Two mining mules were at the edge of the village, using their cutting beams to cut through a man-thick tree, and each tree that fell would be immediately cleared of excess canopy and branches, and then neatly stacked together, and the area about the size of a football field had been completely cleared as far as the eye could see.

The roots were dug out, and the shabby-dressed peasants were busy smoothing the holes left by the roots, while another group followed behind to drive a group of sturdy four-legged creatures that used their cross-shaped horns to turn over the ground that had been burned by the villagers with flames. The villagers followed behind, placing the potatoes cut into small pieces in each pit, and everyone could see that there was hope in their smiling faces and eyes.

For the first time, villagers see food that can grow without seeds. The archmage took the noblewoman to the local viscount's mansion, and the mage placed the precious puppet in their village.

He said that while negotiating with the viscount, he asked the villagers to reclaim the land and plant this plant called potatoes according to what he said. The first time I saw this slimegen-like plant, no one dared to eat it, but Master Mage swore that it was delicious and made it himself. Looking at the potatoes on the table, some roasted directly over the fire, some lavishly fried in large quantities of oil cut into strips, and some cooked and topped with a sauce called ketchup and cheese and mashed with potatoes, no villager dares to try it, despite the smell of the room. Anyone who survives in this world knows that you don't want to eat plants you don't know, and you can't eat brightly colored animals.

But only the noblewoman sat down at the table and took the first bite, and then, in the butler's surprised expression, the noblewoman tasted all the potato dishes on the table. Later, with the permission of the nobles, the butler also tried it.

It was confirmed that it was indeed food that could be eaten and that it was very tasty. The villagers quickly accepted the food, and each received a bag of potatoes from Narrator to take home. The narrator was telling them how to plant and what to pay attention to, and the villagers listened carefully. When everyone learned that this plant does not have high requirements for weather and soil quality, they immediately felt that this was the hope and future of the village. The mage then left the puppet behind and went to the viscount's castle with the noblewoman. And what is left behind is such a general hot scene.

"Old man, do you think this potato is reliable?" An old man sitting on a tree stump, wiping sweat with a rag, asked a companion who was also sitting next to him

"Oh, do you think we still have a choice in this situation. So many people died, and this nobleman was not tied, we think that it is good that we have not been killed by the viscount until now. I heard that this thing can grow in a few months, and it can be planted all year round. If that's the case, it's a treasure. ”

Flicking the soot from his pipe, the old man, who was called the old mushroom, continued:

"I believe what the archmage said, think about it, how old a great mage is, can he deceive us? And we don't have anything to go back to, and that noblewoman doesn't care about what the crazy woman in our village did. In my opinion, our bad luck has come to an end. After saying that, he got up and patted his ass and stood up.

"Let's go, brother, let's take advantage of the fact that this golem is still there. As long as you survive these two months, good days will come. Then he picked up his hoe and joined the reclamation team.

Back to the narrator's side. In order to prove that what he said was not a lie, the narrator sent the coordinates to Dana on the night he arrived at the village, and in the stunned expression of the village name and the princess of a certain kingdom named Natiri, the mine mule abandoned the disposable heat-resistant shell less than 100 meters above the ground and opened the parachute.

Originally, it would have been better and more accurate to land with an airdrop pod or a transport ship, but the current state of the battleship is that it can be saved. After all, there are not many intact drop pods. All the transports that could be found were stuck in the middle of the ship. After landing. The princess finally believed the narrator's words. As soon as the mine mule landed, he agreed to the conditions discussed with the narrator.

That night, however, the princess was assassinated. The Assassin was the mother of the son's tragic death, and luckily the narrator was in the house not far away. The farm tool used to commit the murder was a fork for cutting grass. The woman hid under the princess's car and waited for almost a night. The pitchfork plunged directly into the princess's abdomen.

By the time the narrator arrived, the princess's mind had been lost. In desperation, Narrator Jun had no choice but to use the Navy Healing Gel, which he didn't bring with him. After stabilizing her injuries, he ordered everyone to lock the woman in the cowshed and wait for the princess to wake up and deal with her, but the narrator was very annoyed, and he had to work hard to get in touch with the princess of a country, and almost made everything in vain because of this negligence. After controlling his emotions, Narrator decided to stay in the princess's carriage himself. Wait until she's sober.

In the early summer mornings, the roosters in the village begin to crow before the sun rises. Natiri opened her misguided eyes, and a pair of blue eyes under her long eyelashes looked at the man in front of her. The man had long hair unlike any of the Imperial males, and he was not considered an aristocratic model, nor did he have the short hair that grew after the occasional shaved hair.

