Just when Baron Rocas and the priestess learned about the harvest in Romon Territory through different channels, a young girl was riding a horse in the light rain at a long distance from the edge forest.

The girl was dressed in a pale pink tight-fitting robe, but there were a few very cute streamers at the belt, and when she was running, she was blown by the wind, and the streamers were flying, which was very beautiful.

The girl's blonde hair was over her waist, not tied up at this time, but flying behind her head, and her white face, a pair of purple eyes were very bright, her chest was high, her legs were slender, and she had a more heroic and sassy taste while riding a horse.

"Ride!" seemed to enjoy the galloping of the horse, and although it was raining in the sky, and the rain was drenching her robe and hair a little, the girl was still riding the horse and strolling along the road.

It wasn't until another horse came running from behind that the girl slowed down the horse. Then, he brought the horse over and watched the horse come galloping towards him. It was a pony who came, and the girl who was sitting right away was obviously still in the category of Luo Li, wearing a cute riding costume, very delicate taste, also with blonde hair, a white face, and purple eyes, but it lacked the charm of the former, and it looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, or a small flower that had not opened.

"Sister, you're cheating!" As soon as she caught up, the younger girl said angrily, and then, very unwillingly, looked at herself riding this pony: "It's not that I'm not as good as you, who let you ride a big horse, but I can only ride such a little guy, it's not fair!"

"What's unfair, you're already very small, of course you have to ride a pony. The older girl laughed, and then, with a very amorous brushing of her forehead hair, her sister looked at it with envy.

The little girl was very depressed to see herself riding this horse, then at the horse her sister was riding, at her little steamed bun-like breasts, and then at her sister's towering breasts, and even more depressed to pout: "Forget it, anyway, you all bully me small, I am small, I am not happy to grow up!"

"Yes, when you grow up, you will have a lot of troubles. The older girl sighed.

The little girl asked curiously, "What's upset?"

"Hey, forget it, I'll tell you, I can't tell, we've been out for a long time, it's time to go back. The older girl looked at her innocent and romantic sister, sighed, and said.

Hearing that she was going back, the little girl was still a little reluctant, and pouted and said, "Let's play again, it's hard to come out, and I'm going to learn those etiquettes when I go back, it's so annoying." ”

"Hehe, if you don't go back, I'm afraid you won't have to come out to play for the next month. The older girl said, and rode her horse back to the road. Her sister sighed, like a little adult, and then rode her horse to follow.

The wind was not strong, and the thin rain poured on their blonde hair, and with the sound of crisp laughter, it came far and wide, and the two of them, of course, were Miss Owenna and Miss Imisa.

"Have you heard?" Romon ...... "As the two sisters slowed down their horses and enjoyed the drizzle, a few passing adventurers were talking as they walked, and at first, the two girls didn't pay much attention to what they were talking about, but until the person who spoke said Rommon's name, Owenna was stunned for a moment, and stopped Romon and listened to the conversation of the people behind her.

"Sister, why don't you leave......" Imisa asked puzzled, stealthily sweeping over the adventurers.

"Shh

“...... I heard that in Luo Meng's territory, the yield per mu is 370 catties!"

“...... It's really like this, it's a good harvest, Goddess bless!"

"Hmph, not only is the goddess blessed, but the key is that Romon is a druid!"

"Druids are everywhere, why haven't you seen this harvest in other fields?"

"Hmph, that's the difference between genius and mediocrity. ”

Owenna continued to listen until she understood what was going on, and this time she rode home on her horse.

"Hey, wait for me!" When Imisa saw her sister driving to the front, she couldn't help but pat the horse depressedly, and hurriedly followed, thinking in her heart, my sister seems to care about Romon very much, is this the trouble of adults?

What a hateful Romon ...... The two men drove their horses past a field, where it was already time to harvest the crops, because they were ripe later than the crops in Lomont's territory, so when they were watered by the rain, many of them hung down, although the rain was not strong, and it would not have any effect on the grain production, but if this rainy day continued, I was afraid that it would be a headache when harvesting and drying.

Harvesting about 2,000 acres of farmland is definitely not a very convenient thing, especially in the wet muddy soil. The trees planted on the roadside have become tender green because of the arrival of spring, and with the spring breeze blowing, the green leaves carry crystal water droplets, which looks very beautiful.

