Lordaeron has a typical northern climate, with four distinct seasons of the year, which allows the wheat to be harvested later than in other regions, and the people here are not busy until the undead wage war again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The war with the Scourge of the Dead had no effect on Lordaeron, except for the families of the army, everyone else was still living peacefully, which was the happiest thing for the people who had experienced so much suffering----- it would be better if the dwarf harvesters could help them harvest the wheat.

"Sign your name, the size of the farmland address, if you can't write, I can fill it out for you, you just need to press your fingerprint." Harvester rental administrator is an emerging profession, many people break their heads to fight for this job, you just need to be literate, you can be able to do without wind and sun, you will have a small room, what you have to do, is to rent out the harvester, make sure that it is repossessed in good condition.

It's not difficult, each harvester is driven by engineering students from the research department, and most of the silver coins rented out are also their wages. Twenty copper coins per acre of land, each harvester can harvest at least thirty acres of land every day, and six silver coins is already a considerable wealth for an apprentice.

"You don't feel the atmosphere of war here." Sylvanas wore the enchanted necklace that changed her appearance and shape, but she still covered herself in a cloak. Beauty can always cause some 'trouble', and this is Tirisfa, a place that has just resumed human rule, where you need to be more cautious, and Sylvanas doesn't like to be stared at all the time.

"It's a sign that we're getting stronger." Benny smiled. "I hope that every war will not affect their lives, even though it seems that it is only a luxury now----- the impact of this war is invisible. Our revenues would be halved than expected, and that money would be spent on war, which would slow down our development and cause a chain reaction -----that would be far greater than what we saw. "This is not a normal war, this is a war for the right to live, this war has no booty, no land, and no prisoners----- for their side. And the undead, they are strengthening themselves through war.

"But ----- don't seem to have any corruption or anything like that." Benny was somewhat disappointed, this was his first 'private visit', along the way, he did not meet a single official, but saw a harmonious scene, the people and the rulers are working hard for a better life.

"Master, can it be cheaper?" A farmer stood at the harvester manager's table rubbing his hands together, his face full of embarrassment. "My wheat is fully ripe, but I don't have that much money to hire a harvester." In fact, he didn't even have the money to hire manpower to help him harvest, and he was left with him and a child who was not yet six years old.

"How many acres?" The expression of the reaper keeper was not at all amiable, and if anyone asked him to do that, he would surely overturn the table in front of him----- who knows how many such peasants he would receive in a day?

"Eight acres." The farmer felt hope, and his eyes lit up.

"I suggest you rent the farmland to the big local businessmen and sit at home to collect the rent?" The harvester keeper came from a very small aristocratic family----- he was the only one, he couldn't understand the idea of these farmers, the rent of eight acres of land was enough to fill the stomach of a family of three, and they could go to the factories under construction to earn extra money and make their lives better.

"But sir------ I'm just a farmer." Isn't that what only aristocratic lords can do?

"Go to the back, go to the fourth room on the left, you can hire a harvester first, and then pay the rent with the equivalent amount of wheat." The Reaper Administrator shook his head, he really didn't have the energy to explain so much.

"You must be a ----- benevolent noble lord." The farmer wanted to kneel, but the harvester keeper quickly stepped aside.

"You'd better hurry up and go through the formalities, there are still people waiting behind!" God knows how many people will kneel to him in a day, and he will not dare to accept it. "And, if you want to be thankful, thank you to the Great Lord."

"Yes, yes." The farmer bowed and saluted, and then hurried to the back.

"Another official who needs to be rewarded?" Sylvanas curled the corners of her mouth and looked at Benny.

"He's very patient and good at paperwork." Benny smiled. "Maybe you can help me remember his name, I don't have a good memory."

Sylvanas abruptly walked towards the Reaper Keeper.

"What's your name?"

"If you want to rent a harvester, you need to go to the ---- queue." The harvester keeper raised his head and was stunned for a moment, he had never seen such a beautiful face in his life. "Moore, ma'am, Moore Linston."

Sylvanas nodded and walked over to Benny, the reaper keeper staring at the figure in dismay.

"Maybe I should consider banishing him to Northrend." Benny frowned and touched his chin. "That kid's eyes are going to fall out."