The short hair, which had been carefully groomed, supported his face. The only pity is that a scar extends from the top of his head to his face, proving that this man has been on the battlefield for a long time. Natiri's pupils shrank, and the princess's scream came from inside the carriage.

"Yikes! ~！ ”

The soldiers quickly opened the carriage door for fear that their princess would be attacked again, but after opening the door, the scene in front of them made them cry and laugh, only to see the narrator Jun being smashed by the continuous pillow dress, makeup box or something and retreated, and finally got out of the carriage from the soldiers in embarrassment. The door slammed shut.

"Damn, why do you always treat kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs."

Amid the laughter of the soldiers, Narrator Jun took off a piece of broken steps that had been smashed on his head, threw a loop on his fingers with his gloves, and yelled at the carriage with his waist in his waist. And the housekeeper next to him coughed awkwardly:

"Master Mage, please return the princess's shroud in your hand to the old man, emmm, and of course keep it if you like. I don't think even if I take it back, my master won't wear it again. ”

When the narrator heard this, he looked at the thing he was playing with as a finger hula hoop, which was a pair of delicately made women's underwear. Narrator, who blushed instantly, hurriedly threw the panties into the butler's hand. Here comes a sentence:

"Lao Tzu went to breakfast, and you let the princess decide the fate of that woman in a while."

After saying that, he ran to the hut where he had lived, and after a while, the princess and the villagers gathered in the largest hall in the village. The woman was tied up by the soldiers, and after venting her hatred, she was originally distracted, but when she saw the aristocratic woman who had been pierced by him with a pitchfork, she slowly walked into the hall, and she sat in the plaintiff's seat as if she had seen a ghost:

"No, no, it can't be! You've ...... already in the "

"That's right, according to common sense, I should have been hopeless last night, but you ignored that there is also a powerful mage here."

The woman instantly turned around and stared at Narrator Jun, who was startled by this look. Speak. ”

"Don't think that there is no price, it can be very expensive. You know, as long as you have a head left, I can get you back. ”

As always, Narrator's words caused a panic in the hall, and even the soldiers began to exchange ears

"This can't be, not even the bishop of the Order."

"I've never heard of anything that can be saved just by having a head. But this mage may not be the same as the kingdom mages we usually see. ”

"Silence, silence!"

A figure who appeared to be the village chief slapped the table heavily, and the people in the lobby stopped talking to each other. Listening to what the village chief was going to say, after all, this woman had broken the agreement between the village and the mage that the mage would settle the problem of food and pay the poll tax for them, and they could no longer attack, rob, and kill innocent nobles who passed by.

In this way, if the mage gives up helping them settle the food and poll tax because of their default, then they will not survive this winter, and the viscount will definitely send troops to kill all the people here and hang them all on the big tree at the head of the village, just like the previous Vaal village.

"Master Mage, her son, died very miserably, which caused her to have some mental problems, and extreme hatred for those nobles. Even ten deaths this time would not be able to offset his sins. How about leaving it up to the princess to decide? ”

"Huh? I'm okay with that, it's your business, huh? Why are you asking me? The narrator looked at the village chief inexplicably, and the village chief scratched in embarrassment, almost the last few hairs left. Weakly asked:

"Well, the viscount's question, ...... you see?"

"Then you can coax this princess," the narrator said, putting his feet on the table. Watching the argument between the group of people with the attitude of planning to watch the play, the atmosphere in the hall immediately became lively again, and some people were glad that he did not tear up the agreement. There are also those who find the woman too pitiful. The buzzing sound like a fly annoyed the village chief, and he slapped the table with a blushing face

"I didn't hear you!"

The village chief's roar had an effect, and after seeing that the crowd had quieted down, he turned to Natiri and said:

"Miss, how do you think this matter should be handled?"

Natiri lifted the hem of her skirt and walked up to the woman, crouching down, the rope on the woman's body was tied so tightly that many places had been strangled with dark purple marks, and the princess ordered her soldiers to untie the ropes, and the soldiers separated the woman's rope after receiving the butler's consent. The princess took the woman up with both hands, and said softly because of tears, helpless, and tired pale face.

"I have great sympathy for what happened to you, but I am not the murderer or accomplice of your son's murder, and not all nobles are so domineering that they regard human life as child's play. I will go to the Viscount's castle with this mage.

