Alicia Mikhail Bru's Cultivation Manual (2):

Was Tom so unlucky—or was he too lucky?

That's right, Mrs. Yelena hit little Tom's board again. Perhaps, this can make Tom remember that he must pay attention to the water temperature before soaking the seeds.

Little Tom thought it was too much of a luxury to pour out the hot water for washing his face, so he used it to soak the seeds.

Lady Yelena knew that she would die of distress in the future, and if this batch of seeds was scalded, she would not be able to grow them! But little Tom planted them anyway, hoping for some miracle to happen.

It turned out to be a miracle! This batch of seeds soaked in hot water achieved a more prominent effect than cold water soaking. Knowing what he had learned, Tom Jr. rushed to report it to Mr. Brown, the steward of Crampon Castle, and Mr. Brown told me.

I decided to verify this phenomenon.

Outside my test field was bustling again, and several members of the "she-wolf" carried a few cauldrons for boiling water under my command.

Zoya used her magic to help me heat the water in these cauldrons—she controlled the temperature. Then I soaked the seeds in each of these waters at different temperatures for 4 hours.

Eventually, Zoya and I came to the conclusion that the best combination of soaking time and water temperature was to boil the water first, then let it cool for two quarters of an hour, then put the seeds in, soak them for two quarters of an hour, and then soak the seeds in room temperature water for another 3 hours.

This method is 28% more effective than simply soaking seeds in room temperature water (crossed out)... Well... That's right, an increase of about 22%.

As a result, we immediately changed our farming plan and continued our planting trials.

However, Zhuoya hopes that I will try it next time with the seeds of sweat beans, the yield of sweat beans is very low, but in the cold ice field, a sweat bean can quickly raise the body temperature carried away by the wind and snow, which can effectively help people survive. I'm tempted to try it, but there's no more land for me to experiment with. Therefore, this proposal will have to be said next time—at least until we figure out the wheat seeds.

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"Joseph! Damn it! Seeing that Joseph was silent, Spador yelled angrily, picked up his sword, and slashed at the woman

The woman laughed sarcastically, "Hmph, worry about yourself!" Then her left hand swept over her wand, and a cloud of black smoke enveloped the blue storm, tangled around her wand in the shape of a short knife.

Spado's long sword and magically transformed short knives collide together. However, even though Spado's sword was a well-made blade, it was no match for the power of magic. The short knife with a strange atmosphere that had been transformed into magic easily sliced the longsword she had carefully maintained.

Like a hot knife cutting butter, Spado watched as a dull sound of blades intertwining sounded. Her pupils dilated, and her expression of surprise froze in the air. As the severed part of the sword slowly fell to the ground, the blue-black short knife that the magic had transformed into came straight towards the female knight with a collapsed nose. With all his strength, Spado forced the center of gravity of his body to twist through the force of his feet. Although she escaped mortal wounds, the enemy took the left third of her auricle and a piece of her scalp with gray-brown hair.

Spador gasped in pain, but the enemy didn't allow her to have the slightest chance to breathe. When the small female caster saw that the blow was not successful, she twisted her waist, flipped her palm upwards, and slashed back towards the female knight.

Spado saw the power of the magic blade, how dare he swing his sword and block it. However, the woman's blow was quick and fast, and Spado forced his weight to adjust his weight, still trying to regain his balance in the hope of another quick blow. Therefore, she does not have what it takes to dodge backwards. So Spado had no choice but to use his body to land on the ground, and while dodging this sinister blow, he kicked the little woman in the chin.

With the help of the inertia of his body, Spado's foot sank vigorously, and with a "click" sound, he saw that the woman's body was obviously floating in the air for a distance, and then he spun half in the air, staggered back a dozen steps, and slammed into the wall.

Her teeth were kicked off several times, and her jaw was swollen high. She fumbled with her face, trembling. I don't know if it's painful or angry – or both. The woman shouted in a vague, leaky voice, "Damn bitch! Gauma! Leave the soldiers alone! Screw that bitch's head off for me! ”

The troll listened to the woman's command, turned around at once, and said awkwardly, "Golama... Twist your head, Gauma... Likes to wreak havoc. ”

The troll speaks clumsily, but with the blessing of the previous magic, his speed and strength are not weak. I saw it clench its hands and smash it down towards Spado. If this smash is strong, even a battle-hardened female knight like Spado will probably vomit three liters of blood.

Seeing this, Spado rolled on the ground and stabbed back with him, and the broken sword opened a bloody hole in the troll's back. However, this damage has no effect on trolls with particularly tenacious vitality. The troll turned angrily and staggered Spado.

Seeing this, the woman dissipated the magic from her wand, which had turned into a dagger, and with a single click of her wand, Spado's longsword flew out of her hand, sending it flying to the door of the room with a powerful impact.

"Golma! Kill them! Then go help Picxi! The woman shouted.

I saw that the remaining soldiers were besieging the man who had gone out and returned. The man grabbed a dagger and fended off the attack of several soldiers in a panic.

Pixie was not a strength fighter after all, and he was struggling to cope with the attacks of several soldiers, and he was already suffering several wounds on his body, and he was retreating towards the window.

The troll named Golma let out a loud roar, raised his fist and charged at Spado. Spado's ankle was sprained from the female caster's blow and he couldn't move. She looked helplessly at the charging trolls, and raised her arms in front of her head to defend herself.

However, at this moment, Joseph suddenly jumped to his feet and slammed his shoulder into the troll's crotch, which bent down in pain and let out an incoherent roar.

"Kill that woman! Spado! I'll clean up this guy! Joseph shouted.

Spado didn't say anything, just nodded. She grabbed a dagger from her side—the soldier who had been killed by the magic of the female spellcaster had fallen.

I saw that she took advantage of Joseph's vision, supported the floor with her left hand, and threw her right hand hard. The dagger struck the woman's left shoulder without slanting. The woman let out a scream, and one of the spells she was about to cast was interrupted - she was burned with a certain amount of mana, a red cloud of mana leaving a moderate burn mark on the back of her hand.

Not to be outdone, Joseph first slammed the troll's head with his knee, and the troll shook his head from the blows. Joseph then threw his arms around the troll's neck and swung his whole body onto the troll's shoulder. He first locked the troll tightly with his legs. The troll lunged left and right, trying to shake Joseph off his shoulder. Joseph was knocked into the wall, knocked into the ceiling, and into many other pieces of furniture. Although his entire head was bleeding and his well-groomed beard was disheveled, he didn't let go of the troll's legs for a moment.

Eventually, perhaps the troll was a little tired, Joseph mastered his balance. He pulled two daggers from his waist and plunged the dagger in his left hand into the troll's right eye. The troll fell to his knees and let out a heart-rending howl. Joseph was thrown to his knees by the troll's sudden thrust.

However, when the troll tried to pull out the dagger in his eye socket, he grabbed the troll's head with his left hand, and with a powerful roar, Joseph's right dagger tore hard at the troll's neck. Blood erupted from the right side of the troll's neck, and the troll struggled a few times, but stopped moving.

"Golma! Damn the guys! Die! The woman shouted hysterically, she had completed a spell and was about to launch it at Joseph.

However, the voice of the female knight appeared in her ears: "Stop dreaming. Then a punch struck the woman in the head, and the hilt of the sword struck her in the back of the head.

And the woman fainted.

"Farah! Farad! Damn it! Picxi cursed, and he decided to run away. So he flicked a dagger and forced off a soldier's attack, then jumped out of the window.

"Humph! Idiot! Get him! The young executive commanded.