Reggie stared at the worm on the wheat ear for a long time. The worm was dark brown in color, not small in size, less than an inch long, and about the thickness of a pencil.
As a moth, in public, it is its proper professional ethics to remain motionless and pretend to be dead, but this guy has been gnawing on wheat grains in a very high-profile manner, completely unaware of Reggie and Nipoli's
exist.
Reggie poked it with a quill, and the insect twisted around and continued to eat the wheat grains.
Reggie felt that this guy was too arrogant, so he gently poked the insect in the stomach with his finger. Unexpectedly, the insect suddenly turned around and bit Reggie's finger.
"My lord, you must not touch it," cried Nipoli. "This insect is very irritable, and its bite is very painful."
"You came to harm me on purpose!" Reggie yelled, pinching his fingers, "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
It took a lot of trouble for the two of them to get the bug off Reggie's finger. The severe pain even made Reggie think about cutting off his finger.
There is no doubt that this bug is poisonous, and the pain comes from the venom. Before Reggie fainted from the pain, Camilla finally arrived. She spent a lot of effort to expel the venom because she could not distinguish the venom.
Source of venom.
"What kind of bug is this? I have seen countless poisonous things, but I have never seen a guy like this," Camilla said helplessly, "I can only drive its venom to the Borderlands, where there is a
The poor man will suffer for you."
Reggie couldn't give any reasonable explanation for Camilla's witchcraft. She can expel toxins from the human body and return the toxins to where they belong. When the source of the toxins cannot be determined, the expulsion ritual will become
It's very complicated. She needs to expel the poison to the Borderlands and let the people in the Borderlands bear the pain.
Carmilla couldn't tell where the Borderlands was. As for why the people there had to accept such punishment, Carmilla's explanation was that it was their fate.
Reggie had no time to explore Camilla's witchcraft now. He was more worried about this hateful insect. In just half a day, it had already eaten up an entire ear of wheat.
Wheat in the south matures two months earlier than in the north. The White Tower Country is located at the southernmost tip of the continent. Its unique geographical advantage allows it to produce more grain than all other countries combined. But according to Nipoli, this damn thing
Insects have destroyed nearly one-third of the wheat fields in the White Tower Kingdom.
"What kind of bug is this?"
"No one knows its name, at least in the White Tower Country, no one has seen this bug," Nipoli said, "I have asked the agricultural officer to check it. We purchased a large amount of wheat from the White Tower Country.
We also purchased a large amount of seeds, and I am really worried that there are such pests in our granaries and wheat fields.”
"Call the agricultural officer to come see me immediately!"
The agricultural officer rushed over quickly. He knew what Reggie was looking for, and he even brought old Yaman with him.
"Lord!" the agricultural officer said, "Old Yaman has seen this kind of insect before. This kind of insect has already appeared in our wheat fields."
"Oh my God!" Nipoli exclaimed, "Are there insects in the granary too?"
"Don't worry about the granary, my lord," Old Yaman said, "This kind of bug is called Yasha. They only eat immature wheat seedlings and wheat grains. They will not eat mature wheat, let alone flour."
Reggie asked in surprise: "Why is this kind of bug called Yasha?"
Old Yaman said: "Because their teeth are as sharp as sand. Not only can they chew wheat, but their bites are also very painful."
"Is the sand very sharp? The sharp thing should be a knife."
"Sir, wet sand is sometimes sharper than a knife."
"This is a fallacy..."
"Don't have this meaningless argument, okay?" Nipoli was almost scared out of his mind, "Old sir, you must know how to deal with this kind of bug, right?"
Old Yaman nodded and said: "The way to deal with it is very simple. Let the farmer find two pieces of the thickest fur and wrap them on his hands, then go to the field, find these damn bugs and crush them to death!"
Reggie was stunned and said: "You mean...catch it with your hands?"
Old Yaman shrugged and said: "These bugs are poisonous and birds dare not eat them. There is no other way but to catch them with hands."
Nipoli said: "Then what are you waiting for? Call all the farmers and workers and go catch bugs together!"
In this era, it is not unusual to catch pests with your hands. The agricultural officer and old Yaman were about to leave, but Reggie stopped him: "Where have you seen such insects?"
Old Yaman said: "Deep in the jungle of the country of Dill, some nobles opened up farmland there. In a few years, this kind of insect suddenly appeared in the farmland, and the harvest of the gentlemen was reduced by more than half."
"Besides Dier Country, have you seen it anywhere else?"
Old Yaman shook his head and said: "I have been sold to many countries, but I have only seen Yasha in Dier country."
The agricultural officer took everyone to catch insects. Reggie moved his fingers that were still sore and fell into deep thought.
"I admire your wisdom very much," Nipoli sighed. "You have long expected that there will be an insect plague, so you have been asking me to buy food desperately."
"I don't have such means," Reggie flicked his wrist. The lingering pain was still unbearable. "Call Swindell. I have important things to discuss with him."
…
In a dilapidated private house outside Yongye City, two young girls were imprisoned. Their hands and feet were tied with iron chains, and they looked at the young man opposite with fearful expressions.
"Don't be afraid, it's actually not that painful," the young man said with a smile. "You won't even feel the pain. Everything will be over. You must really want to know where you will go when everything is over. I can promise you
, you will go to another world, which will definitely not be worse than the current world."
The young man licked his teeth, walked to a girl, gently stroked her cheek, and said softly: "Stop crying, look at how distressed you look."
The girl begged with tears in her eyes: "Master, please let me go, my mother is still waiting for me to come home."
"Forget your mother. She brought you to this world to suffer. Think about it, what else has she given you? She has given you nothing!"
"Master, I beg..." Before he could finish his words, the young man bit the girl's neck and sucked her blood while she screamed.
The young man wiped his mouth and smiled at the other girl: "This is a bit unfair to you, but this girl is a bit strong and her blood is a bit too much. I can't eat it anymore, so you have to wait until dusk."
The girl was so frightened that she lost consciousness. The young man moved his neck and left the dilapidated farmhouse.
"My king, are you satisfied?" A waiter walked up to the young man.
"Not bad," the young man nodded, "They are all clean girls. At least I can see Gwen's sincerity."
The waiter said: "I don't know whether I should tell you something, your subordinate..."
"I know they are a little uneasy because they think I am dead," the young man said with a smile. "The Snow Tribe in the north, the Fire Tribe in the south, and the Sand Tribe in the west are all ready to make a move."
"Do you need to give them a warning?"
"No need," the young man sneered, "They will pay the price for their stupidity, and more importantly, they will help me weaken the enemy's power. Not only will I not stop them, I will also call the original tribe to help.
"
"Are you talking about the descendants of our ancestors?" the waiter said in surprise, "but they don't have the strength to fight."
"That's because you don't understand the meaning of fighting!" The young man looked at the waiter with disdain, "They are the most powerful warriors. They can eat up the enemy's food. Even if the enemy is aware of their existence, there is nothing they can do about them.
, because they have unimaginable numbers, humans who have lost food will kill each other, and even half of the enemies will die from famine and war."
"When that time comes, this continent will belong to you, my king." The waiter smiled flatteringly.
"Not just this continent!" The young man licked his lips and said, "The whole world will belong to me!"