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Button never thought that he would encounter such a thing someday.

The shit he had worked so hard to pick up from outside the city yesterday, this kind of shit that was considered useless by others before, was unexpectedly murdered by thieves.

...Ghost knows how many looks he got on the way when he brought back a bucket full of feces from outside the city yesterday.

—Thinking of this, Barton couldn't hold back, and offered the most sincere "greetings" to that little thief in his heart.

It may be that even the gods couldn't help pitying this unfortunate man who had lost his things after being blindsided. Although the smell of the fermented feces was not as exciting as it was at the beginning, Barton-Lu couldn't find it by smelling it, but The dung thief may have been too sloppy in his movements. He was a little flustered when he ran away with the fermented feces and urine. escape route.

When he bent down to pick up the agricultural tools that he fell to the ground angrily, he happened to see this "road guide".

The things were indeed worthless, after all—the people of Corunna were producing every day, but Patton, who had been stolen, just couldn't swallow this breath. He bent down to look at the lines on the ground, grabbed the agricultural tools as weapons, and searched all the way there.

……

On the other side, Simpson, who was stealing for the first time, carried a bucket full of potions, and ran all the way to the nearest alchemy workshop in a panic, preparing to let the magician in the alchemy workshop take a good look at what kind of thing it was.

Of course, even though this potion was such a miraculous thing, he never thought of swallowing it alone.

After the magician analyzed the composition of the potion and gave him the same potion that would allow the crops to grow vigorously, he would secretly return the barrel to Barton, after all, he was never a criminal thief.

Because of his panicked movements, the potion in the barrel bumped and splashed out of the barrel.While the liquid was tumbling, the pungent smell that remained after the fermentation seemed to be much stronger.

Simpson looked at the wooden bucket in his hand that was almost the same style as the dung bucket that the residents of Corunna usually used. For a moment, he felt like he had picked up the wrong thing. Unfortunately, he took away what Barton was going to bring today. The excrement disposed of outside the city.

...This should be because the smell of the potion is a bit too novel. After all, according to the past time, Barton would only go to the fields outside the city at this time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw the medicine splashed on his body from the corner of his eye due to running.

——It seems that he will have to pay the other party some extra potions in the future. I don't know if Barton, who has a bad relationship with him, will open his mouth to him because of this.

Simpson looked at the alchemy workshop in front of him, and slowed down his pace.

Perhaps the smell of this bucket of medicine is too weird. When he entered the alchemy workshop with the bucket, the clerk who watched the store looked at him with distaste before entering the door: "Sir, this is not a place to deal with feces. The cesspool, did you go to the wrong place?"

The few customers next to him also regarded the potion as excrement, and because of his inappropriateness, they covered their noses and looked at him with a little disdain.

Simpson blushed in embarrassment, and it took a while to regain his senses and refute himself: "This is a potion that can make the land more fertile. Although it smells a little bit, it is not feces!"

"Before this, I have seen with my own eyes that someone used this potion to restore the health of dry crops and re-fertilize the land. It seems that no one in your alchemy workshop has ever heard of such a potion. I will look for it later. Let's take a look at other powerful alchemy workshops."

His appearance looked so determined and confident. Although the smell of the potion was a bit weird, seeing the other party's swearing appearance, no one present doubted his words.

... But yes, from a common sense point of view, no matter whether it is out of respect for magicians or their own cognition, no one would have thought before that that in the future there will be so - a person carrying - a dung bucket into the door, Tell everyone grandly that this is some kind of precious potion.

Restoring crops to health and fertilizing the land... almost everyone knows it.Even for the clerk who had sold all kinds of weird medicines for the alchemy workshop, this was the first time he heard that there were such precious medicines.

"Wait," the clerk stopped, "We don't sell such potions in our store now, but the magician in our alchemy workshop—Master Dean is best at potion knowledge. If he came to see it, it must be very interesting." You will soon know the main composition of the potion."

"Wait a moment, I'll invite Lord Dean out right away to solve all your doubts."

In the nearest alchemy workshop here, it is true that the magician Dean here is best at identifying and making magic potions.Simpson didn't think much about leaving here. After hearing what the clerk said, he stood still and waited for Dean to come out.

It was probably the first time the magician Dean had heard of a potion with such an effect. It didn't take long for him to walk out of the room behind the shop in a hurry.At this time, all the townspeople in the store who heard about this magical potion for the first time and wanted to see what it looked like gathered around Simpson.

"All of you make way first, let me get closer to see what kind of magic potion this is. If possible in the future, maybe I can make this and sell it in the store." Fortunately, everyone is very curious about this, and Dean relies on his own As a magician, he managed to get to the closest position to the barrel.

The magical potion smelled a bit stinky at first, but in the eyes of the well-informed magician Dean, who had even seen magic potions that smelled like dirt or even rotting corpses, it wasn't a big problem.

Generally speaking, the best way to identify pharmaceutical products is to see, smell and taste.The results of the identification of the first two have already told Dean that this is a potion that he has never seen before and is beyond his knowledge, so it is probably the last method to identify the composition of the potion.

Dean has a keen sense of taste since he was a child. Before that, he had tasted the residual herbs in many potions by relying on his sense of taste alone. He forcibly figured out the main ingredients of several strange potions, and reproduced the potions.

Confident in his talent, he was just about to stretch out his hand to try to put a little bit into his mouth to taste a little bit, when a loud shout came from outside the door: "Wait!"