Because I was originally going to marry the son of the viscount, I went to officially plan to officially conclude a marriage contract this time, but what happened to you has made me see through the heart of the nobility of this country. You can follow me if you wish. Go to my country! ”

When everyone was shocked by Natiri's generosity, the woman didn't seem to appreciate it. Although she did not attack the princess again, the tears of the woman who knelt on the ground were like springs.

"But my son died, my only son, they took my husband, said it was for the country, but never came back, just because he washed his hands upstream, he was taken away by the son of the viscount and used as a sword target, I still think of my son's cry in my mind, mom help, it hurts so much, mom. My son is only 8 years old, only 8 years old! ~~”

Natiri hugged the woman and let her dirty face against her chest. Hearing such a story in his eyes, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and the surrounding villagers fell silent, yes, they have been oppressed by these nobles for too long.

Because of the lack of a few taels of grain, some people were broken and looked at their legs, and the heavy snow closed the mountains in winter, because the viscount wanted to go out, and the villagers were driven to clear the snow on the snowy days when they were freezing to death, so that the viscount's carriage could pass smoothly. Some of them ran away, and the rest of them took up arms to resist, and finally caught a man who looked like a nobleman, only to run into the archmage again. Natiri patted the woman on the back

"I'm sorry, people can't be resurrected after death, please mourn."

The people around were silent in this sad atmosphere. However, some people don't play their cards according to common sense. Such a sad atmosphere was broken by a lazy ha, and everyone was angrily looking for someone who was hazing. Narrator-kun stretched. He said with a long breath

"That depends on what you mean by resurrection."

One sentence was like thunder, and all the people in the entire hall looked at the narrator in disbelief. You must know that the dead are reborn, and that is the realm of God. In the church on the highest heavenly mountain in the center of the continent, the Pope, who has the most powerful healing magic, can at most bring people's stumps back to life, and even so, it is a miraculous existence. If you use it once, the Pope will not be able to use any magic for at least one year.

"What do you say! If you can resurrect my son, I am willing to pay for everything, even my soul! ”

The woman maneuvered towards the narrator, but was stopped by the soldiers, who patted his knee, stood up and continued:

"Didn't I say it, it depends on the sense of resurrection, and it can still be done if you purely resurrect the body."

"Pure resurrection of the flesh! Isn't that necromancy, a magic that only the immortal lichs of the continent next door do! They resurrect the corpse, driven by themselves, and they hate the living with great hatred, and they long for the fresh flesh and blood of the living. ”

The man who said this was the strongest man in the first blockade, and according to his own introduction, he was an adventurer who had traveled to the mainland, and this time he decided to help these villagers because he really couldn't see the Viscount's actions in this area. His name is Lohan. Luo Han was looking at the narrator angrily at this time, as if he was some kind of fierce god.

"Big brother, you seem to have misunderstood something, I didn't say resurrecting that corpse, but replicating one through genetic science...... Forehead..... How to explain it. The narrator, who was not good at explaining, scratched the back of his head. After a long day of organizing the language, he continued

"Then you can understand, it's a second body, I can use his DNA is hair and flesh or something, to create a new body, even make it exactly the same as the previous body, of course, you don't have the ability to record memories, so this body may be like a baby, all the knowledge and learning attempts have to be taught by you from scratch.

And the corpse that was already dead before, even I can't restore him. To put it simply, it is to give you back an identical son, but he needs you to raise him again. Would you like to? ”

"Is that still my son? Without a soul, how can it be my son? After listening to the narrator's explanation, the woman sat down on the ground in disappointment.

"Strictly speaking, DNA belongs 100% to your son, so to speak, your son's son, which means that you directly get a grandson, at least you have a thought, right? Anyone who has lost an offspring in our kingdom by accident chooses to clone a new offspring in this way to ensure the continuation of their bloodline. ”

"Is it the art of creating man? Isn't that magic that only ancient gods can do? Luo Han looked at the narrator in surprise, and at the same time explained to the woman what is the art of creating man, the ancient gods are only responsible for the creation of human bodies, and the soul needs the careful maintenance of parents to form, this is the story that he can often hear through the church area, everyone in the church believes that the sound person is composed of the body given by the god and the soul cultivated after birth.

"What kind of price does that take! I can get my son, or grandson! The woman seemed to have made up her mind.

"You can't pay that price, but ......," the thief said, looking at Princess Natiri standing behind the woman, and grinned:

"If this young lady is willing to pay for you, then I don't think there should be any problem."