been no "poisoning" incident for the time being. Even if it happens, the female workers will not cause a major accident.

Tate's daughter Alexia plays with the little girl Wormwood in the gathering place of freemen during the day. She is one of the few unemployed characters in the entire Night Territory.

As for Wormwood, a standard silly name for freemen, she comes from the Bull Territory. When the villagers offered tribute to the Bull Baron, she was intercepted by Field. They are taken care of by the freemen and maids, and have no worries about food and drink. Their daily job is to cook porridge and provide it to the slaves.

Field did two things at once. He stopped the black crow on the roof of the big winery, and stood up and hung the long sword on his waist: "Very good, have you distributed the bread?"

"Yes, all of them have been distributed." 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 is equivalent to having bread to eat."

Field did not shy away from expressing his thoughts. Since he had two chosen ones, he has been more confident in doing things.

Even if the worst thing happened and everyone in the territory betrayed him, he could rely on the two chosen ones to turn the tables. He himself is still a first-level fighting knight.

The top three combat forces in the territory are in his hands.

Power, strength and money are the source of a man's self-confidence.

Field muttered, "I haven't checked the happiness of the territory for a long time."

Name: Field

Profession: Lord

Territory: Starry Night Castle, Wind Rising Village and surrounding territories

Contracted Chosen: Ashina (Winter), Rosaria (Corruption)

Population: 427

Development: 2 (nothing)

Happiness: -3 (slightly depressed)

Environmental value: -25 (dilapidated, surrounding corruption)

Probability of the Chosen appearing:9 in 100 billion

"Damn, it's much better now." Field laughed, "It's just that the development is so slow, and the happiness and environment values ​​have been greatly improved."

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

"Let's go, let's go see the people in the territory." Field was full of energy.

Outside the big winery.

"Run! Whoever runs slower will steal Mr. Kao's leather boots!"

Tate's daughter Alexia, like a happy lark, ran in front of Absinthe and ran excitedly towards the crowd. The little girl is at the age of playfulness and is full of interest in the territory.

In fact, when she first came to the Night Territory, she was very scared and thought she had entered a witch's lair or a swamp monster's home, a place where only children who love to lie would go. The original territory was in a mess, full of decayed residues, wriggling pieces of meat and tentacles, and slaves with desperate faces.

The little girl was so scared that she hid in the bed in her room all day long. Even though she was sweating all over, she refused to stick her head out.

There were no flowers, no friends, and no lively markets.

But today, or 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 out of her sight.

There were often cavalrymen wrapped in black robes parading back and forth, and the heavily armored guards would not be lazy when they were on guard at the winery. The first step Alexia took out of the 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 Wormwood, a little girl who was almost sent to the Bull Fortress.

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

Kuai shrank his neck: "I don't know... I only know how to cook porridge."

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

"No, no, the adults are going to talk!" Kuai quickly stopped her.