Dylan kills decisively, wisely and fairly, has killed more enemies and monsters than many people have eaten Baihe bread, and almost has a veto power in Francis, but he is pinched to death by his youngest son.

Eli only gave a pleading look, and Dylan not only ignored Eli's behavior of climbing over the railing while the adults were not looking, but also promised Eli to follow his "friend" to play somewhere else - of course, all five guards had to be taken with him.

Bringing a string of guards is certainly very conspicuous, but it is not to go to Weifu for a private visit, Eli readily agreed.

"Father is the best." Eli jumped off the fence without looking back, and Dylan, angry and amused, raised his chin and motioned for the stunned guards to follow.

"The little master is really lively and caring." Bowen praised at the right time.

The people present echoed each other in spite of their different thoughts, and all kinds of praise poured out like money, and a far-sighted official even saw in Eli, who was no taller than his legs, the potential to carry a sword on the battlefield.

Orin listened with a toothache and silently retorted in his heart: No, he is a semblance of magician.

The fact that Eli can use magic is still quite shocking, and all outsiders know is that Eli has obtained a dragon, but this still can't suppress some people's lively thoughts.

Perhaps this golden and noble young master has a higher status in the lord's heart than they imagined, and the current lord's wife was born in the rich Curtis family, and the young master himself also tamed a dragon, and even has some reputation among the people with the alkaline knot......

Bowen lifted his eyelids and glanced at Lenkron, who was alone with a calm face, and it was very likely that Master Orin's age advantage and home field advantage would gradually disappear with the passage of time or even turn into a disadvantage.

Hey, it's a headache for these old men who just want to live a stable life. Bowen, who is only forty years old, thinks so.

Eli took the girl by the hand and walked down the path, and the guards kept a distance from them at his request, not close, but able to deal with unexpected situations.

Perhaps it was due to the way he came, but Francis had much more crops than the poor three, and Eli had seen at least three or four crops they didn't know along the way. He happily pointed to the plough and said things like this looked delicious and that looked bad, while the girl smiled and listened, nodding her head from time to time.

Soon Eli was not happy.

The fields of the aristocracy and the ruling class were almost always distributed in the most suitable areas for cultivation, and the crops grew well. However, as they progressed, Eli began to see dry vegetable leaves and yellowish white grass bushes, and at the same time the soil was not dry and cracked, but even a little moist, and it was very carefully tended at a glance.

Eli suddenly realizes that Francis's farmland may be even more barren than he thought.

"Kaye!" An old voice came from afar, an old man with a white beard but still bulging arm muscles carrying a hoe and shouting angrily, "I'm not paying attention, where did you go?!" ”

A hint of panic flashed across the girl's face, Kaye, and she glanced apologetically at Eli and ran to the old man. A guard stepped forward to take Kaye's place, his nose covered in freckles, his orange eyes like cats, and he looked young, in Eli's eyes, he was still in high school.

Noticing Eli's gaze, he smiled with a sunny smile, his teeth whiter than the snowy fields of winter.

The old man in the distance watched Kaye's gesture and cast his gaze in surprise. Silver hair and purple eyes, a more obvious feature.

The old man led Kaye to Eli and saluted with his eyes lowered, and Eli noticed that the hand he placed on his heart was clenched into a fist, indicating that he had been on the battlefield and was a soldier.

"Little master," the old man touched Kaye's head, "my granddaughter can no longer speak because of an accident, and I ask you to forgive her if she offends you." ”

"Not at all," Eli curled his eyes, knowing what kind of smile was more pleasing to the elders because of his experience in the other world, "I asked Sister Kaye to show me their farmland. ”

"Cultivated land?" The old man was a little puzzled, how could the young master who grew up in the castle be interested in cultivating the land?

"I heard the maid say that this year's Baihe production has been reduced again, and I am a little curious."

The old man suddenly realized that the young master of the original territory still had such curiosity.

"Then please come with me." The old man pointed to the distance and said, "That's our family's field." ”

Eli took Kaye's hand again, and he naturally squeezed between the old man and Kaye, in harmony like a member of the family.

The old man didn't expect Eli to be so familiar, and he didn't have any aristocratic stands, so he couldn't help but talk to Eli a lot.

The old man had been a squad leader in the previous lord's guard, and after his wife was killed by a monster that had broken into the town, he returned to the field and sent his son, Kaye's father, into the new lord's guard.

"He fell in love with a civilian magician in the Guards and gave birth to Kaye. When they died in a Warcraft □□ three years ago, Kaye was stimulated and could no longer speak. ”

The story suddenly came to a tragic end, and Eli subconsciously looked up at the old man. The old man's face was calm, like the protagonist of the words was not himself but some inconsequential passerby.

