Chapter 275 275. The Granary of the Land of Greed

Inside the necklace are some mumblings recorded by Miffin.

To be precise, it was a memory that he had lost long ago from the Church of Mother Earth. It was a ballad:

"The knight who holds the scales and rides on the black horse..."

"Accompanied by winged insects."

"Devouring all fruits and plants on the ground."

After watching this ritual that sounded a bit like some demonic cult, Cloya's heart skipped a beat.

Because this ballad... to be more precise it was a prophecy, predicting the coming famine, locusts all over the land, and the death that would follow.

At this moment, his premonition was warning him wildly. It was obvious that the prophecy was extremely true and would definitely happen in the future.

Well, hunger and locusts... Even the ancient dynasties in his previous world had a very difficult time dealing with them, and this was something that even famous ministers and wise kings had to deal with.

What about this world?

Just think about it and you will know what a difficult situation it is.

He thought for a while and told everything he could about what was in the necklace.

"The current situation is..."

After hearing this, Oak and Samir said in unison:

"When we were building the Earth Academy, we encountered a situation where the Earth was suffering from hunger!"

"Why didn't we care at the time?"

Both the man and the tree were extremely upset. The matter was obviously so important, but it was just ignored as a relatively rare event.

It was Miphiin who spoke again: "That should be the influence of divine power. In fact, the power of Mother Earth contains the power to conceal and block."

When Croa heard him say this, he suddenly remembered the sea god Barley that he had transformed. He asked, "Does the power of the Mother Goddess have the effect of repelling magic power?"

Mi Feiyin nodded silently: "Yes."

"The power of the earth embraces and tolerates, but it can also isolate and exclude. In fact, your miracle is the result of these effects."

——He was referring to the dream of the golden apple, the power that trapped the god Moss.

"I see."

The power of Poseidon's barley, and the several types of rice, corn, and beans that I have seen one after another that cannot be transformed into magical crops...

Those crops contain the divine power of Mother Earth.

Indistinctly, Cloya always felt that there seemed to be a hidden thread connecting all these things, and it was very likely related to the current situation.

But what is strange is that ordinary crops are also withering, or rather... the more ordinary the crops are, the more they cannot withstand the sudden changes in the earth and are withering.

Those powerful magical plants, especially elemental magical plants, can continue to live as long as the magic power exists and the sun's light continues to shine.

It’s like the difference between nobles and ordinary people - the former have too many ways to resist disasters, while the latter have no ability to resist risks.

Could it be that the Mother Goddess of Earth really wants to clean up ordinary people? But if ordinary people are gone, who will give Her so much faith?

You have to know that the number of ordinary people who believe in gods is definitely much greater than that of nobles and wizards. After all, religious belief itself is a spiritual sustenance.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at everyone in the conference room: "Now that it has happened, there is no point in being upset. What we have to face now is hunger and death."

"Fortunately, I've always been prepared."

As a time traveler, he likes to stockpile food very much. It has become a habit of his. A full store of food gives him a special sense of satisfaction.

To this end, he not only carried out large-scale farming and development in the north, but also prepared a granary in another place.

He clapped his hands.

A huge projection sand table was immediately placed in the center of the conference room. It showed the scenery of the entire North Territory, detailed down to every tree and every stone, and it was updated in real time.

"There are now 130 villages in the North, with a total population of about 600,000."

Considering the area of ​​the North, 600,000 people is not a lot at all, but there is nothing that can be done, after all, too many people died in that snowstorm.

Even if he has been working hard to introduce population, development is still a long process, which may take several years, more than ten years, or even decades to complete.

“I will let people build their own granaries based on villages, and the granaries will distribute food from the villages, and the food will belong to each village.”

As he spoke, the shadow of a granary, a golden granary, appeared in the air of every village.

Cloya knew very well that even if he said he had food, it would not be as good as letting people actually see the food in front of him.

He would never allow the North to be wasted because of food, so he decided to distribute the food stored in the underground warehouse of Hanjiao Island to various villages, and the villages and the people in the villages could use it freely.

There might be some problems with doing this, but he believed that the village chief he had trained for so long and the apprentices who patrolled the northern border could handle these things.

As long as what he does is right, he requires his subordinates to do the same, otherwise he can only whip them to move forward.

When he expressed his thoughts, the apprentices were fine, but Miffyne's face began to twitch.

The prince and bishop could not help but ask, "Kroya, how much food do you want to give?"

"Although your idea is good, if all the food is distributed, we will be in trouble."

Mifeiyin was in charge of the grain producing areas in the north, so he was of course aware of the annual grain surplus. In fact, the amount accumulated was not that much, and a large part of it was sold outside.

