Chris poured the medicine into the fresh grass and stirred it twice to make it even.
Although Lagen was a little dazed, he knew that his master would not harm him for no reason, so he started eating without any worries.
Chris watched with a smile as he finished the grass in front of him.
After a while, the tug root reacted, his eyes were blazing, and his skin and scales became even redder.
Its eyes looked at the group of young mares in the distance and ran straight towards them.
At first, the mares were frightened and fled, but it didn't take long before they began to cooperate.
In one morning, Lagen successfully bred three young mares, and then collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.
Chris was very satisfied with this and ordered his servants to take out the three horses and take good care of them.
As for pulling the roots, let them rest for now. That’s it for today. After all, the water needs to flow slowly.
Chris somewhat admired Manda's Qinglin horse, which bred hundreds of young mares in one month. What a powerful kidney it must be.
At noon, after Chris finished eating in the restaurant, he returned to his room for a lunch break.
Last night, he had been struggling for most of the night because of the loss of the tauren clan leader, and he hadn't had a good rest until now.
That guy Lauder should really thank himself. In the future, he can be very proud to say to future generations: "Grandpa, I was very brave and successfully escaped from death at the hands of a sixth-level black magician."
Instead of lighting a cigarette, looking melancholy, and saying with trembling hands: "That year, I got lost."
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After sleeping until about four o'clock in the afternoon, Chris stretched out and felt indescribably comfortable.
He walked out of the room and went downstairs, where he found little Linda still soaking in the water tank.
Chris asked: "How are you feeling now?"
"Much better, I don't have any more thoughts in that regard."
"Then come out."
"Wow!" Linda stood up directly, her clothes clinging to her body, highlighting her petite body curves.
The sixteen-year-old girl has just begun to grow, and her whole body is filled with the breath of youth.
Chris just glanced at it briefly, turned away and said: "Go and change clothes first, and then help me plant saffron when you come back."
Linda's eyes were teasing: "How many of those magic potions do you want to make?"
Chris immediately retorted: "I don't just want saffron to make potions, it's needed by a strong tauren tribe in the territory. I want to do more and hire them to help me do the work. The little girl is pretending in her mind every day.
What are they?"
"If you and Tina hadn't been researching that astringent potion, do you think I would have had random thoughts?" Linda curled her lips.
"No, Seuse." Chris held her head down and dragged her toward the castle, "Hurry up and change clothes for me!"
Linda went back to the room, and after a long time of ink-writing, she changed into an elegant light green dress, which looked like a quiet mint. Coupled with her plant magician's temperament, she felt like a forest fairy.
"Do I look good?" Linda held up the hem of her skirt and spun it around in a circle.
"It looks good, it looks good, go and plant flowers for me." Chris pulled her towards the yard.
If Linda were more mature, maybe she would really be fascinated by her.
But now, Chris is not interested in this kind of unopened little lolita.
"Humph, you are so perfunctory when you ask me to work, why can't you give me a few compliments?" Linda reluctantly began to sow seeds.
Chris made an exaggerated expression: "Wow, my beautiful Linda, the dress you are wearing today is so charming, like a fairy daughter from the sky..."
Chris recalled the Internet vocabulary from his previous life, and talked about it for a long time, making Linda giggle, and his efficiency improved a lot.
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The yard is full of pink crocuses, which need to be seeded.
Chris released a small wind magic, causing the pollen to fly until a small bag grew on the top.
Then, he picked all the flowers, and Linda continued to use magic to induce birth. The small bag grew into a bulge as big as a fist, with a grayish-yellow surface, and some cracked open to reveal the seeds inside.
Chris picked off a bag, tore open the outer skin, poured out the seeds and counted them, there were twenty-two.
With a 100% survival rate, if tauren like Lauder and others knew about it, they would be absolutely shocked.
After collecting all the bulges, the number of seeds has now increased more than twenty times.
"Keep planting." Chris took off his unbreakable glazed armor and put it on Linda to restore her magic power.
With the recovery effect of Glazed Armor, Linda doesn't have to worry about running out of magic power and can work without stopping.
In the evening, they planted four crops in total and obtained 20,000 saffron flowers and countless seeds.
Sometimes the manpower is exhausted, and this is the limit of what Linda can do. She is so tired that she sits on the ground and keeps rubbing her sore hands.
"I'm telling you Chris, if you don't prepare eight dishes and two soups for me tonight, it won't be over."
Chris said with a smile on his face: "Easy to say, I'll let Mrs. Ellen do it. What dish do you want to eat?"
Linda shook her little head and lowered her head to think: "I want to eat sweet and sour pork, Sixi meatballs, spring rolls..."
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Motte City, a certain noble mansion.
Two middle-aged men sat opposite each other, one of whom was Mason who escaped from Chris.
Masonte clenched his fists, banged the table hard, and said angrily: "There is such a powerful person in the northwest region, why didn't you report it?"
The man opposite said very aggrievedly: "I reported it to you, that dragon-blooded boy three months ago. I also asked you to allocate funds to get rid of him, but unfortunately it failed."
"That's...that's him?" Messett was so surprised that he stuttered a bit. "Wasn't he only the second level at that time?"
"Yes, in just three months, the combat effectiveness has reached the sixth level. If we don't find a way to contain it, I'm afraid it will be completely out of our control."
Masonte frowned: "What is his origin?"
"He is the viscount's second son. Before April, he was still a loser who had not awakened his fighting spirit."
"And then it grew into what it is now?" Messett felt his scalp numb. If this trend continues, as long as he is given a certain amount of time, there is no telling what trouble will happen.
The nobleman opposite had a dry mouth. Compared with that boy, he had really been trained like a dog all his life.
"Oh, please inform us and advance your plans!" Messett sighed, "Although this will bring us a lot of losses, there is nothing we can do about it."