The old man fought bravely on the front line to keep the peace of the territory, while his wife was killed in the rear where she should have been safe. In Eli's opinion, even if the old man had a grudge against Francis, he sent his only son into the army.

Eli suddenly felt a little sad as he turned his head to look at Kaye, who sensed his gaze and gave a gentle smile.

Failure to protect the people was undoubtedly a dereliction of duty on the part of Francis.

"I'm sorry." Eli muttered.

"It's not your fault, Francis's lords are good enough, and no one can do better." The old man laughed loudly, and there was no trace of gloom in his eyes, "It's the fault of the person who caused the □□ of the Warcraft." ”

"Cause the □□ of Warcraft?" Hearing this, there seemed to be a hidden meaning behind this, Eli asked, "Who is it?" ”

The guards who followed them sensed that the topic was going in a strange direction, and they looked at each other to ask if they wanted to stop the conversation, but the old man had already given a cheerful answer.

"There is no specific answer, but everyone has a guess in their minds."

"All the bad things in Francis's territory that can't be traced to the root cause have the shadow of the Holy See behind them."

Eli's pupils constricted.

The sarcastic voice he had heard in his sleep reappeared in his ears: "Osto? I think it's the Holy See. Whoever it is, they're dreaming. ”

The Holy See, again the Holy See.

Eli rarely hears the word Holy See in the mouths of others, and he never has the Holy See in his daily bedtime stories, an organization that should have a strong presence.

Doubts made Eli a little absent-minded when the old man introduced the crops in the field, and he listened for a long time, and only concluded that the normal yield of all Francis's crops was a lot less than what he thought of it.

Take Bai He, which is very similar to wheat, for example, the yield per mu of high-quality wheat can reach more than 1,000 catties, but Bai He can only produce 500 to 600 pounds, that is, less than 600 catties at most. This is still on the basis of good weather conditions, and the white grass harvested not long ago has even fallen to 400 catties per mu.

Not to mention the carrots, which are similar in both worlds, are directly reduced by one-fifth.

"This year is fine," said the old man with some melancholy, "but if this course continues, Francis will sooner or later suffer a famine." ”

It turns out that someone is already aware of the problem.

Eli sat on the ridge, unconcerned that the dirt stained his expensive and clean clothes. He held the fruit Kaye had given him in his hands, and the young guard, a water-based affinity magician, washed him clean with a balloon.

The fruit is delicious, with a crunchy texture, a bit like a mixture of apples and peaches, and is said to have been picked by the old man from the edge of a forest where demonic beasts often haunt it.

Two cards that no one else could see were listed in front of Eli's eyes.

[Card Caption: After using it, you will get ten potato tubers that you can use as seeds.] ]

[Card Caption: After use, you'll get enough sweet potato vines to grow a quarter of an acre.] ]

"Grandpa." "If there was a higher yielding crop, but you weren't sure it would grow on Francis' land, would you want to give it a try?" Eli said. ”

Dylan carried himself out for a trip to his youngest son, who was obviously wilting, and looked at the guards inquiringly.

The guards didn't know why, but Eli's interest had always been high, and they happily agreed with the old man about something. As a result, his mood was getting lower and lower on the way back, and Knight's attempts to tell him some interesting stories failed to make him happy again.

Knight is the freckled water magician.

"I want to go home." Eli buried her face in Dylan's neck and asked sullenly.

Eli looked at the thirty cards he had drawn on a whim on the way back, and was heartbroken: who would be happy when all but two rare cards were duplicate crop cards, hey!

He has a task to solve the famine, but how many crops are piled up is a bit outrageous, right?

The system was silent, it had sensed that Eli's luck was in the same vein as its host that was always out of the way, and perhaps the case it didn't want to mention when it bound the next host was about to be updated.

But fortunately, there is still one more rare card than Eli expected to eat the guarantee.

One of them is the Function Card: Flame Pillar.

[Card Description: The host will cast a high-level fire magic flame pillar without a spell within three seconds after confirming use, and the card will be destroyed after the cast is successful.] ]

This card is very useful, and the magic of this world is broadly divided into beginner, intermediate, advanced, and forbidden spell levels. According to what Eli knew, most magicians would never be able to perform a single high-level magic in their lifetime, and their power was evident.

If the next time he encounters a kidnapping or something, he can blast it over with a pillar of flames.

The other card is a little awkward.

Item Card: Night Elf King's Bow and Arrow.

[Card caption: Although the Night Elves have been banished from the continent, the Night Elf King's bow and arrows may be able to break the boundaries of space.] If you can draw it, then you can call it lucky. ]

He was really lucky, Eli thought expressionlessly, the magician couldn't be more lucky with a bow and arrow.