"Fili, will you fly?" Rafa looked sideways at Felihill, who was tinkering with the workbench.

"No, it won't. Felihill didn't look up, and continued to tune up her new thing based on Rafa's drawings.

"And will you breathe fire?"

"I'm not a wyvern, how can I breathe fire?"

"And do you know how to manipulate the sand?"

"No, it won't. ”

"Can you spray water, then?"

“...... I said I wouldn't admit I'm a witch unless you see me," Philicille pulled out a sharp knife, "so don't ask such pointless questions." ”

"Shall I come over at night and peek?" asked Rafa again.

"You can try," Felihill turned to look at him, "take it." ”

"Oh. ”

Rafa obediently reached over his palm, and Felihill stabbed the tip of his index finger with a sharp knife, picking at a drop of crimson blood at the tip of the knife.

Dropping blood onto a thin, transparent piece of glass, Felihill began to tinker with what Rafa called a "microscope."

Since the last time Rafa mentioned the word "microcosm", her curiosity was aroused, and she asked Rafa for drawings of instruments that could see the microcosm, and made a complete set of microscopes overnight, looking at the fineness of this equipment, she was afraid that she had not slept all night.

No, just after breakfast, she had brought Rafa over as a test subject for her first exploration of the microcosm.

Felihill had a vague idea of science, so she didn't understand how amazing it was that magic and science could be intertwined.

Turning the precise quasifocal spiral, the blurred image in the eyepiece began to outline, and after a while of adjustment, the field of view became completely clear.

Her eyes widened at the sight of those strange and tiny blood reds, she couldn't believe that the human blood flowed like water, and the truth was actually a bunch of sticky pies.

Rafa lay on the table and looked intently at Felicille, who was serious about his work, and he felt that all witches were masterpieces of the heavens, and Feliciel was the best of the best.

"It's not easy to observe if you don't dilute it. Watching Felicille pull out a tiny needle and stir it on the slide, he knew what she was thinking.

"What to do?" asked Felihill looking up.

"Dilute it with salt water. ”

Rafa shrugged, took out a glass bottle of almost 100 milliliters from the shelf and filled it with water, and began to rummage through the various bottles and jars, but after searching for a while, he could not find salt.

"Why can't you just use water?" said Felihill, handing the cup of salt from the middle of the tea-making utensils.

"Because direct water will make the cells swell and burst," he said, taking the salt cup, picking up the small spoon inside, and spreading the front half of the spoon flat with salt, which is about a gram less salt, "and the osmotic pressure of normal saline is comparable to the body's tissue fluid, which can keep the cells in a normal state." ”

Felihill still didn't understand, and watched with a bit of a blank look as Rafa dripped the mixed saline onto the slide.

She looked into the eyepiece, and the red blood cells that had piled up were indeed much more dispersed and more structured.

Sitting next to Filihill, leaning against the table, Rafa had an inexplicable warm feeling, "Fili, when your future book is finished, people will definitely regard you as a great enlightener when they see these novel discoveries." ”

"You told me all this, if I were an Initiator, what would you be called?" Philicille kept staring at the eyepiece without looking up.

"Hehe, I'm the husband of the Enlightened, that's the husband of the Enlightened. ”

In the face of Rafa's teasing, Feliciel didn't say a word, and the atmosphere immediately became a little awkward.

Felihill was so fond of it that she found many strange things to observe, and even asked Rafa to go to the river to find some water and observe the tiny creatures inside.

She was very excited to observe the essence of things, and while observing, she dipped her quill pen in ink and recorded what she saw and heard, as if a little slower, this amazing, exquisite, wonderful microcosm would escape.

"Fili, I have an idea...... Rafa seems to feel her passion for the "truth" of things.

Say. ”

"Well, I wonder if you can make a few more sets of utensils and distribute them to the school, and let those children help you record them, so that on the one hand, it also cultivates their curiosity, and on the other hand, it also saves you a lot of trouble. ”

"Good. ”

Felihill agreed very happily, but her hands still did not stop.

Shaking his head with a smile, he watched her work for a while, and finally helped her make her a cup of hot tea, and Rafa left the lab.

I took a deep breath of fresh air, the air smelled faintly of earth and grass, the snow was gone, and spring really came.

However, for the City Lord's Mansion, spring has always been there, and Cole used magic to plant the entire City Lord's Mansion with small trees and flowers, all kinds of brittle and tender plants everywhere, if it weren't for the fact that the temperature was still a little cold, at a glance I thought it was a garden in the middle of summer.

"Cole, have you cultivated the wheat seeds to be sown in the spring? Hearing the silver bell-like chuckle on the second floor, Rafa knew it was Cole and Sydney laughing.

