Lord of Plenty

The black-red pupal sacs are neatly arranged on the upper root system of the fertile mother tree like underground fruits. The dark red halo flashes, and a human-like figure can be faintly seen in the pupal sac.

Kun put his hand on the pupa sac, and a strong heartbeat could be heard from the place where the palm came into contact. If left unchecked, it would not be long before some new race would be born that could be driven at will by the fertile mother tree.

"It is said that ancient elves were born from the fruits of the mother tree, Yimi was born from the leaves of the mother tree, and Titans were born from the roots of the mother tree. However, these embryos in front of us probably inherited the ability of the giant holy blood tree to create corpse fetuses."

As far as Kun knew, although the three elves claimed to be born under the Mother Tree of Life, the Yimi and Titan tribes were purely elemental beings that were accidentally born because the Mother Tree of Life had accumulated too much magic and vitality.

The ancient elves, on the other hand, are half-element, half-flesh beings that were truly born from the fruits of the Mother Tree of Life. They are very different from the other two races.

Therefore, the Mother Tree of Life will not give birth to life from its roots, but the Holy Blood Giant Tree will give birth to corpse fetuses from its root system, which is the 'flesh and blood furnace', so that it can be driven by itself and obtain more nutrients from the outside world.

Therefore, Kun judged that these pupa-like embryos were not the abilities of the original Mother Tree of Life, but inherited some of the genetic characteristics of the Holy Blood Giant Tree.

"I don't know what the strength of these embryos will be after hatching. If they all have level three, no, level four, it seems like it's still not enough?"

Kun also had a headache.

After the great elder of the Yimi tribe revealed a huge truth to him, he walked away as if nothing had happened, leaving him alone and worried.

The Dark World approaches the Yongxu Continent every three thousand years or so, but there is no precise date on when it will come. It may be tomorrow, or it may be two or three hundred years later.

The only thing that can be known is that after the arrival of the Dark World, all life on the Yongxu Continent will be slaughtered and harvested indiscriminately. Whether you can survive until the day when the sun shines again depends on your fate.

He can take refuge in other worlds through the Gate of Plenty, but what about the Plenty Territory, Old Titan, and the others?

The crops in the fields were sown one by one by his own hands, and the flowerbeds were soaked with his sweat and gold coins. This group of outside bandits smashed and looted in his flowerbeds without the owner's permission.

It's really unbearable for my uncle, and even my aunt can't bear it.

In order to cope with the crisis that may come at any time, it is urgent to improve the self-protection ability of the Harvest Territory.

However, the ability of the original Holy Blood Giant Tree is only to produce a large number of ordinary first-level corpse fetuses, and to consume a large amount of essence from hundreds of tribes to produce quasi-fourth-level quasi-king corpse fetuses.

After merging the reborn Fertile Mother Tree, it is still difficult to give birth to seven gourd babies.

In addition to the strength of the embryo after hatching, there is another issue that worries Kun.

That is, new life needs time to grow, and the original corpse fetus relies on meat mountains to directly instill memory and knowledge. After all, they are just killing machines and do not require much intelligence. Except for high-level saints, low-level saints actually No different than a wild beast.

"It would be great if there was some way to inject memories or mature souls into these embryos. They would be born as powerful warriors, or they could be remotely controlled like I control the clones in the spirit world through the soul-moving array. But Fertile The leaders are all peasants. Even if they are just controlling puppets, how can they have the courage to go to the battlefield? "

Just as Kun was pondering how to use these embryos to greatly improve the overall strength of the Harvest Territory, time passed quickly, and it was time for the dinner in the blink of an eye.

In the small banquet hall on the second floor of the castle, with fine wine, scented candles, music and delicacies, people attending the dinner had already gathered here.

Mrs. Mitchell, who had changed into a beige long skirt and evening gown, sat at the far left of the long table with a polite smile and rarely spoke.

Opposite him was Vittorio, the tax collector of the Fengfu District, who looked excited and couldn't stop talking. Being able to consult with this business legend face to face at such a close distance was a wonderful thing that he never dared to dream of.

In fact, it was Kun who should have been the host to receive the esteemed countess. However, when he was in the royal capital, he rarely participated in these false ceremonies among the nobles. What's more, after coming to the Harvest Territory, he naturally did whatever he wanted. I I have the final say on the territory.

Sitting next to Mrs. Mitchell is the gray-haired but still energetic Archmage Falcole. At this moment, Falcole looked at the man sitting opposite him in regular clothes with some confusion, but he could not hide his sharp middle-aged look. warrior.

He seemed to have found the true saint hidden in the harvest territory.

Not a young legendary mage, but a middle-aged sword master.

Even if he stayed in the Smit family's territory all year round, he had heard of Dawn's name as the 'Die Yun Dao'.

If this well-known great warrior in the royal capital had taken that crucial step and entered the realm of heroes under the strong death pressure of the gold-eating earth dragon, then everything would make sense.