Adding the usual consumption, how much will be left?

His suggestion is actually very pertinent and important. Only by maintaining Hanjiao Island can the situation in the north be better prevented from collapsing.

Croix just smiled mysteriously.

"It seems that it is time to let you see my own private territory."

"Please don't be surprised, everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ta Ling had already taken out the cornerstone of the space teleportation magic circle and built it in the middle of the conference room.

Anyone with a little knowledge was shocked - the spatial magic patterns of the magic circle and the coordinates it represented were clearly the devil's territory, weren't they?

A magic circle for space teleportation from the lower plane?

They felt like their brains were going to explode.

Fortunately, they have all experienced many major events, and if they were not in front of Croix now, they would not even show surprise.

About ten minutes later, a portal made of orange light slowly took shape. Kloya walked in first, and the others followed him in.

Once they entered and adapted to the fluctuations of space, they were even more surprised when they saw what was in front of them.

Before my eyes is a lush field with crops closely spaced together. Corn, wheat, rice...all kinds of crops can be seen everywhere here and they are growing very well.

What is even more shocking is the huge glass tower in the distance, which is hundreds of meters high and has a radius of about thirty or forty meters.

Through the glass, you can clearly see that it is filled with corn kernels, rice, flour... and various fruits and vegetables.

Countless amounts of food were placed in the tower in different categories, and the colors were brighter and more dazzling than any magical creation.

A tower of food!

If you ignore the dark sky and the faint smell of evil in the air, this is a beautiful land that can catch anyone's eye.

“…”

They were all so surprised that they were speechless.

"Isn't this the devil's territory?"

Mifflin and Ophis Oak already felt a little dizzy. They were the two people (trees) who knew the special plane conditions of the lower plane best.

You have to know that the lower plane does not have a planting environment formed by complete sunlight, clear water and clean soil, so you can't farm at all.

Any crops that reach the lower plane will either die or mutate.

What is this? A whole field!

Croa smiled proudly: "Of course I transformed it. Didn't you see the magic field vines crawling among the crops?"

After he said this, everyone finally noticed that there were light blue vines entwined around the bottom of all the crops in the field.

Those were the magic field vines that the apprentices had not seen for a long time.

Ever since Croa started farming on a large scale and improving the environment, the Magic Field Vines basically only serve as special fields on several islands.

I didn't expect to see them here.

"You mean, the Demonic Field vines can adapt to the demonic environment?" Jamie couldn't help but ask.

"It's more than just adaptation." Kloya motioned for them to follow, and the group walked arduously along the path in the middle of the field, with various crops growing extremely lushly on both sides.

Being surrounded by vitality and smelling the fragrance of grain is simply intoxicating.

When they came to an area planted with rice, Croa bent down and picked up a magic field vine, pointed at it and said, "It's transforming this place."

Inside the crystal clear light blue Magic Field vines, you can see water flowing, which seems a little turbid, like salt water.

Using salt water to irrigate fields?

When the turbid salt water drips to the ground, it splashes "dust" visible to the naked eye, and there seems to be a voice shouting angrily.

——That consciousness is actually the consciousness of the gluttonous demon that still remains in this land. Although the demon has long been dead, its greed still remains here.

It can only be suppressed by the "Salt Stake" of the Salt Mountain Knights.

This is a long task. Even though Cloya has been doing it for five years, he still needs to use salt water every day to suppress the demon's consciousness.

It is not known how long it will take to completely eliminate the devil's consciousness and turn this land into truly fertile soil. For this reason, most of the magic field vines were sent here.

The consciousness of the Demonic Field Vines will protect and nourish these crops, and use its own power to keep out the demonic consciousness that is not suppressed by the salt.

What needs to be explained here is that when the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce sold the Demonic Field Vines, it actually cut off all its paths to becoming an elf.

This is a necessary monopoly measure for the Shengquan Chamber of Commerce.

But for the Demonic Field Vine, although it is difficult to resist the gluttonous demon's consciousness day after day and year after year, it is also a very rare training.

It is even about to give birth to a grape fairy.

Kloya gently stroked the Demonic Field Grapevines. The Demonic Field Grapevines had been helping him farm since he started, and now they were helping him open up a field in the demon world.

"Thank you~"

His voice was transmitted into the astral body of the Demonic Field Vine.

Meanwhile, the others had already scattered, looking around in amazement.

There is excitement and joy on everyone's face. All the crops here are full of vitality, without any adverse effects such as poor development caused by dense planting.

After a while, Cloya called them together and said, "The land here is very special. After I transformed the land with the magic field vines, the grapes can ripen almost once a month."

