Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"This is Lord Reiner, the chief steward of the territory's city hall, a spellcaster serving the lord..." A secretary reached out to support Ambiqi, who was frightened and retreated repeatedly, and whispered in his ear.

Ambiqi came back to his senses, swallowed hard and nodded. It turned out to be a spellcaster. Well... It's not strange for a spellcaster to become anything, after all, they look crazy.

"Ambiqi Kenny, a knight of the Kenny family in the Grizzly Territory Mill Town?" Reiner asked casually without looking up, still flipping through the identity information of the captured nobles in his hand.

Spellcasters are equal to nobles, so Ambiqi naturally does not need to kneel down on one knee to salute like he did when meeting the lord. He touched his chest and replied, "Yes, Mr. Butler, I am."

It turns out that this wasteland lord has so many spellcasters loyal to him. In addition to the man in front of him who transformed his body into a machine, Ambiqi also saw two terrifying beings flying in the sky in panic on the battlefield outside Jackdaw Town that day. No wonder they could lead a group of civilian soldiers without even armor and easily defeat the Feigen family that had been entrenched in the border territory of Saint Valen for decades.

Reiner nodded and continued to ask: "Reading and writing should be no problem, right? I heard that this is a necessary requirement for becoming a knight."

"Of course, Mr. Butler, I have learned to read and write. Although I am not from a prominent family, I have also received traditional knight education." After answering this, Ambiqi couldn't help but mutter in his heart. He is indeed quite good in cultural etiquette, but his riding, archery and swordsmanship are quite lagging.

This is mainly because in recent decades, Saint Valen, an inland principality located in the north-central part of the continent, has not experienced much external wars and foreign invasions. There are fewer and fewer nobles and knights who have been canonized for war merits, resulting in the young generation like Ambiqi not having much battlefield experience. They are more valued by the lords of their fiefdoms through their rich knowledge and standard etiquette.

Reiner nodded again, and pulled out a page with Ambiqi's name from a pile of identity information, and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "Your father, Baron Kenny, believes that as a knight under Earl Feigen, you should follow the defeated lord to die together, so as to demonstrate the honor and determination of the knight to be loyal to the lord... Hehe, in short, he is unwilling to pay the ransom in exchange for your freedom."

"What? !! My father... my father... but I..."

Ambiqi couldn't believe his ears, his mind was like a mess, and he couldn't believe that his father chose to give up his own son's life just to show his loyalty to Earl Feigen who had died in the battle.

Pedant! Cold-blooded! Stupid!

The young knight felt his heart sinking gradually. He was naturally very clear about the fate of being forced to become a diehard of the earl. What awaited him was nothing more than the noose on the gallows, or working in heavy shackles in the dark mine until death.

Fortunately, the next words of the spellcaster steward gave him a glimmer of hope for a new life.

"You have two choices now. Either you are sent to the mining area to work as a miner for fifteen years in accordance with the laws of the territory to cleanse your crimes, or you are deprived of the title of knight and become a farm worker in the pioneer territory."

The secretary handed a work contract to Ambiqi, "Territory workers are not laborers or slaves, but free people. They can also receive wages for their work and have four days off a month. But in view of your previous actions, we will deduct part of your monthly salary to offset your ransom. In other words, you can redeem yourself through work."

Ambiqi held his breath and squinted his eyes to read the "work contract" in his hand carefully. He found that the treatment conditions were unexpectedly generous and relaxed. In addition to not being able to leave the wasteland territory at will, he actually had a single room belonging to him. Although the rent of the house also needed to be deducted from his salary, it was better than squatting in a cell with shackles and huddled together with three or four people.

In addition, his job as a farm worker paid him 80 gold yuan a month, which seemed to be the face value of the privately minted currency by the lord of this wasteland territory. After deducting the rent and ransom installments, there was still a lot of surplus for him to use at his own will.

Ambich did a quick mental calculation and found that as long as he worked here quietly, it would only take two or three years to pay the ransom for his freedom, and he didn't have to rely on his selfish father to save him.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Compared with hanging or hard labor, this was the best choice.

"Mr. Steward, I choose to work for the Lord and earn my freedom in exchange for my salary... But I don't quite understand that the job of farm worker doesn't seem to be suitable for me. I don't have any experience in tending the fields."

Reiner laughed a few times and pointed to the information in his hand and said, "Didn't you like herding your family's cattle and sheep the most in the mill town? Otherwise, why did they give you the nickname of shepherd knight? You should have some experience in raising livestock. Do you have other skills besides this?"

"Of course! In addition to herding sheep, I can also fish for trout!" Ambiqi regretted it as soon as he said it. As a knight, he was not good at riding, archery and swordsmanship, and fishing was not a skill. If he spread it out, he would probably get a new insulting title of "fishing knight".

However, Reiner didn't seem to care and asked with interest: "Oh? Do you still fish? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk Both the group and the fishery group are short of people now.”

Anbich suddenly had the idea of ​​trying to do two jobs, and he couldn't help but start to show off his rich experience of being a little bitchy. "If you grazing cattle and sheep, if you rely solely on the shepherds to drive them away to pick them freely in the outdoor pastures. Food, the growth of cattle and sheep depends entirely on the weather. If the pasture is not good, the pasture will be deserted, the herds will even slow down their reproduction and maintain the population size to ensure sufficient food... Don't look at them, they are just not smart. Livestock, their survival experience is not much worse than that of us humans in this regard.”

Seeing that the General Manager was so sensible, he paused and continued, "So I think it is most appropriate to set aside several fixed grasslands and place them in the form of rotational grazing. In autumn and winter, some grains must be fed to help them accumulate fat. Fight against cold weather, and... I found that these beasts would lick the natural salt crystals condensed on the rocks themselves, which means that this is also a must for them to survive. If they can actively provide some coarse salt to the herd, they will even have an appetite. Much better than that…”

Next, he talked endlessly about how he tamed a few hunting dogs, using whistles as an instruction to let the dogs help him shepherd the sheep, saving him a lot of his running skills, and when cattle and sheep give birth to difficult labor. , how did he direct his serfs to help the pregnant female animal?

Reiner was stunned by a long speech, and finally couldn't help but applaud.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Not bad! It seems that Lord Harvey is right. Not all of you nobles are useless and can only attack civilians with swords and swords... It seems that it is a bit inexplicable to ask you to go to the farm department's breeding team to be an ordinary worker. ”

He scratched his bare metal head, tore off a strip and wrote it up, and after writing a few strokes, he stamped the signature and handed it to the secretary, and then handed it to Ambich.

The shepherd knight took it and took a closer look, and it clearly stated-

Recommended by the Ministry of Agriculture Breeding Group, Deputy Intern Leader: Ambich Kenny.