In front of a villa, the two sisters turned over and dismounted, handed the horses to the servant, and the two girls went in.

"Father, Mother, we are back. Owenna said to her parents, who were sitting and chatting.

The middle-aged man was Sir Dymerka, who had invited Romon once, and he looked at his two daughters with some reproach, but he didn't say anything, just reminded: "Let's go change into dry clothes first!"

"Yes, okay. The two sisters hurried back to change their clothes, and when they came out again, they were all quiet women in ladylike dresses.

Owenna noticed her father's dissatisfaction, but she quickly used other light topics to draw the matter away, and only when her parents' expressions eased did she tell them what she had heard on the road.

"Three hundred and seventy pounds per mu, how is this possible!" Sir Demoka exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this.

As a lord, of course he knows how much the yield per mu is, this number is really too scary, he doesn't believe it. Soon, however, when the same message was sent back, Sir Demerka fell silent for a moment, and then, with his wife, he glanced at each other, and there seemed to convey something in his eyes.

Owenna, who was sitting on the side, slowly hooked the corners of her lips.

The kingdom of Eske is not large, bordering the ocean, and the mountains and forests in the country are not high, but the mountain range outside the central town of Galle stretches for miles, but it is not very high, and because of this, the surrounding roads are fairly smooth, and the horses gallop without any trouble.

The territory of Galle, with three towns and eighteen villages, although it is close to the mountains, but the land in the territory is mostly plain, and all of them are very fertile, and the man who is the lord of this territory is a very shrewd person, but after his death, the battle for his two sons is known in the neighborhood.

In the end, it ended in Jacob's defeat and was swept away by his eldest son, and the current lord is Jacob's brother Lance, the winner of the final battle for the territory.

At this moment, unlike the plants in other territories, the plants here are actually half-wilted, looking listless and lifeless.

Although it was raining, there was a group of gorgeously dressed people standing in the fields, looking at the crops in the fields and worrying. The leader was a blonde man, who looked handsome, but at this time, his expression was full of iron blue, and he was a little helpless.

"Herodin, you still have the face to say, as my Interior Officer, how do you manage it, do you want to tell me that this is the harvest I am about to receive?"

"My lordship, I ...... I found a lot of people to look at it, but the crop still didn't work, I ......" The one who was being criticized was a middle-aged man, standing in front of a young man about the same age as his own nephew, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to raise his head, but dared to defend in a low voice.

As everyone knows, the more he justifies, the more angry the newly become lord Baron Reims becomes. He is different from his dead ghost father, his father's diet is counterproductive to him, especially when he has just become a new lord, he has encountered this kind of depressing thing, and the justification of subordinate officials has become a manifestation of his joke in his eyes.

In a fit of rage, he directly ordered: "Drive him back to me, let him reflect on himself!"

"Your Excellency...... I really did my best, Lord Baron, and look, not only the crops, but all the plants in the territory have withered!Lord Baron, I have worked diligently since your father's generation, and I have never failed to do my duty, and you can't do that to me, Lord Baron......"

The interior officer who was dragged away kept shouting, but in the end, he was kicked out.

"Lord Baron, look at ......" Seeing that someone had suffered a loss from this new lord, the officials next to him became more and more cautious to ask for instructions. "Where are we going next?"

"What else to see, go back. "Having seen too many plants withering, Baron Reims was in a bad mood at this time, and although there were still some villages ahead, he did not want to look any further, so he took the horse rope from the servant, turned over his horse, and went back in the direction of the castle.

When the frightened officials saw that the baron was going back, they wiped the cold sweat from their heads, and then followed one after another.

On horseback, Baron Reims was in a bad mood, and as soon as he took over the title of baron, this situation occurred, which was really a challenge to his inheritance of the legal surname.

When he returned to the castle, he also looked sullen, and when the servants saw him, they all avoided him, and the officials who followed him did not dare to come out, after all, the example of the former internal affairs officer was in front of him.

At this moment, one of Baron Reims's cronies suddenly came in from outside the hall and whispered in Baron Reims' ear.

"Three hundred and seventy pounds per mu?" Baron Reims's eyes lit up, he stood up suddenly, turned around a few times, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"It's been checked, confirmed!"

"Oh, is that really the case?" Baron Reims thought for a moment, and then made up his mind: "Someone, invite me to Mr. Romon to come to me with a post." ”

(To be continued)