"And the yield per mu is no worse than outside."

"Since you have nothing to do anyway, just pick the crops here. I'm going to go outside to arrange things."

After saying that, he simply waved his hand and left, looking extremely cool.

Only a group of people who held important positions in various places in the North were left. He and the tree smiled helplessly and began to pick the fruits seriously.

As they were picking, they felt something was not right - why did it feel like there were some things that were completely out of place in the field?

For example, there are trees growing on the land with branches that look like roasted chicken legs, steaks with blood streaks, meatball fruits... and even wine flowing in the tree stumps.

It wasn't that strange, as they had eaten at the buffet restaurant in the underwater base before. They thought that it was all carefully processed by the chefs, but they didn't expect that it could actually grow from the soil?

The land can produce good roasted meat.

When will I be able to have such a dream...

…

The other side.

The order from Hanjiao Island has been passed on to various villages in the North, and magic iron has also been distributed to minimize the risk of food becoming moldy and keeping it fresh.

All you need to do is build the granary and stick these irons on the inside of the granary to ensure that there will be no problems with grain storage.

This is the benefit that Croa gives them, allowing them to build their own granary with their own hands so that they can have a real sense of participation.

But what he didn't expect was...

When the order was passed on, all the lords and village chiefs replied: "We don't need food. If Hanjiao Island wants to increase the food tax, we can cooperate."

Also attached below were the fingerprints of everyone in the village, which meant they did not force anyone to do so - anyone who dared to force anyone in the North would be courting death.

When Talling placed all the more than one hundred replies in front of Cloya, Cloya, who was busy, was stunned.

He couldn't help but ask Talling: "Is this true?"

"Of course." Tarling answered seriously: "These are the wishes of the people under your rule. You should be able to feel the abundant emotions in them."

However, even so, Croa still couldn't believe it: "Do they have enough food?"

"Don't worry. I have placed sensors in every piece of magic pattern iron sent to each village. You will get the results soon."

"...Then I'll just wait and see."

He continued to deal with the complicated work - if a disaster really happened outside, especially a locust plague, then he would definitely have to arrange a plan to deal with the disaster.

Try to suppress the locust plague before it hatches, if possible.

Here, he is trying to process and plan.

The entire North was in action.

As long as every household has all the young and middle-aged laborers, they will start building granaries according to the guidance of the construction instructors who come to each village.

In fact, the materials and appearance of the granary have basically no effect. What is important is the magic pattern iron given by Cloya. As long as it can cover the entire area, even if it is just a layer of soil, it will be effective.

But people still built the granary quite seriously, even almost strictly - the young and middle-aged people dug up mud and stones for construction, the women and the elderly processed these materials, and the children no longer had any interest in playing and followed the adults to help.

The grass and roots in each stone are cleared away, and the construction is done with extreme piety, and the granary is worshipped.

The women smoothed and processed the interior of the granary inch by inch, and then carefully affixed the magic iron given to them by Cloya.

The exquisite coldness of the magical creation and the warm-toned granary walls formed a sharp contrast, just like steel protecting a soft heart.

When the granary is built and reviewed, each household will take out the food and meat they have stored, register with the village chief one by one, and store them in the granary.

They really believed that this granary could protect their food, so they basically kept only what they needed for daily life at home and handed over the rest of the food.

During this period, people who had time and leisure often went out hunting and looking for wild fruits to store more food in the granary.

As they watched the granary gradually fill up, they all felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.

Finally, a month later.

The granaries of the 130 villages in the North were all built. The tower spirit showed the images it had obtained to Croa, who had finished the work and was taking a rest.

Inside the cold granary with a blue glow, different types of grains were piled up and classified, and each pile of grain was marked with who handed it in.

Honestly, it was a bit messy from Croa's perspective.

But there are so many different kinds of grains that represent the trust of every household. It is simply impossible to ask farmers to hand over the grain they have stored.

As a result, the North actually did it, and all 130 villages did it, and no one doubted his decision.

He looked at those fragmented images, feeling happy, and said to the tower spirit who was acting as a pillow beside him:

“Ta Ling, I finally have a sense of responsibility as a lord now - although I was very nice to them before, everything was considered from the perspective of stability and development.

But now I feel that I really need to protect them.”

Taring just nudged Cloya without saying anything.

It was processing some data given to it by the tower spirit of Ilister's Mage Tower. Those data had been encrypted using the latter's special encryption algorithms, and could only be deciphered if it had complete control over those algorithms.

And what those algorithms imply seems to be…

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

What is it exactly?

Thank you for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets. I will be working as a palu tomorrow. QAQ

(End of this chapter)