Teaching was forced to be suspended because the only student was worried about the test field, and the only teacher was in a trance with the students.

"I didn't expect you to really have a wood affinity." Sabia said dryly.

His sinister intentions are on full display in this sentence, he just wants to teach Eli a lesson, not a magic lesson.

"In fact, I haven't shown talent yet, teacher." Eli shrugged, a confused expression on his face, "Maybe it's just a blind cat running into a dead mouse — I mean, crooked." ”

Eli said as he praised himself in his heart that he had really taken a big step, and this kind of nonsense could now be said so smoothly.

This is not something that can be explained by a simple wood affinity. Eli's use of magic was so easy that he only turned a little paler after ripening an entire test field. Sabia always had a ridiculous premonition that Eli might be more special than they thought.

"Your eyes are about to fall into your seedlings." Sabia said harshly, his face strained, and he took two anxious steps in place, "Little Master Francis, your first lesson is over, given that you have mastered this simple spawning magic as soon as you arrived. ”

The simple two words accentuate the tone, and no one knows that Sabia is talking the opposite.

"Then I'm honored." Eli didn't care, he replied with crooked eyebrows, it was really honored.

Eli's performance caused Sabia to feel frustrated by a punch on the cotton, and he snorted loudly from his nose, looking at Eli with his head held high and his eyes hanging down in a less flattering gesture: "You'd better not try elemental magic in private, unless you want to come and carry a deadly magic overdraft." ”

Although Sabia always looks down on people, he is generally a good teacher.

Especially when Eli collapsed without warning.

"Damn," Sabia stiffly hugged the child in his arms with his eyes closed, "who is going to take him away." ”

Looking at his disgusted look, no one could have imagined that he had picked up Eli who was lying on his stomach like a shape-shifter when everyone didn't react.

Ulala surrounded a crowd of people, and Dylan bore the brunt of the attack, rescuing Sabia from fire and water.

In the more or less worried eyes of everyone, Sabia cleared his throat uncomfortably: "He's fine, it's just that the magic power has been overused, if you are lucky, you can wake up today, and no matter how bad it is, it will not exceed tomorrow." ”

Sabia glanced at Eli, who was obediently nestled in Dylan's arms, in a polite compliment of relief.

He is very good-looking, combining the strengths of Francis and Curtis. Unlike other aristocrats who grew up in a box, he was born with a gentle and refined wildness, and anyone could tell that he was born to be loved, and anyone could tell that he was from Francis, the land of freedom.

A noble, gifted, very special Francis.

The prophecy came true in a fraction of what no one had thought of, and Sabia hid the thought from his eyes, and he should have walked around with the old clichés who had been wise enough to protect themselves.

Maybe it was really bad luck, or maybe it was the magic overdraft that hurt the root of the problem, and Eli lay on the bed for two days before waking up.

"Little master!" The head maid said excitedly, and she hurried to meet her, gently picking up Eli, who was struggling under the soft quilt, "You're finally awake." ”

Eli rubbed his aching temples, as if a feeling of powerlessness rooted in the depths of his soul filled every inch of his body. He couldn't help but suspect that Sabia's previous statement that his magic was like that of an evil dragon was just a scene—otherwise there was no way to explain why he still fainted at every turn.

Hearing this lovely question, the head maid covered her mouth and laughed deliciously. She is an adult woman with a girl's unique coquettishness, and she has never changed half a point even if she becomes an important official position like a maid chief.

"The magic power of the little young master is very strong, but the container that holds the magic power is still very fragile." The head maid explained, "Maybe the little master will grow up a little more." ”

"Children always grow fast." She affirmed.

Eli looked at his short hand and retorted in his heart: Not really.

"Alright, little master." The head maid expertly smoothed out every inch of the quilt, and she briskly fastened the silver button on the top of Eli's stand-up collared shirt, "The lord's wife is dining, and I promise Danya will surprise you." ”

"Wow-" The surprise that Danya brought last time was that she had figured out how to make cheese herself, and Eli couldn't help but look forward to it.

The maid is honest and does not deceive me.

When Eli saw the food on the table, Eli was eager to give Danya an award such as the Golden Shovel, the god of cooking.

In just two days of his coma, Danya actually made potato wedges and mashed potatoes with two names he inadvertently said!

Looking at the golden potato wedges with a slightly charred crust, and then at the creamy and silky mashed potatoes dotted with orange carrot granules, Eli was a little dazzled by the visual impact alone, not to mention the wonderful aroma of the sugar-oil mixture.

