The experiment went fairly smoothly, and there were no problems with the design logic, except for conflicts with other structural incompatibilities with the spellbook.

This is consistent with Xia Duo's expectations, basically from the beginning of the design, he has expected it, as for the conflict caused by incompatibility with other structures, in fact, it is not a big problem, as long as a few more experiments to run in and run-in.

All in all, the test experiment was quite successful.

Packing up the traces of the experiment, as well as some leftover materials, Xia Duo returned to his residence, and at this time, he would not have realized that the time had come to night if it were not for the reminder of his stomach.

Work for yourself, no matter how late you are, you won't get tired.

After finding some food from the carry-on space to fill his stomach, Xia Duo threw himself into the analysis of today's test experiment.

It wasn't until all the compatibility issues that had arisen in the experiment were resolved that he took out the spell notes from the other side where he had recorded petrified magic in the morning and began to study it.

The spellbook is indeed important, but tonight is no longer the right time to continue the experiment, and he must be in good shape to deal with all kinds of accidents.

……

Just as Shador was excited about a new spell like petrification, and even a new realm, and threw himself into it, further east of the temporary supply point in the eastern part of the Savile Territory, Rodney was in the newly opened territory of the Green Bead Forest.

Archmage Newman clenched a scroll in his hand so hard that even his hands began to tremble unconsciously.

As a high-ranking archmage, Newman naturally didn't need to compete with a scroll, but the content on it really made him a little emotionally out of control:

"How long has it been? You're telling me that I can't eat enough food for a year for less than three days? How the hell do you become a grain officer?! ”

Opposite the angry archmage, a middle-aged man who looked quite shrewd was looking at the archmage with his eyes at the moment, and said aggrievedly: "My lord, I did everything you ordered, and I blame those elves for being too good at consuming food!" ”

"Elves?" Newman remembered that some time ago he did give a document on whether or not to accept elven refugees.

Newman would have forgotten about it if he hadn't been reminded again, and he was reluctant to be an archmage for the rest of his life, so he would snuggle up in his room and study magic whenever he could.

Anyway, the lord didn't want him to do any work himself.

Existence is what he is here for.

If he can supervise the work of the people under him by the way, it can already be regarded as his extraordinary work.

"What's wrong with the elves? Isn't it just a bunch of refugees? Do they dare to rob us of our food? Newman stared at the warden in front of him, trying to see what reason he could find!

"My lord—"

The grain supervisor had a bitter face, and he almost cried, "Those elves consume food, which is more terrible than robbing, if it is not really helpless, I dare not disturb you, my lord!" ”

At the mention of disturbance, Newman's already cold face lowered his temperature again, "Tell me what's going on!" ”

He had already realized that something might be wrong on the Pioneer Leader's side, but Newman was an archmage after all, and he wasn't worried about how harsh he would be punished, but it was a bit disgraceful to say it.

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"My lord, there are many mages in those elves, all of whom have a strange cooking spell that can directly convert food into food, but the loss is too serious, I asked them to reason, and they blamed the food we provided for being too poor!"

“……”

Hearing this, Newman couldn't wait to kill the grain supervisor in front of him, "What did you do when this kind of thing happened?" Why don't you notify me in advance? ”

"I, I-"

The grain supervisor was speechless, and Newman understood as soon as he thought about it, he did ask his subordinates not to disturb him at will, but he never expected that this guy would wait until this time to come.

In this case, even if he is an archmage, can he still conjure food out of thin air?

As for personally using teleportation to return to Rodney to receive the dimensional bag to transport food, Newman never thought about it, he would rather accept the lord's punishment and give up this place to go back alone, rather than do this kind of thing that is no different from coolies.

Moreover, even if he is willing, he can't transport much by himself, and if he doesn't solve the fundamental problem, will he have to transport grain specifically in the future?

"You-"

Newman's face suddenly regained his calmness, and it changed quickly, as if the person who was angry just now was not him, "I'll deal with this matter, you go out first, do your own thing." ”

The grain warden was a little confused by this, but he didn't think that this matter was so simple that it was over, and he looked at Newman with some begging, "My lord—"

But he was answered with an emotionless "Get out!" ”

The grain overseer felt a stirring in his heart, and understood that the person in front of him was not the ordinary people or even ordinary mages who could make him bargain, but an archmage with great power that he could not even see in ordinary times.

At that moment, he didn't dare to say anything more, and left the room backwards with his head bowed and panicked.

And after the grain supervisor left, Newman suddenly changed his expression, became a little cautious, and even a little panicked, and the emotions that had just appeared in the grain supervisor appeared on an archmage again.

He bowed slightly to an open space in the room, "My lord, why are you here?" ”

In the clearing, a handsome and tall figure suddenly appeared, he glanced at Newman, walked to a chair in the room and sat down, and said with a smile:

"If I don't come to see it again, the people of Rodney will be starved to death!"

"My lord, it's my fault!"

"I don't blame you, no one would have thought that there would be so many elven refugees pouring into the territory of Nase." Ozkal Rodney was very open-minded, and there was no way he could really punish an important archmage.

"My lord, come this time—is there any solution?"

Newman had no doubt that the lords of Rodney in the far north would have no idea what was going on here, but when he asked this question, it caused Lord Ozkal to sigh:

"What can I do? Do you want to go back and transport the grain yourself? I'm only here to negotiate peace with the Savile consuls, and to buy some more food from them by the way, and before I came, the fleet that came from the territory to transport the consuls had already set off, so it would be good to hold on for a while. ”

"Your Excellency?!"

Newman's face was full of surprise, listening to the meaning of the lord's words, it seemed that he wanted to give up this new land that had been invested a lot, even if Newman usually didn't take care of things, but he still had some feelings for this land that he personally led to develop.

And what made him even more puzzled was that the development of a new land in the Green Bead Forest was an important decision that Rodney had planned for a long time, and it would change anyway!