The technology of making sake lees was broken through, and the silver dragon successfully ate sake lees meat.

Especially when he heard that this kind of meat could be stored for a long time in a glass bottle, the greedy mouth dragon was full of happiness, and he could see that he was extremely satisfied with the sweet meat and the rich taste of wine.

Of course, Yinlong did not refuse the practice of storing wine underground, and seemed to have seriously considered the number of cellars, hoping that the lord would bury at least a hundred jars for her every year.

At this scale, is she planning to invite the dragons to drink in the future? Vincent was a little curious, but he didn't think much about it before he agreed.

The cost of rice wine is much lower than that of sochu, which requires wheat and other wheat crops, partly because of the larger yield per acre of the "aquatic white devils", but also thanks to the church's oversupply due to its long-term demonization.

From the perspective of accounting costs alone, Vincent's crafting skills and the participation of undead creatures in the work made it possible to make a hundred jars of rice wine with one gold coin, and considering that the mash can also be used for other purposes, the cost is lower.

Skava is a river in the south and the climate is warm, and it is said that the rice can be grown three times a year, and the locals used to be able to grow it twice to meet their needs, and they were not keen on a third plant, which was a great waste in Vincent's opinion.

In the next step, in addition to continuing to vigorously open up the relationship between local chiefs and increasing the supply as steadily as possible, it is best to use means to control a grain producing area directly under it to further ensure supply.

When the elves' own survival problems are solved, and a few forest priests who have nothing to do are hired to participate in the grand event in the territory with high salaries, providing them with a platform to do some hybrid rice cultivation work with the territorial agronomists, Vincent feels emotional just thinking about it.

Vincennes' territory was only short of water on the northern border, but the situation in the south was much better, and it was not a problem to build some paddy fields by himself, and the elves were in control of the gods of nature and life, and they themselves had a long lifespan, so it was as easy as a vacation to experiment for hundreds of years.

This was not a fantasy, but the little priest of the Flower Forest tribe, Lilim, had personally agreed, and if it weren't for her desire to stabilize the saplings of life and take care of the people, she would have come to visit the lord by now sitting on Seid's griffin.

Of course, Lilim didn't stay in the forest to listen to Said's stories, at least the fast-growing forest in the mountains was quite effective, and the dwarves who had worried about the lack of wood in the mountains in the future were overjoyed.

Allowing plants to grow and die quickly, resist drought and disease, and flourish fruits are the skills of the elves, and if you add the fertilizer and experimental equipment provided by Vincent, the development of territorial agriculture is definitely just around the corner.

From this point of view, the elves were simply created by the gods to oppose Lord Malthus, and Vincent really couldn't understand the cruel thoughts of the Herodes.

It's obviously a group of experts who should be treated like guests, but they have to be treated as prey and playthings with ears cut, and they can't wait for it to be completely extinct.

Is it the annihilation of conscience, the degradation of morality, or the distortion of human nature behind all this?

No matter what the reason is, no matter who wants to trouble the elves now, the demon lord with torch-like eyes must help the field.

Winter is approaching, the sunset has already disappeared under the horizon, and before you know it, the lights in the Silver Dragon Castle are already weaving, and the light of the stars and moon in the sky is sprinkled all over the sky, attracting the nearby monsters to be fascinated.

Looking out the window, a slight chill rose over Ninia.

When Vincent left the dragon, which was full of food and began to snore, he noticed that Ninia beside him had a slight look of resentment on his face.

"My toy, do you want to bury some wine too?" Vincent, realizing that he seemed to be unfair, comforted her, "I can do it for her parents for that lonely little she-dragon, and you are different, and how happy it is that Mr. Walder and his brother can do it."

Ninia looked at the city walls and looked at the people around her, and pursed her lips slightly, as if she was not satisfied with the description of the so-called "lonely dragon".

"I thought the master would bury some for me...... Am I really insignificant in your heart?"

Vincent looked at the girl's dazzling hair like gold, and the deep and moist lake-blue eyes, which seemed to contain endless meaning

In the night, she was so beautiful that even the moonlight seemed eclipsed in front of her.

What kind of secretly buried sorrow makes the invincible female knight on the battlefield jealous of a dragon?

Vincent could continue to be haughty and mysterious in front of her, but he wasn't unaware, he just didn't know how to respond.

Only at this moment will he realize that he is not a calm and restrained middle-aged teacher after crossing over, but a young nobleman who is full of youthful vitality.

From one point on, Ninia began to try to get his attention through hard work, heroism, graceful manners, and a lovely smile, and Vincent knew it was a challenge he had never faced before.

Like Ninia, his state of mind is also unpredictable, sometimes like the wind passing through the lake, leaving only ripples, sometimes like a storm swept by the ocean, swept by passion.

However, he is now a lord, a prince, and a demon, and in the face of the temptation of self-realization, his mind seems to have been bound by a thousand ties of responsibility and power, and has become serious and cautious, rational and slow.

In the dark, he always had a fear that if he got too close, he might lose.

Judging from my mother's experience, there is no destined ending between the Chosen of Light and the Demon Race, and perhaps using each other is already the most harmonious way to get along with each other.

However, just as the army cannot win a war by avoiding it, and the man cannot stop his feelings, the girl accumulates strength, arms herself with youth, innocence, and beauty, and advances step by step with a moving sorrow.

At this time, Vincent realized that by hurting her, he was hurting himself, and he instantly lost any mood to prevaricate the past by majesty and banter.

"It's not that I don't care, it's nothing." Vincent mumbled, "You're getting more."

"No, I didn't get anything." Ninia plucked up her courage and said, "Like, can you give me your hand?"

Vincent hesitated for a moment, but the ghost sent him over.

It was the biggest win Ninia had ever won in her life.

Just as she was full of excitement and prepared to take the lord's hand into the palm of her hand with trembling hands, a crimson light suddenly hit her palm.

Surprised, Ninia felt herself being pulled by an irresistible force, and she was dragged away from Vincent.

Ninia was shocked, she looked back in the direction where her arm was being dragged, and saw that there was a strange woman on the battlement of the city wall behind her.

The woman was pale, her long black hair was as thick and shiny as the night, and she was dressed in a red dress that, although retro, still framed the curvaceous curves of her body.

Her cat-like pupils are golden yellow, and her lips are as rosy as cherries, slightly hooked, exuding a seductive and dangerous charm.

Ninia has to admit that this is also a rare beauty.

"Who allowed you to touch other people's things?"

The black-haired woman asked playfully, and Ninia was extremely impressed by the two long, sharp and smooth canine teeth.

"Cecil, let her go." Vincent coldly ordered, "You know, I don't like this kind of rudeness."

"Hey! Leaving his fiancée alone and flirting with a slave girl in a distant place, is it a decent aristocratic act?" The woman unceremoniously slammed back, "This made me a laughing stock in my hometown."

For a moment, neither of them spoke anymore, and their eyes intertwined and burst out of Mars.

Cecil? Hearing the name, Ninia suddenly remembered something that Syd had said before.

Isn't that the rumored fiancée of the Lord's Bloodline?