"Little Eli?" Phiria came running in surprise with the hem of her skirt, and she pulled Eli around in a circle, making sure Eli didn't look good except for his face, "Hungry, aren't you?" You see, Danya made the mashed potatoes and potato wedges you said. ”

"Is it delicious?" Eli asked.

"Of course! Yesterday Danya made some, and your father and brother cleaned up a table. ”

As if thinking of the father and son at that time for the last piece of potato wedges wrapped in garlic butter sauce, Firia smiled and picked up Eli with her slender arms and weighed it: "But no one robbed us today, right?" ”

Fortunately, there is no saying in this world that you should eat lighter after a serious illness, Eli bit the potato and cried bitterly in his heart: it is so delicious, it would be better if there was Coke.

Without a doubt, the meal, which could not be said to be breakfast or lunch, was the happiest Eli had ever eaten since he had crossed.

Thanks to the Lord God and the gacha system, Eli sincerely thought that he hoped that next time I could draw an ice coke.

Phiria watched gently as Eli ate quickly and gracefully, and chatted with him without hesitation: "The gardener, who is well acquainted with you, took the guards and servants to dig up the potatoes and sweet potatoes. ”

"Flo." Eli reminded, "She's Danya's husband. ”

"Oh, yes, Flo. They laid out the dug potatoes and sweet potatoes on the ground, from the test field to the castle gate, and looked like a yellow and red cloth from a distance. Firia pondered for a while, then found a very vivid keyword, "The largest is probably the size of little Eli's head." ”

This description was so amazing that Eli was momentarily shocked, choking on the mashed potatoes in his mouth and bending down to cover his mouth and coughing. Firia hurriedly patted Eli's thin back, and the head maid brought a glass of fuchsia cloudy juice at the right time, and Eli poured a big sip, barely relieving herself.

Bending over and coughing, Eli's eyes and the tip of his nose were a little bloodshot and red.

"So big?" Eli was shocked.

Potatoes bigger than a head, is this magic? This is supposed to be an aggregate of radioactive elements, right?

Firia replied in the affirmative.

Eli instantly rose to the danger of creating magic in every field.

It is not a dream to produce 10,000 catties per mu, Francis leads the people to rejoice and run to the well-off, and famine will become an eternal false proposition.

Of course, this is on the premise that Eli is as diligent as a perpetual motion machine and treats all the people as his pendants. Eli regretfully abandoned the idea and instead cared about the yield of his own test plot.

"How many potatoes and sweet potatoes did I grow in my test field?" Eli asked eagerly.

However, Firia shook her head: "I don't know. ”

How could Phiria not know that Eli would be nagging to the test field every day tomorrow hoping that they would grow up quickly, and no matter how dull anyone was, they would know that they would be weighed at harvest time.

"Little Eli," said Firia, smiling at Eli's big sparkling eyes, "you seem to have grown something amazing." ”

Eli suddenly realized a missing question: what would happen to the sweet potatoes, which had already doubled the yield of the native crop, with the blessing of magic?

The answer is that it will attract the attention of any ruler, especially in a barren territory that has been recognized as a famine.

Like Francis.

Eli asked, "Father probably won't confiscate my test field, right?" ”

"Dylan is a very forgiving father," Phiria touched the top of Eli's head, saying cruel words that were the opposite of a gentle smile, "so he didn't confiscate your test field, only half of the crop." ”

In fact, the sweet potato has had a greater impact on the land than Eli and Firia had imagined.

When the orange-eyed guard recklessly rushed into the room, Dylan was holding his child and listening worriedly to the doctor's instructions.

Dylan's eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the guards breaking in, this is not a place where a soldier should break in.

"Your Excellency," the guard's lower lip twitched slightly, "please come out for a moment." ”

Dylan noticed that the guard was familiar, he was from a peasant family, and he had been valiant in the recent war, having beheaded the petty leader twice. Dylan remembered that he was supposed to be a cheerful teenager with a smile all the time, but his expression was so frightened that he looked like he had seen a ghost.

So Dylan gently put Eli into Phiria's arm and followed the guard to some secluded corner.

Dylan said in a deep voice, "Is there something wrong with you?" Guardsman. ”

"My lord, my parents are both commoners who cultivate the land," the guard said incoherently, the tip of his nose soaked with fine beads of sweat, his face pale, and a strange excitement, "In the best year I can remember, five hundred and forty pounds of white grass were produced in one piece of land. ”

"And then?"

The guard took a deep breath.

"The little master's experimental field is half of the potatoes and half of the sweet potatoes, and we don't even plant them closely."

"But they add up to more than five thousand pounds."

Dylan's hand shook violently.