I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

stop playing with mud

The sudden heavy rain swept across the entire Black Forest Kingdom like a flood.

It rained for three full days, and the civilians who had stockpiled food in advance took shelter at home for three days. The sheds to protect the crops were built, and the livestock were rushed to the high cages in advance.

During these three days, Fran was the busiest person in the Black Forest.

At least Fran thought so.

On the first day, she could barely brave the rain, and went to the Stington family's castle to learn magic from the Dark God.

The next day, the water was ankle-deep in many places, but Stington's carriage arrived at the gate, and Fran had to go too.

On the third day, even though Baixue had arranged for soldiers and workers to dig some drainage ditches in advance, Fran didn't want to go out no matter what she said.

"If the Duke of Stington sends for me, tell me I'm sick!"

The aristocrat said that he looked polite and did not join forces with other aristocrats, but he was a crazy believer behind the scenes.

As long as the God of Darkness says a word, Fran will be invited over even if the lava is flowed with a knife.

It's not that she doesn't want to work hard, it's really that the weather doesn't allow it.

Since learning the magic of preventing elves from the Dark God, Fran would release the magic mirror from time to time to breathe.

At this time, the magic mirror was leaning upright on the desk, facing a flowerpot filled with soil.

"Master Fran, let me explain first that I am definitely not questioning your magic. Your magic is the best in the world, but shouldn't this potted plant germinate?"

Fran glanced at the magic mirror, of course she knew that the apple seedling should have germinated.

Just the day before yesterday, she applied the magic she had just learned to this newly planted apple seedling.

As long as one plant can germinate, Fulan can germinate thousands of vegetation and crops.

When she was studying, the dark god had clearly told her that this kind of magic would take effect in three days at the earliest.

That is to say, from casting magic to plant unearthed, no more than three days.

But it was already the third day, and there was still no movement from the seeds.

The stagnant water hasn't receded yet, but the rain at this time has a tendency to slow down.

When the rain stops and the water in the field completely subsides, if the seed still hasn't germinated, the same magic cannot be used in the field.

Fran, who was a little apprehensive, couldn't wait any longer. She gently moved the soil with her hands, and pushed the soil covering the seeds to the sides little by little until the seeds in the soil were exposed.

"His Royal Highness Fran..." the magic mirror called her in a strange tone.

"Strange, it didn't sprout."

A few apple seeds were still wrapped tightly, the outer shell was not broken, and there were no green shoots coming out.

"His Royal Highness Fulan..." the magic mirror called her again.

"Don't talk, I'm thinking."

What is wrong?She clearly used the magic as the Dark God said.

"Fu..."

"If you don't want to be sealed by me, just be quiet..."

Fran's words stopped suddenly, something was wrong with the magic mirror, and the face on the mirror was trying hard to wink.

"My followers say you're sick."

She suddenly realized why the magic mirror kept calling her: "..."

"So you're playing with mud here."

Fran: "..."

She slowly let out a long breath, turned around on the chair, folded her hands on the back of the chair and dragged her chin, and then showed an ugly smile: "Master Dark God, why haven't you been seen by the mirror?" ?”

"This kind of magic item cannot bear my shadow."

The dark god in a black cloak had a calm expression, and his dark red eyes swept over a bit of dirt on the fingers of her exposed hand.

Fran silently pressed that hand under her arm as well.

"Master Dark God, I am indeed sick." Before the god continued to play with the mud, she said seriously, "My magic doesn't work anymore."

The proud deity looked calmly at the woman who was still sitting on the chair, her brown red eyes looked at him motionlessly asking for help, her hands were hidden under her arms, as if she was only sitting with her claws bent inward kitten.

"Your magic just doesn't work on this dirt," he stated after sweeping the pots on the table.

"Why is this happening?" Fran was puzzled. Is there anything special about this piece of soil?

The God of Darkness didn't answer immediately, and his eyes swept to the rainwater that hit the balcony outside the window.

"You originally wanted to save this land?"

Fran nodded.

"The soil of this land cannot be saved by relying on your magic alone."

Not just this dirt, but this land.

Before Fran had time to show her surprised expression, she saw the Dark God standing in front of her disappear in the blink of an eye.

