How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

Along the way with Lu Yuan, Anastasia often fell into this state.

That was her own point of view, arguing with herself.

"Huh~" He exhaled lightly.

Anastasia seemed to have made a decision at this moment.

"Mr. Lu Yuan, after returning to Kakarachi, I should also invest in your research."

The girl's face once again brought a certain elegance and seriousness that belonged to her.

"Then congratulations, at least you will stand in front of a group of people."

Lu Yuan raised his head and looked at Anastasia with a smile.

And the purple-haired girl just shook her head slightly to see Lu Yuan's appearance.

Along the way, a large part of the reason why Anastasia has not made up her mind is because of Lu Yuan's attitude.

No matter what Lu Yuan said, he was hinting at Anastasia's investment in research.

This is the most puzzling place.

"If you hadn't hinted at Mr. Lu Yuan, I would have made up my mind a long time ago."

"But without your hint, I wouldn't have thought of investing in it."

Looking at Lu Yuan with blue-green eyes, Anastasia's eyes were filled with some kind of puzzlement.

Obviously, as long as Anastasia does not invest, Lu Yuan will remain invincible in the cheap mass production of communicators.

Why did the other party suggest that she conduct research?

From a businessman's point of view, this is absolutely not in the interest.

"But I'm not a businessman."

Lu Yuan shrugged at Anastasia.

It always feels a bit taller to say it.

But what Lu Yuan desires most is not money.

The increase in knowledge, the advancement of technology, and the expansion of people's understanding of the world are the most important.

The further forward all of the above, the greater the power that Lu Yuan's "process simplification" can exert.

The increase in knowledge will reduce the "variables" and reduce his energy consumption.

The advancement of technology will increase the activities he can perform.

When people in this world point out the Star Destroyer, Lu Yuan also has the ability to instantly rub the Star Destroyer with his hands.

When people in this world figure out a way to transform life, Lu Yuan can transform life in an instant.

In a sense, he and everything around him are progressing together.

"You can think of my ideal as liberating the wisdom of all human beings, including demihumans."

Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at Anastasia with a serious face.

Anastasia faced Lu Yuan's words and gaze.

Show a childish and lovely smile.

"Mimi, let's go back to Kakarachi."

As she said that, she directly pulled Mimi to turn around and boarded her dragon carriage.

With her back to Lu Yuan, the girl's face was full of expressions like 'I believe you're a ghost'.

End of this chapter

In the mountains surrounded by mist, a place where ghosts live in seclusion.

The sky was pitch black.

Red flames resounded in the air, and howls and wailings burned all around.

Witch cultists in dark religious attire are carrying out some kind of wanton massacre.

The tip of the nose seemed to be able to smell the disgusting smell that was polluted together with Mana.

"Gahahahahahah!"

Like the roar of a wild animal, it came from the distance of the burning houses. This sound was made by a strong, white-haired old ghost who ran from the deepest part of the village to the square.

The white-haired ghost old man in a kimono with his chest slightly exposed, with two broad horns on his forehead, and extreme anger gleaming in his eyes.

However it didn't work.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Flames spewed out from the mouth, nose, and ears of the white-haired ghost old man, and his whole body was wrapped in crimson flames. He had an extremely depressed expression on his face, and he screamed from the pain of burning his internal organs.

However, the screaming throat has been burned, and it can no longer make a decent sound.The huge firepower evaporated the eyeballs, and the tongue was burned and festered.

But even wrapped up in it all.

The old man with closed eyes was still holding the big knife tightly, and kept attacking the figure wrapped in pitch black in front of him.

However, there was only a sound of chopping and chopping randomly, and he could no longer hear the sound of ridicule and play.

crackling~ crackling~

The wood continued to crackle as the flames burned.

The flames are burning and the resistance continues.

Although it is not completely completed, it will continue as it is.

As one of the hundred demi-human races, it will be a matter of time before all of them are wiped out that night. .

……

Crack~Crack~

The scorched wood was crushed and cracked.

The man with clown makeup held a book in his hand, stepped on the messy and burning ground, and walked forward following the instructions.

An indifferent expression, as if he didn't feel anything about what happened around him.

"Does everything about you follow this book?"

Overlapping voices rang in Roswaal's ears.

Melaquik turned into a red spot of light, floating around Roswaal.

"Mellaquik~ It is the Gospel that brought you to this state~"

The man in clown makeup sang the name of the book like a song.

The Gospel, a book given by his teacher.

As long as he follows the instructions in the book, one day he will resurrect his teacher with dragon blood.

"But you don't even know what it asks you to do next, and you don't know the consequences of what you do."

The overlapping voice sounded again.

The great elf Melaquik, who was forced to sign a contract with Roswaal, expressed his confusion about the humans in front of him.

Fear, fear, fear, fear.

Meraquique fears all horrors, and the 'unknown' is most of the time, certainly the greatest.

Just like the last time I caught it.

Roswaal, holding the Gospel, came to the spot and waited for it.

But before it arrived, Roswaal had no idea what would come.

The man with clown makeup just started to act according to the instructions in the book, eagerly and earnestly at the moment when the content appeared in the book.

"Didn't you realize that you... are like a pawn?"

Melaquique hovered behind Roswaal and asked such a question.

The person in front of him is clearly human.

But Melaquique felt more human than himself.

"When the road is clearly in front of you, becoming a pawn is the shortcut to success."

"And even if it's a pawn..."

The original cadence is gone.

Holding the book in both hands, Roswaal's indifferent and empty eyes rarely showed some kind of reminiscence and nostalgia.

Roswaal did not say what happened next.

But Melaquique smelled a special feeling from it with the instinct of an elf.

Just like Parker once smelled the mind and temperament of Lu Yuan, the elves have this kind of talent called instinct.

"Strange, strange, strange."

Overlapping voices sounded one after another.

Temporarily making a contract with the other party, Melaquik, who was free from the control of desire, looked at Roswaal in front of him.

There was a kind of deep confusion on the steed's face.

"My fear obviously comes from the cohesion of human beings, but you, as a human being, have abandoned fear instead."

"I don't understand, I can't pass."

"What exactly is the desire you are talking about?"

The small flaming steed questioned, maybe it got rid of the control of the original fearful desire, but at this moment its thinking has a certain kind of emptiness and divergence.

Melaquique has a certain dilemma between the mission he entrusted to humans and his actions all the time.