By mid-September, the seeds sown when first arriving in Boravice had turned into golden waves of wheat. Although only two hundred acres of wheat were planted in this new country, Xia Lan still greeted the first autumn harvest of the Kingdom of Faox with the greatest enthusiasm.

The wheat stalks were chopped down one by one with sharp sickles and then tied into bundles with straw ropes. It only took Xia Lan one morning to harvest all the wheat stalks using human wave tactics.

"Hold it down, you idiots, before you get kicked to death by a pig."

As soon as Xia Lan came back with Mai on her back, she heard Arnold yelling at the top of his lungs, his white beard flying wildly. Many people stopped working and gathered together to watch the castration of the pigs.

This was a second-level demon pig, tied up with chains and pressed to the ground, howling and screaming desperately, but no matter how it struggled, the crowd tried their best to prevent it from breaking free.

It was Good who did it. He caressed the knife in his hand calmly, blew a breath of warm air on the cold blade, walked forward, patted the pig's butt and said comfortingly: "Take a deep breath, it won't hurt, it will be fine in a moment."

It would have been fine if he hadn't comforted her. After she was comforted, the pig screamed even more miserably, and even Varean, who was pressing the pig, became a little impatient.

"Please hurry up, or I'll do it."

Good rarely showed his temper. He flicked his wolf ears and shook his head slightly to refuse.

"It's such an important moment in the pig's life, let me, your good friend, help it."

Varean didn't know when Good and Pig became friends, but this guy was finally going to take action.

The knife flashed, and the shrill screams filled with resentment echoed throughout the Dawn City. When the male monsters trapped in the iron cages heard it, they subconsciously clamped their hind legs together.

"Why did you cut it all off?"

Xia Lan put down the wheat bundle, speechless.

"Didn't you say you wanted to castrate me? If you don't do it completely, I'm afraid it won't be completely removed."

Good shook off the blood on the knife and prepared for the next one.

"Find a chopstick and plug it in later. Don't block the catheter."

Xia Lan had also heard of pig castration, but she didn't know the difference between full castration and pig removal. However, for a second-level monster, it wouldn't die from a simple castration, so there was no need to worry too much about it.

These monsters are very wild, and he hopes to help them get rid of their ferocity. In his previous life, the young men who were not castrated were all effeminate. He doesn't believe that these monsters don't have that thing, so he dares to act rashly.

After Xia Lan left with his hands behind his back, Good pointed at the cut object and shouted to the crowd: "Hey! Uri, do you still want this thing?"

Feeling the meaningful gazes around him, a middle-aged man in the crowd blushed from cheeks to ears. He raised his hands to cover his face and walked forward to take the things away.

This made Good look puzzled. It was less than two taels of meat, so why was he so embarrassed? Last time when the meat was divided, didn't he complain that he had a wife and children at home and asked him to cut two more times? Why did he still feel embarrassed today?

These guys with wives are weird. They stay at home at night and don’t come out to drink. Old brothers are still the best.

"By the way, who's next?"

Men with families collectively took a step back. Who would use that thing? Do men still need to keep it?

…

In the government building, Melvin summarized the linen and furs produced in the past few days. The linen produced by Bolavis was not only enough for the entire Faox, but also had some excess production capacity.

Xia Lan thought about it and it was normal. Apart from reclaiming the land and building the city, there were only 200 acres of land that needed to be taken care of. The women spent most of their time weaving, and the wild hemp around Shuguang City was almost harvested.

Population has become the biggest bottleneck for development. The reclaimed land has no one to cultivate, and most of the captured warships are stranded at the dock. Although there are already 10,000 people in Faox including Bailang Island, while there were only more than 100 people a few months ago, Xia Lan still feels that it is a bit slow.

I didn't have the courage to go to the north before, but the two chosen ones of the Arcane God are about to reach the Baltic Sea. I can easily take advantage of the power of the two gods and challenge a group of evil cults alone. The Church of the Arcane God must be strong, but I haven't asked that guy's name of God and his church yet.

Amidst the shrill screams, the two men finished dealing with a pile of messy government affairs, leisurely drank evening tea and admired the afterglow of the sunset.

Could that bastard Good please hurry up? He hasn't finished his work in the entire afternoon and he's making so much noise. Xia Lan fanned herself with a feather fan, feeling a little impatient.

At this time, a raven with white feathers on its head flew from a distance and landed on the small table between the two rocking chairs.

Xia Lan took the letter off the raven's legs, gave it a few raisins, and then opened the letter and began to read.

"Did something happen on White Wave Island?"

Malvern asked with concern.

"No, it's just that the two mages confessed their undercover identities."

Among the five mages left behind by the Nine Demon Fleet, the brothers Ryan and Gowei sincerely wanted to stay, but the remaining two wanted to be undercover. So Xia Lan left the two guys on Bailang Island and let Wodek and Carmenla use them to death, but he didn't expect that they couldn't bear it so soon.

"Who knows whether what they say is true or not? I don't know anyway. Let Wodek continue to use him to death. Don't cut off the work that needs to be done."

Xia Lan wrote a reply letter and will send it to Zhou Yu tomorrow after he has had a good rest.

If you dare to play Infernal Affairs in front of me, I will have some fun with you.

Silver Island beach.

Two skinny wizards, who looked like they had been sucked by a succubus, waved their staffs tiredly. Fire elements surged, and the crystals burned in the sea were stripped of harmful substances by magic, turning into refined salt and flying into the prepared wooden barrels.

"Sven, I feel like I'm dying. I seem to have seen the Lord of the Dawn."

The tall wizard's hand holding the staff was a little shaky, and his eyelids kept drooping unconsciously.

"Hold on, Mad, we're almost done with today's workload."

Feeling the magic power begin to destabilize, Sven spoke loudly, trying to get his companion to focus.

"The Lord of Dawn will not let these damn pagans go."

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