The person sitting at the end on the left side of the table also changed into a dress, and her face could not hide the excitement. The fourth daughter of the earl, Betty Smit, had returned to her true form.

After all, the other party's mother had already traveled thousands of miles to the Fengrao Territory, and Kun was too embarrassed to hold her hostage any longer, not even allowing the poor mother and daughter to see each other.

After all, he is not a vicious demon.

After more than half a month of labor reform (wind and sun exposure), Bei's skin is no longer as pale as just coming out of the dungeon, but has begun to develop towards a healthy wheat color. But even if her mother and elders who love her most are present, Bei's skin is no longer as pale as when she came out of the dungeon. Ti also didn’t make any unnecessary moves.

Because I dare not.

She was afraid of that shameless and vicious guy who would find reasons to keep her mother in the Plenty Territory so that she could extort more gold coins from her father.

She was even more afraid that she would never get out of here again, so Betty was unusually quiet at the dinner. Only her unbearable joy revealed some of her true inner thoughts.

Sitting opposite Betty was Li Tianyun, who had been dragged over by the housekeeper Old Tai to collect his head. Of course, according to the dinner party, he was specially invited to attend as Dao En's direct disciple.

Not to mention the disciples of the third-level great warrior, even the third-level great warrior himself was not qualified to attend the dinner specially prepared by a viscount for the countess.

Vittorio's appearance here still took advantage of Kun, the lord.

Nowadays, it is different from the past. Let alone a noble dinner party, with his status as Dao En's personal disciple, Li Tianyun is still qualified to attend even a king's dinner party, and he will definitely be the guest of honor.

"...No one expected that you would circumvent the other party's commercial barriers in that way. Not only did you successfully break up the commercial alliances of the major business groups in the south, but you also completely established the Smit family's main position in the spice sales in the three surrounding countries. , it’s really surprising.”

"It's just relying on family accumulation and a little bit of luck. It's ridiculous."

After finally finding an opportunity, Mrs. Mitchell, who had already received a hint from the mage Falcole, turned to look at the taciturn Dawn next to her and said with a smile:

"Mr. Dawn, the last time I saw you was at the Marquis's Mansion. We have been apart for more than three years. I didn't expect that you would follow Xiao Yalan here in the end. I thought you would choose to be loyal to Marquis Lawrence, or It is to become Yasmin and Miha, one of the two brothers who are more talented in martial arts, and to serve as their captain of the guard.”

Dawn said bluntly:

"Although the Marquis loves the two brothers very much, to be honest, their talents are only above average, and they are not that amazing."

At least not as good as his two disciples, both in terms of talent and effort.

"Everyone has their own preferences. Even parents cannot treat their children equally, but I just can't stand it, and I am not willing to be treated like a bully. Whoever respects me, I Just follow whoever it is, it’s that simple.”

Standing next to the head of the table, Old Tate, who was the butler in the castle, raised his lips. He felt that this old enemy was particularly pleasing to the eye tonight, and even his words were so comforting.

If you can speak, just speak more. Who are you showing yourself to by pretending to be dumb and serious all day long?

Mrs. Mitchell smiled and said:

"Sir, you are right. Respect is from both sides. Only when people respect me can I give equal respect to others. Many people think that our Smit family is very disrespectful. We love to throw money at people and use money to get into trouble. ”

"But this is prejudice, naked prejudice. Our Smit family respects talents the most. Money is just a way for us to express respect. It is direct, but not impolite."

The conversation changed and Mitchell suddenly said:

"My second son, Willen, is obsessed with martial arts. He is a martial arts fanatic and his talent is quite average. Unfortunately, he has never been taught by a famous teacher. He has been stuck at the rank of an intermediate warrior for more than two years. He has tried various methods and cannot make any further progress."

"Actually, I wanted to invite you to teach him a long time ago, but the Marquis has been unwilling to let him go, so the matter has been left unresolved. I have not mentioned it in front of you, so as not to make things difficult for you. "

"But I think the time is right now. Why don't you go back with me to guide my idiot son? After he succeeds, I will let the pterosaur vulture send you back. Don't worry about Xiao Yalan, I will go and talk. As long as you agree to my little willful request as a mother, I swear in the name of the Smit family that if you have any request, we, the Smit family, will do our best to help you achieve all your wishes!"

"I……"

Just when Dawn was about to politely refuse, Kun, who had arrived late, pushed open the door and walked in. Still wearing the bright yellow mage robe from the morning, he sat unceremoniously at the head seat of the dining table.

"A promise from the famous Golden Family. What a great opportunity. No one else can ask for it. It's just to guide a mid-level warrior to advance to the next level. What a big deal, I agreed on Dao En's behalf."

"Replace?" Mitchell was a little confused.

Kun laughed and said, "Aunt Mitchell doesn't know yet, but Dawn has sworn to me that she is the guardian knight of this lord. Naturally, I can make the decision for Dawn on some small matters."