The Wizard Tower seems to be in the astral realm, but the world is completely isolated from the astral realm, except for energy, even the space is not connected.

Dumping garbage directly from the Wizard's Tower to the Astral Plane is much less difficult than returning to the Overworld in decades, but it's as much as Arthur opening hundreds of portals.

In the current context of energy conservation, everyone is responsible, Arthur is of course able to save money, not to mention opening the passage indiscriminately, and even other floors are rarely visited.

After all, Arthur's body is still a 'mortal body', don't look at the wizard tower has been abandoned for so many years, there are more dangerous places, if you really don't open a protection, charge some energy to go in and restart, just rely on yourself to wander around, it is estimated that it will be time to say bye-bye in a few days!

"Are you going to study necromancy? They are also one of the inheritances of negative energy, from the temptation of hell, and these bones are also infected with some energy from wizards, which may help solve your problems. Davus was very calm when he saw the goblin carrying the bones into the portal.

also analyzed it very reasonably, and Arthur felt blushing when he heard it, he was just throwing garbage, how could it be related to research.

The great professor sees everything as science, and the great poet sees everything as poetry, Arthur? He sees that everything is crops, and if he grinds the bone rack into powder, he can probably add some trace elements to the ground.

In fact, he didn't do anything, Arthur still clapped his hands, and the commander Little Greenskin returned to the room with a sigh after moving the bone rack.

"I seem to have forgotten something...... Forget it, go to bed first, zzzzzz! ”

As soon as he lay down, he snored, and the night was so wonderful that he didn't have time to think about it, so he fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Arthur had long forgotten some important things, what to do, as if nothing had happened, and a heavy rain in the second half of the night washed away the traces of the battle, and even Serena, who came to Arthur the next day to spread the grapevine, did not find anything unusual.

"I'm so slow to run away today, I don't have much energy...... Well, in addition to this sentence, the little greenskins still did their day's work honestly, so that Arthur's field continued to be weed-free.

The weeds in the land are like goblins in the mountains, which will grow after a wave, and even Arthur, an 'earthling' who has seen the harm of pesticide residues, can't help but look for herbicides, a good solution that can be solved at one time.

Relying on the divine power of the sacrifice is actually not very useful, at most the crops and weeds grow together, it seems like a bumper harvest, but in fact, the fertility of the soil is quickly consumed, if you don't fallow or continue to perform magic in the second year, it is basically a lose-lose situation.

So when the little greenskin rental business showed its effect at the Peter Ryder house, the homesteaders who were on the sidelines were more willing to talk to Arthur while he pushed a cart to harvest the sweet potatoes.

"How is Peterryade's field doing?" And Arthur was asked the most about this sentence, obviously the change has been imperceptibly, even the aqueduct that no one cared about before, some people care about the effect.

Peter Ryder's land is not small, three times larger than the area Arthur cultivates himself, and if it is not running at full capacity, it will have to raise at least a dozen goblins to take care of it.

Of course, it is still a little different from Arthur's family, and these low-IQ monsters of slimes cannot be used, after all, Arthur is not idle enough to take these slimes to recognize the Tao in a strange land, until he has the leisure time to recuperate.

Goblins are much simpler, take them to the warehouse and tell them that this is the place to sleep at night, and then throw a bunch of rotten sweet potatoes to make them memorize enough.

Then one in each field, and then tell them that this is their territory, the goblins that have been 'trained' in Arthur's land, and at most let them recognize the appearance of their new masters.

Then it is to pull weeds according to the standard, eat and sleep, it doesn't take long at all, and the task is easily completed.

"Doesn't seem to be running out of supply?" Ten days have passed, and there are fewer and fewer goblins in Arthur's field, of course, because there were enough of them before, and the weeds have been completely cleared, even if 5 or 6 are left, it is enough to deal with it.

Of course, the goblins that can be left by Arthur are of better quality, basically there is at least e- in terms of intelligence, and two of them can even reach the E level, which is a little smarter than the one he originally summoned.

The work of these goblins is basically used to be instructors, to educate those new goblins, and the food they get is better and more than that of other goblins, and their bodies naturally grow stronger.

In the field, Arthur can tell which is the 'instructor' and which is the newly summoned rookie without opening the data eye at all.

Arrange today's newly recruited little green skin to a 'instructor', Arthur can do his own thing with confidence, in a short period of time, the class has been established within the little green skin, and the new rookie, if he is disobedient, he will naturally have an instructor to educate it.

"Arthur. Is Mario there? Not long after he picked up the book, another voice came from the door, but it was unfamiliar, not from any of the Peter Ryder family.

"Here, please come in!" Arthur's owner, who heard the voice, was actually his neighbor, but on the other side of the river.

"Miss Canon, why are you here, is something happening to Vic?" Arthur smiled and nodded, this is a young lady from a noble family, but she doesn't have a bad temper, and she is still a classmate in Vic's town.

If you look at the age of the earth, this Miss Canon is only 12 or 3 years old, which is exactly the age of elementary school and junior high school, and her body has just begun to develop, like a flower and bone ready to bloom, which is the best age.

"Mr. Mario is well, sorry to disturb you, Vic is fine, I am invited by my father today and hope you will be able to attend the dinner in two days." Miss Canon was very polite, and when she saw the book that had just closed on Arthur's desk, she smiled and apologized.

"Dinner? Excuse me? Arthur retorted incredulously, for as long as he could remember, his family had been outside the aristocratic circle, and the yeoman farmers might have some in-laws, but he was completely alone.

"Yes, my father asked me to invite you, this is an invitation please put it away, this banquet has invited all the heads of the homesteaders of Morado, please be sure to come if you have time, then I will take my leave first, and I will disturb you." After saying that, Miss Canon squatted slightly and turned to leave, and there was no loophole in etiquette.

All the homegrowers, what are they going to do? Arthur was a little confused, and after thinking about it, he planned to go to Peter Ryder's house in the evening to inquire about the information first.