Back to the farmland next to the City Lord's Mansion, there happened to be no one now, so he had a better time coming and seeing.

The farmland that was originally overgrown with weeds has been repaired, and Aunt Melia has planted the seeds of the cup of rice according to Aslan's arrangement, and it only takes a month to harvest according to the growth cycle of the rice, but the time is still a bit long, if only it could be sooner.

Suddenly, Aslan thought of something, how he had forgotten the accelerated growth in natural magic.

Aunt Melia, who was busy in the farmland, saw Aslan perform her magic again, this time it was not as gorgeous as the last time, but the green particles slowly fell, and the rice seeds in the sky and earth actually germinated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh my God, this is a miracle?" exclaimed Aunt Melia.

"Nothing, just an ordinary low-level magic, Aunt Melia, now the crops in this farmland have been used to grow rapidly, enough to shorten the growth cycle of the cup by one-third, you must take care of it, this will be the future food source of our Flying City." Aslan said earnestly.

In the past two days, he still knows something about this Aunt Melia, and his heart is not bad, but his mouth is a little damaged, but he is never sloppy in major matters, otherwise he would not have recruited help from Butler Michelo.

Aslan controlled his emotions for a moment, what he had to do now was to transform the farmland in the whole city as soon as possible, anyway, the farmland that could be cultivated in the entire Flying City was only a few acres of land, and it could be completed in a few runs, and casting magic in front of the public could increase the people's confidence in him.

What a thing to boast about that a great magician is their lord of the city.

In this world, the magician is the most noble existence, just look at the fan bone village, in the bandit village of the near predecessor, there is not a single magic apprentice, you know how rare the magician is.

In the city, all the farmland was revived naturally, so that many people who flowed down almost knelt down to worship Aslan, so that Aslan's prestige recovered a lot, and the visible speed saw that the faith value had increased by more than ten points, and now the faith value has reached twenty points, but in the face of the minimum consumption of one hundred points in the lord system, it is useless.

In the conference hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Aslan and Butler Michelo were looking at the map around Flying City.

"Young Master, the time since the Fangu Village army arrived in Feitian City is getting shorter and shorter, how can you still wander around outside now that the enemy is currently in the present. Emily, who had brought Aslan to the conference hall, complained.

Aslan looked helplessly at the map made of animal skins on the table, paper is very expensive in the Zaft continent, and most people use some wood or animal skins instead of paper.

This is the map he had Michelo draw based on his surroundings when he first arrived.

This was the first time he had seen the situation around Flying Sky City, and he had been busy figuring out the situation in the city and the food problem before, and he had not yet had a good understanding of the situation around Flying Sky City.

I saw that the map of Feitian City is located in the middle, four or five six hundred meters within the range of ten very flat land, and then all the eyes are stones, it can be said that the stone forest composed of stones, do not look at the don't know, look at the startled, such a geographical environment, if you really want to build a city, it is really a pitfall.

It's no wonder that the Sara family wanted to leave Aslan here, although the fiefdom here is large enough, but it is difficult to develop the city.

Geographical and human factors are huge problems.

More than twenty kilometers northeast of Feitian City is the location of Fan Gu Village, and there is nothing else in the middle except for a few hills.

The northwest of Feitian City leads to a vast grassland, this grassland is called the May Prairie, there are several cities on the grassland, most of these cities live by raising horses, and most of the cavalry horses of the empire come from here. A short walk through the May Prairie is the imperial capital of the Empire.

To the west of Flying City is a mountain range, it is said that there is a dwarven city on the other side of the mountain range, but no one has ever been there, it can only be said that it is a rumor that cannot be determined, but in this mountain range, there are a huge number of ore veins, but the environment is harsh, and the surrounding cities have also tried to mine in the past, at most they can only mine some ordinary stones, but they have no ability to mine those ores, and in the end, they will not be able to mine.

To the south of the city is a lake called Gallery Lake, whose water flows from the sea to the southwest, and the water supply system of the Gallery City is connected to the gallery lake, and there is a river that starts from the gallery lake and flows through the southeast of the city.

Last but not least, the woods and mountains southeast of Flying City, there are a lot of magical beasts, but they never go out of that area, and no one has gone in to see what it looks like, but there are rumors that there is a mysterious race living in it.

Aslan had read the entire map, which was similar to the map of the games he had played in his previous life.

Michelo on the side said: "Young master, you said before that you have a way to deal with the enemy of Fan Gu Village, can you tell me first, I can let the soldiers in the city also cooperate." ”

Aslan waved his hand and said, "If there is any way, just one word." ”

Butler Michelo suddenly had a black line above his head, and he found that in the past two days, the young master had become more and more rude.

"The two of us are ambushing these guys in the stone forest. Aslan put his hand on the stone forest on the road that the Fan Bone Village must pass.

"The two of us?" said the Michelo butler, pointing to himself and Aslan, his voice trembling a little.

It's true that he is a high-level swordsman, but he is not a swordsman, so it is no problem for him to deal with a dozen bandits alone, but it is two hundred, including junior warriors, even if Aslan is added, at most more than fifty people, this is still Aslan to recover to the peak state, no matter how many of them can.

"That's right, I've already thought about it, Grandpa Michelo, come here, I'll tell you......"

Michelo left in disbelief, he was a little weak about Aslan's bold action, but it sounded feasible, after the two finalized, after explaining to Aunt Melia, they left Feitian City together, of course, before leaving, Aslan still glanced at the center of the town, where a field already looks good, but the scale is a little smaller.

The two of them, fully dressed, head straight to the stone forest outside the city, where they will compose an impossible legend.