Dean stopped with his hand that was about to touch the surface of the potion, and looked towards the door together with the others around him.

Outside the door, Barton, who saw the name of "Alchemy Workshop" and watched the traces extending all the way to the store, subconsciously realized the problem and felt that something was wrong.Regarding the way magicians identify potions, he has also heard many stories about well-known magicians relying on taste and smell to figure out their composition.

Barton couldn't imagine condescending to sample in order to figure out the composition of these feces.

...And to be honest, even if you try it seriously, no magician will be able to figure out what it is in the end.After all, according to common sense, who would know and remember the smell of excrement.

"Wait..." Barton gasped while holding the door frame, looking at the scene in front of him - all the tragedies seemed to have never happened, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Simpson felt a little guilty when he watched the victim come to the door.But thinking about the farmland at home, and looking at the face of Barton who was not getting along with him, he reluctantly greeted him and apologized: "Sorry, I took your medicine without authorization."

"I just... really want to know what this magical potion is called." Simpson couldn't justify himself at all, and the moment his mind went blank, he could only say such words.

It stands to reason that Barton should feel refreshed at this time when he saw the guy who was not dealing with him bow his head to him.But looking at the fingers of the master magician who was about to dip into the swamp fluid, now he only felt terrified.

"Give this back to me." He stepped forward, the only thing he could say was this request.

Although Dean hadn't seen what happened with his own eyes, based on what he saw and heard just now, he probably knew what happened before that.

"Sorry, sir, I am also very curious about your potion. Can you tell me what kind of potion it is?" He was obviously very curious about this unknown potion.

Button dared to bet that if he explained what it was, the other party would definitely regret it: "Well, I don't know much about this."

But obviously, the magician Dean couldn't accept his kindness: "Well, if possible, can I try to taste it and analyze its composition? Maybe you will know it soon What the hell is this?"

It is indeed an honor to be called "you" by a magician.However, after listening to these gentle words, Barton felt his scalp tingle for a while.

Even if he imagined it, he was too timid to conceive such a picture...

Seeing Dean's unrepentant look, Barton had no choice but to compromise. He sighed and said, "This...it's not some kind of potion, but excrement from the cesspool outside the city."

When Button told the truth, Simpson was the first to express his disbelief: "Impossible, I know you don't like me, but you wouldn't make up such a lie to insult my IQ!"

"You said it was those dirty feces, how is this possible?! I saw you pouring this medicine on the ground to make the land more fertile. How could this be those dirty things."

Barton looked at Simpson's face and couldn't help sneering: "How is it impossible?! I picked it up from the cesspit outside the city with my own hands. How could there be a problem with this?"

"At the beginning, I didn't expect such dirty excrement to have such a magical effect. I even felt that the people who talked about it to me were just joking. It wasn't until I actually used it that I realized that there is actually such a thing in this world. Such a wonderful thing."

"Thank you for the gift of the God of the Earth!" His expression softened a little until he saw the magician Dean who was stunned in place.

—Once the names of the gods you believe in are involved, then it is impossible to be lying, after all, the gods can't tolerate the insult of lies right now.

The expressions of all the people present were a little ugly.

Simpson looked at his trouser legs covered with "potion" and was speechless for a while. Dean recalled his idea of ​​"wanting to taste" and couldn't help closing his eyes with a pale face.The onlookers and customers thought that they wanted to memorize this miraculous potion, so they leaned over to the side and inhaled forcefully, baring their teeth and showing a toothache expression.

……

The next day, whoever ate my homework—online went out the door and saw townspeople standing outside the door.

After they asked Millie, they probably knew who had eaten the online time of my homework, and they waited here together.

Of course, this is not to say that they wanted to thank each other in such a hurry, but after thinking and discussing later, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that whoever ate my homework was a follower of the God of the Earth, and a priest who acted on behalf of the gods to bestow blessings on the world .

Farming and animal husbandry have always been the priesthood of the God of the Earth, and most farmers who rely on the land to survive will worship such a god from the bottom of their hearts.It's just a pity that unlike the magic guild under the command of the God of Magic, the Earth God, who is also a neutral god, does not have a similar organization. He even has not many priests who walk the world in history.

Now that such a magical method of "fertile land" is suddenly reported, isn't it the will of the gods sent down by the priests of the god of the earth.

... For a while, even the time when someone who ate my homework seemed to be seriously ill to the townspeople of Corunna, so the time of going online after a long period of drowsiness seemed a lot more mysterious. close.

Such a rare priest who belongs to the god of the earth, I am afraid that many people want to see for themselves who is holy. This also makes anyone who went online today eat my homework before walking to the door, and was surrounded by inhumane crowds.

"The earth is above, thank you for the grace of God." Looking at the figure who ate my homework, this group of believers of the God of the Earth seemed to have tears in their eyes. Moved by the incident, "You walked the world instead of the God of the Earth, and came to a small town like Corunna to help the god to issue his will."

"I really... thank you very much for your generosity!" They said so, with a few choked up voices.

"Huh?" Who ate my homework and looked at these self-impressed believers, and was stunned when he heard the words, "What is the god of the earth?!"

If I were another player, I might agree to see this situation and see if there are other tasks in the future, but whoever ate my homework is obviously a very honest girl.

"...I don't believe in God." After the words fell, she stood and stared at the stunned Corunna townspeople.