Cole stuck his head out from the fence on the second floor, "It's been ready for a long time, and if you don't spread it, it's going to get moldy." ”

"Okay!"

As soon as he heard that it was about to become moldy, he hurried to his office, found Sieverus, and began to discuss the matter of land reclamation.

This winter, many small towns not too far from Icefield City were attacked by evil beasts, and many people fled to larger cities, wanting to wait for the beginning of spring to come back, but they didn't expect that as soon as the evil beast tide passed, they were immediately driven out by the city lords of big cities.

After returning to the original place, most of the people found that their home was in ruins, and there was no home to return to, but fortunately, Icefield City was short of people, and the appearance of this group of outcasts immediately replenished the overstretched manpower of Icefield City, Rafa ordered the Knights to go out to recruit people along the way, and by the way, let the merchants who came and go to help pull people.

For a while, Icefield City seemed to have regained its prosperity when it was first built.

And many of these people are farmers who are farming and hunting, and it is only fitting that they should be allowed to farm at the beginning of spring.

There were workers and peasants, and a plan for the parallel of industry and agriculture was slowly taking shape in his mind.

"What? There aren't enough canteens and dormitories?" Hearing Sievers' report, Rafa was also a little worried.

"That's right, there are far more homeless homeless people than we thought, and the homeless people who have entered the city today live in the tents of the knights' march, and the canteen is also stuffed, and they can only eat some of the ...... you told the chef to make."

"Steamed buns. Rafa reminded.

"Oh, yes, yes, it's steamed buns and steamed buns. Sieverus thought that the name chosen by His Highness Rafa was too strange, and it was a little difficult to pronounce it.

"Let the ironsmith workshop stop what it is doing, immediately make a batch of thin steel plates, build a canteen and some simple board houses, and strive to build it within three days. ”

"Your Highness, all the vacant land in the city has been almost planned, and the glass factory and the new greenhouse area have occupied the last vacant land. Sievers said cautiously.

"Then build it outside the west wall, but don't go too far, just in the area between the mine and the railroad to the west wall. ”

"Yes. ”

"Before the prefabricated houses are built, you can take those farmers to see the open space by Lake Shinai outside the city, and if it is suitable, you can sign a contract with them directly, and then give them the tools to start reclaiming the wasteland, and I have prepared the seeds. Rafa called the lake, which was almost full, Lake Shinai, because it was made by Shinai.

"Uh... Your Highness, I have already read the deed you wrote, and it is written ...... Not only is the farmer paid a monthly salary, but the farmer can dispose of half of the crops on the land he takes care of, and after five years of continuous planting, the land belongs to the farmer himself...... This ...... "Sieverus really can't understand such a behavior that harms his own interests, and I'm afraid that he can't find such a foolish clause in the entire Eastern Continent."

In addition to force majeure and vandalism, if the farmer himself does not produce the required minimum crops, he will be punished and the promised land ownership will be extended. ”

"Your Highness, that's not what I meant...... I mean...... Half of the crops produced are left to the farmers themselves...... That's exactly what it is...... It's a loss-making deal. When Sieverus first saw this contract, he thought he was dazzled, how could His Highness Rafa do something that harmed his interests, and then wiped his eyes, and looked at it again, it was indeed written in half.

"Siphus, Audrey," Rafa stood up, glancing at Syphus, then at Audrey behind her, "I have a question for you. ”

"Speak, please. It was rare to hear Rafa ask her opinion as a bystander, and Audrey was a little flattered.

"What do you think is the reason why there have been repeated riots in the Aura Empire since ancient times, and why they have been repeatedly banned?" Rafa asked with a smile.

"Uh......" Although Seapheus was born as a housekeeper and was shrewd and capable, he still lacked objective opinions on such a macro issue, but he was very smart and knew that he would definitely make a mistake when he opened his mouth, so he simply stopped talking.

"Could it be... Is it related to the land?" young Audrey's mind was clearly brighter than Siphus's.

"Yes," said Rafa, picking up the first draft of the contract from the table, "riots are often the most likely to occur after great disasters, because the great nobles and landlords can buy the land of the homeless at a very low price at this time of year, and make these people real outcasts. ”

He turned to look at Audrey again, "You said that after these homeless people have used up their money, they have no land, what can they do if they don't rebel?"

"I see......" At this point, Seapheus finally understood why the outcasts were called outcasts.

"So if we want to develop steadily and avoid riots, why not give up a little profit? And only if the cake we promise is big enough, there will be more people attached to us, and then we will have more help to expand outward. ”

"The subordinate understood. Seapheus bowed slightly, sighing that he only had to silently follow orders and do things, and let His Highness do these things by himself.

Audele's eyes were also flashing when she looked at Rafa, who would have thought that the figure in her fantasy would coincide with Rafa in reality?