"Poof~" Sylvanas couldn't help but shake her head and laugh.

"I don't think it's funny." Benny's brow furrowed even deeper. "I'm very-very-very serious right now!"

"Giggle~~" Sylvanas' laughter grew louder.

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"Guess what Benny is doing now?" Gavin Rad had been sitting in his tent for more than three hours----- he hadn't said a word since Tirio had set off with his troops.

The new lieutenant didn't know how to answer, did he say----- our high lord is in love? At a time like this?

"Benny has lost his sense of light." Gavinrad knew what his lieutenant was thinking. "He unleashed a spell with severe sequelae during the Battle of Quicksand, and after releasing that spell, his spirit will be extremely weak, and he needs to close himself off from the Holy Light to make sure that nothing goes wrong in the spirit world, so even if he participates in this battle, he can only sit here like me."

"What we need, the Great Lord is sitting here, Your Excellency!" Benny has become a spiritual symbol in the 'Morning Light', and he needs to sit there to give him endless courage.

"Have you thought about it? If----- I mean if, all of a sudden, we're in a big war, and Benny can't lead us, what are we going to do? Gavinrad asked.

"I've never thought about it ----, Your Excellency." Benedict Smith, whose name is the gift of the Light to Lordaeron, who led Lordaeron out of the most unimaginable predicaments, everyone believed that Benedict Smith would lead them to the brightest path, and they never thought of losing him ----- such a terrible thing.

"I'm not saying we're going to lose him." Gavinrad smiled. "I'm just giving an example, if he's caught up in something else and can't get away, we can't rule it out, right?"

The adjutant was silent, not knowing how to answer.

"That's why he's not here right now." Gavinrad slowly stood up. "If you get it, go to those idiots in the Propaganda Department, and if I hear any more bad rumors about this----- they can go to Northrend and live with the undead!"

"Yes! Commander! Gavinrad's voice was unprecedentedly stern, and the adjutant subconsciously stepped forward.

"And!" Gavinrad called out to the adjutant who had turned. "What I just said can be discussed by officers above the rank of lieutenant, Benny is our leader, but he's not a nanny, understand?"

"Understood!"

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"Is it that funny?" Benny looked at Sylvanas and patted his forehead helplessly. "I bet you've never laughed as much in your life as you do today."

"Aren't you worried about what those soldiers think?" The corners of Sylvanas' mouth were still slightly hooked. "I mean----- you 'disappeared' while we were at war with the Scourge."

"Of course I'm worried." Benny's sighed. "But I don't have that much time for a better way, I need to make sure that this organization is functioning properly after leaving anybody, and I can't just sit there all the time."

"I hope they can understand you." Sylvanas has known for a long time ----that human hearts are fickle, and humans can bow down to you one second and see you as a demon the next.

"You just have to understand." Benny smiled and put the question behind him.

"Benny." Sylvanas pursed her lips suddenly.

"What?" Benny pulled the rope of the carriage to make sure the two horses wouldn't send them into the woods by the roadside, the skill of driving the carriage had been learned in Lordaeron.

"I seem to have lost touch with you------ I mean------"

"I know." Benny took Sylvanas' hand. "You mean those soul connections, right?"

Sylvanas nodded, a hint of concern.

Soon after the Battle of Quicksand, Sylvanas lost this connection, and although she could still summon the longbow, she couldn't make any contact with Benny's spirit, she didn't even feel the presence of Benny's soul, she was worried, but Benny stood in front of her unharmed, she was worried that something was wrong with her.

"Don't worry, that's because I closed my soul so that ----- not be completely assimilated by the Light." Benny shook Sylvanas' hand. "I don't want me to become a Heroic Spirit."

The assimilation of the Holy Light is actually the Holy Light of the soul, which is difficult to explain, but Benny knows very well what will happen after being assimilated by the Holy Light, his soul will be separated from the body and transformed into the purest Heroic Spirit, so Kai'Sa helped him close his soul and temporarily cut off all contact between the soul and the outside world, in layman's terms----- he is now an ordinary person, and this period will last at least more than two weeks before it ends. (To be continued.) )