He reappeared just when she thought he had abandoned her as a student because she pretended to be sick and skipped class.

From his haste, perhaps, his cloak caught a few drops of water.

"Except for the soil of the forest, which still has a little aura, the rest of the land, including the soil in this country, has almost no aura left."

The God of Darkness walked around to her, and pulled the flower pot on the writing table closer.

"You mean, is this land dead?" So he used the word "save".

Seeing him nodding, Fran lowered her eyes and said aggrievedly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier when I was learning this magic."

He looked at her with an obvious expression, "How do I know what you want to do after learning this?"

Fran can also make up the second half of the sentence—"I thought you wanted to play with mud."

The Dark God rarely asks questions about Fran.

It's like he never asked why she, the black witch, couldn't do magic.

Even this time, she proposed to learn the magic that can bless the land and make the barren soil rich.

He also just agreed to teach her directly.

He is not a human being, but a god, and it is normal to not care about these things.

Fran sighed, drooping her head listlessly.

She had hoped to cast a spell on Bai Xuezai to heal the soil.

The dark god's hand slid across the soil, and the soil that had been pushed away by Fran was covered with seeds again.

"That guy, in order to kill me, almost drained the aura of this land. The rest of my bones will be buried here because the aura here is so lacking that I can't use it." The mood of the dark god was very calm, It seems that the god trapped here is not him, but someone else.

In the next second, Fran also became energetic.

It turned out that this land was not barren, but was artificially drained of spiritual energy, which made it impossible for life to germinate and grow from the land.

And those crops that barely grew, probably absorbed the last little bit of aura left.

Case solved.

"That guy is really selfish." She complained, "Not only did you harm you, but he didn't even consider other people's lives."

The Dark God glanced at her, and moved his palm slightly towards the flowerpot.

The black glitter particles were spread on the soil. The soil was the same as before, but something was slowly pushing up small pieces of soil.

—The seeds sprouted.

Fran was a little surprised to see that the seeds she had been waiting for for a few days suddenly germinated.

"My lord, can I learn this magic?"

He looked at her: "Bringing life to dead things is not magic that humans and fairies can learn."

She lowered her head again.

Also.

Since the God of Darkness said so, then that fairy witch couldn't bring the dead land back to life.

Looking at her still like a kitten, she silently put her head back on her arm.

He pushed the flower pot back into the distance: "I can save this land."

Fran's dimmed eyes lit up again.

"The death of this land is because of me." He explained without changing his expression.

"Why is it because of you!" Fran shook her head angrily, "The one who killed this land is the same guy who killed you. You are a victim just like this land! How could you Hurting a small piece of land."

Magic Mirror: "..." As a sycophant, of course Magic Mirror could hear Fran's rainbow fart.

She obviously used this kind of words to make the demon god more willing to use magic to save the land.

It cautiously raised its eyes to look at the dark god next to it.

He outlived it, you should have heard it, right?

"I can still save this land."

Oh, he didn't hear it.

"But I need a part of my soul to have the ability to cast magic on a large piece of land."

Fran nodded.

As for the first magic item from abroad in the Black Forest, she already had a clue.

"My lord, when the heavy rain stops, I can set off to find magic props for you when I'm ready." Fran said, "But before that, can you help me revive a small piece of land?"

She compared the distance with her fingers: "Just a little bit."

The Dark God was silent for a moment, and asked, "Then how will you repay me?"

"..." Didn't he just say that he was responsible for the death of this land?Why is it gone once she finishes boasting.

The magic mirror sighed in his heart, it exaggerated too much back then, and it seemed to have the same effect.

Seeing that Fulan didn't hold back a word for a long time, the Dark God didn't intend to wait any longer.

I left a sentence of "Think about it carefully", but felt that it was not enough, and added: "Stop playing with mud."

Then merged into the heavy rain.

Not long after the Dark God left, an attendant brought the news to Fran.

"The fairy said that after the rain stops, I want to compete with you in magic. Whoever can make the soil grow crops again will be qualified to be the godmother of the princess. Those who fail must leave the Black Forest Kingdom."

"Who is she? Why would she say something like asking me to leave?" Fran disdainfully said, "Where is Bai Xue? What did she say?"

"She agreed for you, and said that you will never lose."

Fran: "."