How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

"Then let them find someone to kill me."

Standing up and looking at Reinhardt standing under the moonlight, the girl's heroic face carried a certain kind of sternness.

"I'm dead, who else dares to stand in this position and force civilians to work with such high-handed methods?"

After asking a rhetorical question, Crusch turned around and was about to ignore the sword master behind him and walk into the room.

Even with five years of accumulation, it was impossible for Crusch to collect enough high-quality seeds to support the entire country.

She needs the common people to plant on a large scale, and needs them to starve, plant the food and bury it in the ground, and the cycle continues to increase.

Everyone knows that there is a limit to oppression, and everyone knows that this kind of behavior will cause turmoil in the later stage.

But Crusch Karsten, who had deceived everyone, was about to die.

His existence is a target, a target for everyone to attack.

"Reinhardt."

Dark green hair fluttered behind her.

In the middle of the walk, Crusch turned to look at Reinhardt as if he had thought of something.

"I originally thought that under the current circumstances, you would agree to use your ability to read the minds of all nobles."

"But you didn't choose to do it in the end."

The magic lamp in the room has not been lit yet.

On the tall porch, on the nine steps, the beautiful and delicate Ionic stone pillars are crowned with gorgeous triangular mountain flowers.

Borrowing the moonlight from the courtyard, the stone pillar casts a long shadow.

Crusch stood in the pitch-black shadow, looking straight at the Juggernaut shrouded in the bright moonlight in the courtyard.

"Reading everyone's hearts without authorization will only make the situation worse, and everyone will resist together."

Reinhard looked up at Crusch and replied.

At this moment, there was no smile on Juggernaut's face, but some kind of almost rigid response.

"Someone resisted, the invincible sword master?"

Crusch just looked at Reinhardt and shook his head.

"In order to complete today's situation, I have been constantly making arrangements since I learned about the "death of the dragon". "

"Up to now, even my father is directly on the opposite side of me."

"But in fact, the entire Lugnica, from the very beginning, has such a person who can complete everything that I have worked hard to accomplish without any layout."

Crusch looked at Reinhardt with a calm gaze.

And the latter looked away in a very quick way after facing Crusch's gaze.

It was self-explanatory who Crusch was referring to.

If Reinhardt wanted to, with his almost omnipotent ability, he could perfectly do whatever Crusch was doing now.

There is no existence in Lugnica that can check and balance him.

No noble dared to resist, and no noble could resist.

He can use extremely strong force to suppress and collect all the food directly. Dictatorship is completely achievable.

"Power shouldn't be abused, and it can't solve all problems. What's more, I'm not as smart as you, Crusch."

Reinhardt gave Crusch an answer after being silent for a while.

"So the final choice of the Invincible Sword Master is to do nothing."

"Too……"

"In the past, you looked at the slums in front of you and chose to be a soldier, patrolling the slums and streets every day to maintain law and order."

"Now, in this situation, what you will do is go into the forest with the villagers to find food."

Crusch Karsten asked himself this question.

"The sword master Reinhardt who never makes mistakes."

She looked at Reinhardt and nodded as if she had understood the truth.

"A righteous coward."

After saying these words, Kursh walked into the dark Karsten house without looking back.

Only Reinhardt was left standing under the moonlight in the courtyard.

"..."

"If the opening is opened, it will never be closed again."

Looking up at the full moon in the sky, the young man with fiery red hair murmured, with a kind of bitter smile on his face.

Precisely because no one can stop him once he takes action, Reinhardt can't do anything.

Reinhardt knew that he was strong, but he also knew that he was not smart.

He really couldn't be sure that what he did was right.

Is it right to read other people's minds?

I don't know, but I will probably see a lot of things, and these things may force Reinhardt to change.

But a Juggernaut can only be a Juggernaut, and he can only strike against absolute mistakes.

He should not have too much obsession and intention, nor should he think about changing anything.

Anyone can work hard, but he can't.

Because he is invincible.

No one can correct his mistakes.

Looking up at the night sky, the Juggernaut, independent of the courtyard, remained silent as if recalling everything in his life.

"There is often a thin line between comedy and tragedy."

Grandma's death came to mind at the same time as my own birth.

"Often those good wishes lead people to hell on earth."

Muttering, Reinhardt seemed to be persuading himself with this.

It was at this time.

squeak~

The door of Karlsten's house was slowly pushed open.

Felix Argyll, with good or bad news.

"The "Permafrost" side has obtained the ownership of the white whale. "

Not shying away from Reinhardt at all, he spoke to Crusch.

End of this chapter

In a small research room built on top of the white whale.

Rows of experimental samples were placed next to the wall by category.

Dozens of square wooden boxes are filled with soil.

In each box, there are more than a dozen plants of different varieties.

"Plants contaminated with "white whale blood" will endlessly devour the nutrients of the land. "

"But it's not devouring like we thought."

Emilia said and pointed to the withered crops in front of her and the soil under them.

The soil was dry and cracked, and most of the nutrients and water were drained.

Crops are even weirder.

They are generally the size of a seedling, but appear mature.

If you compare it with a human, it is probably like a person the size of a child with a face that belongs to an elderly person.

Roots and stems are slightly cracked.

The leaves are turning yellow, but the flowers are blooming brilliantly, and shriveled fruits or rice are dotted around it.

The characteristics of this plant that should have appeared in different seasons all appeared on it at the same time.

"How did you analyze the reason for this?"

Lu Yuan turned his head to look at Emilia and asked a question.

"Overdraft."

Emilia briefly described the situation.

"This is a crop that was planted a day ago. Affected by the blood of gluttony, it has directly experienced all the processes of the plant's life in just one day."

"From a microscopic point of view, all cells die after reaching their limit."

"As for the reason..."

"Probably another interpretation of Betty to us."

Speaking of this, Emilia frowned a little uncomfortablely, and the girl was obviously not satisfied with her answer.

"An in-depth explanation for binge eating?"

After listening to Emilia's words, Lu Yuan was slightly stunned, and the figure of Betty who had preached appeared in his mind.

That soft and waxy voice seemed to ring in my ears at the same time.

……

"Gluttony Witch, Daphne."