Forty years ago, there was a legendary wizard who spent his whole life in misery and humiliation. His witchcraft was to make food rot at an alarming rate. People called him the rottener because of his witchcraft.
His skills are so superb that some people call him the God of Decay.
All wizards are hated by others, but the God of Rot is even hated and hostile by other wizards. In an era when food is so scarce, a wizard who focuses on rot has almost become the public enemy of all mankind.
He loved witchcraft, but his witchcraft was completely useless. At the age of fifty, the impoverished Rotten God found a lord and expressed his willingness to use his life to prove his worth.
The lord gave him a chance, and this was the only highlight moment in his life. He sneaked into the enemy's granary and turned all the enemy's food into mud in the shortest possible time.
In the end, the enemy who lost food was defeated by the lord. Unfortunately, the wizard did not taste the joy of victory. He was chopped into pulp by the angry enemy.
Once a wizard dies, a wizard with the same talent as him will usually appear thirty years later and become his successor.
Obviously, this unfortunate child is the successor of the Rotting Wizard. When he discovered this child's unique talent, Sandre instantly collapsed, but he believed that Reggie was not a worldly person, and he should give this child
The child's chance of survival.
"Sir," Sandre pleaded, "no matter how bad his witchcraft is, he is just a child. Please give him a chance to spend his life peacefully in your territory."
"It's impossible to be calm," Reggie shook his head and smiled, "Believe me, this child's life will be very exciting."
Sandre bit his lip. He knew that Reggie liked to joke, but this kind of irony was too vicious.
But Reggie was not joking. He knew the value of this child. If he could live in modern society, he would become a perfect garbage decomposer. Even in this era, he could create achievements that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"I have an important task to give you now," Reggie took out a piece of parchment, wrote down his order, and stamped it with the lord's seal, "I want you to search for 100,000 people within ten days.
pound of excrement, and then pile it up in a designated location at the foot of the mountain."
"Excretion, excrement refers to..."
Reggie frowned and said, "Is there any other meaning? It's just excrement! There must be 100,000 pounds of any kind of excrement from humans and animals."
"You, you punished us like this..." Sandre's lips were trembling violently, and poor Gelka had already shed tears.
"I'm not punishing you. These things are of great significance. After the work is completed, I will give you generous rewards..."
Before Reggie could finish speaking, an angry Sandre rushed towards Doranor and shouted: "Shameless old guy, you have long seen this boy's talent. You intend to leave him to me, just to let him go."
He humiliated me, right!"
Doranor kicked Sandre away and said angrily: "You chose this child yourself, and you dare to act wild in front of the lord. Get out of here and take your students to pick up dung!"
Sandre held back his tears and left with Gelka. Doranor whispered: "Master, maybe I shouldn't talk too much. Sandre really deserves it, but it's really a bit embarrassing to let him do such a thing.
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"Why did you misunderstand what I meant?" Reggie frowned, "I didn't punish them, I was them in exchange for food for Broken Snow City."
"Exchange excrement for food?" Dolanor's face became even paler.
"It's still hard to explain this clearly. By the way, a guard just said that someone seemed to have come to see me?"
Dolanor scratched his hair, patted his forehead and said, "It's Swindell. He came to see you, but you were at the dock at the time. He said that his little tree had grown up."
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Swindell is taking care of his small tree at home. He calls it a small tree, but in fact, the tree is as thick as his arm. Ever since he used the witch medicine of Prey the Ripener, from tree seeds to saplings, this Loki
Trees have been growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Swindell carefully cut some branches from the tree and ground them into powder. He recorded the characteristics of the powder, including weight, color and degree of fineness, in order to maximize the effectiveness of these wood chips.
The daughter standing aside looked at her father's notes and said softly: "You spelled two words wrong. If the teacher sees it, he will hit your palm with a ruler."
This sentence made Swindell a little nervous. He loved his daughter too much.
"Tell me, my dear, has your teacher ever hit you?"
"No," the daughter shook her head and said, "I am her best student. I have never been beaten. Unfortunately, I can no longer follow her in class. I have passed the elementary examination and will receive secondary education next month.
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Swindell was stunned, pinched his daughter's little face, and asked: "When did you pass the exam? Isn't the exam the day after tomorrow?"
The daughter smiled and said: "The exam was yesterday, and you promised to take me to the exam room in person, but you stayed with this tree all day."
Swindell hit his forehead in great annoyance. He had indeed forgotten the most important thing.
It's all the fault of this tree. Swindell really wants to kick it hard, but he can't bear it. This tree is related to the fate of father and daughter. If he wants to prove his worth, he must create smoking acid for the lord.
, this tree is Swindell's only chance to prove himself.
"Daddy will buy you a roast chicken and your favorite skirt," Swindell said, lifting his daughter as high as he could. "Daddy will send you to school every day. Aren't you happy, my baby?"
"What's so exciting?" The daughter looked at Swindell with disdain, "You were going to go to school with me because we chose the same teacher, and we will be classmates from now on."
What an embarrassment, Swindell has not passed secondary education.
In fact, if it weren't for Calaf's help, he wouldn't even be able to pass the elementary exams.
Although he doesn't mind studying with children, it would still be a bit awkward for adults if they were actually in the same class.
"No matter what, you are my pride!" Swindell lifted his daughter higher, not wanting Reggie to suddenly appear in front of him, and he was so frightened that he almost dropped his baby girl to the ground.
"Sir, sir, you are here."
"Yes, I'm here!" Reggie grabbed Swindell with excitement and said, "It has been successful, right? It has become a small tree, right?"
"Yes, yes, sir, this is it."
"Is this tree? Is it really... this tree?" From surprise to doubt, from doubt to incomprehension, the smile on Reggie's face gradually faded.
He has seen a lot of magic in this world, and is no longer surprised by things that go against common sense.
But this tree aroused his strong desire to explore.
What was just a seed a month ago turned into a tree a month later, just because the wizard's medicine was added to it.
This is not like Doranor's path-opening spell, nor Natalie's wind-controlling spell. Such spells are not so far-fetched. It seems that there are some factors closer to science that accelerate the growth of plants.
If the ingredients of witch medicine can be understood, mass production may be possible.
With this magical drug, an agricultural revolution can be brought about!