"More than 60,000 tons."

Philos calculated, and the yield per mu was about 800 catties. The soil fertility in the wizarding world is not good, and there is no such thing as compost fertilization, but because of the strong magic, whether it is crops or weeds, the rise is very good.

"From this day onwards," commanded Philos, "my men shall have three meals a day, and each person shall not be fed with weeds, and if it is of a thickness—let it be as follows." Philos pointed to the side of the mashed potatoes with milk and spices, which looked like mush and soup, and looked a strange color.

The butler was a little anxious: "My lord's words—" It's too wasteful! It doesn't cost much to buy a slave, and the money to raise a slave is enough to buy a lot of money!

"Because I'm my lord." Philos looked at him expressionlessly, "Any comments?" ”

The steward is not the same as the slave or the servant, for he is a transcendent being, and the standard of three meals a day is higher than that of all the slaves here combined! is also a slave, and the housekeeper even has a monthly salary, and the reason is very simple, he is extraordinary.

Therefore, the housekeeper does not have the feeling of "hunger".

How dare the housekeeper have an opinion? He immediately lowered his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Lord. ”

Philos had no appetite for these strange things, and gave them all to the servants again, and turned and left.

The male and female servants were not as excited as they imagined, but one by one they were uneasy, and some even wiped their tears: "Are we going to be sold as two-legged sheep?" ”

Selling two-legged sheep is a very profitable business, slave meat is less, but it is more tender than Warcraft meat, orcs and demons like "fine skin and tender meat" humans, an old man of 10 copper sold to the territory of orcs and demons even has 3 silver coins! The profits are huge!

But the slave trade in the Empire only stipulates "between countries", and it is a crime to trade human beings with orcs, demons, and even the Terrans of other empires!

In the past, there was a large international slave smuggling black market in Dayak City, and Dayak City once relied on its prosperity, but with the erosion and expansion of the endless plains, the smuggling gangs also ran away, and Dayak City also declined.

"You're going to be sold, who is going to waste money to give you a good meal!"

“…… Oh yes. ”

Although the lord said that all the food was divided as a reward, there were only a few that could be used by ordinary servants.

Magical ingredients contain magical power, and ordinary people will starve to death because they can't digest it. So the butler naturally took all the good things away, and the rest was left to their ordinary servants.

But even then, the servants ate with a blush of happiness on their faces.

Eating delicious food and even tasting rich spices, some servants couldn't help but sigh: "Your Excellency Lord is really merciful!" ”

Her words were exchanged for the other people's nods: "I hope the lord never leaves." ”

The housekeeper didn't even have time to worry about "whether the lord was dissatisfied with him", so he immediately opened a warehouse to get grain for the cook to give to the slaves, and also asked his henchmen to send a message to the manor.

In general, slaves ate at nine in the morning and two in the afternoon. When you get up in the morning and finish your work, you have to eat again, and you have to work again in the afternoon before you get off work, and you resolutely don't let the slaves have nothing to do when they are full! As for the slaves fainting from hunger at night, that's not their business! It is indeed a matter of Guan Supervisor who has no strength to faint at work, but as long as he whips a few times, he will naturally wake up!

The entire castle was busy because of Philos's order, and Philos, who returned to the room, was not hungry, but still took out some food from the space backpack.

【Barbecue (Purple)】A delicacy made from level 300 dragon meat and several spices roasted in hellfire, mana +10w, HP +10w, mana recovery speed +10% (3 hours), strength *20% (1 hour).

The texture of the yakiniku in the game is no different from that of lamb skewers, but after it is realized, the roast dragon meat becomes much more delicious!

The 300-level purple quality barbecue, of course, the spices on it are also 300-level materials, and the complex and stimulating flavor goes straight to the Tianling Gai, and the first bite is a little rushed, but then it is the aroma that explodes in the mouth.

Dragon meat is very chewy, coarser than the fiber of beef, but Filos has good teeth, but it looks like crunchy tendons.

It is a wonderful mouthfeel, soft and juicy on the tongue, but it needs to be chewed between the teeth, and the outermost layer of the skin and spices that are roasted by the fire are slightly crispy, but the inside has the rough taste of the dragon meat itself.

The cloud shuttle manta fish couldn't stand it just by smelling the aroma, and coquettishly surrounded Philos, rubbing his head gently against his waist.

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Philos divided him into a piece, and the amount of roasted dragon meat on a skewer was still not small, and the dice-like pieces of meat were about two centimeters long, a total of six pieces, which was a size that could be eaten very satisfactorily.

The cloud shuttle manta is obviously fascinated by this taste, and it can't wait to nibble on the kebab in its mouth, and it looks very happy when it flicks its tail around.

Philos ate thirty strings in a row before stopping, and then realized that the manta ray had not finished a piece until now.

"Hum......" The cloud shuttle manta ray buried its head in Philos's arms very aggrieved. He can still lick the seasoning and eat it, but the meat can't. The blood volume of the 300-level dragon-type monster is at least 500w or more, and the magic defense and physical defense are also high, although the dragon is dead, but where is the dragon's "physical fitness", only the 150-level cloud shuttle manta ray does not have the teeth to bite the meat and eat.

Philos can't help it, if it's a game, it's good, take the cloud shuttle manta ray to farm monsters, and with his liver degree, he can pull the fish to level 300 in a month at most, but this is not the real world!

"Play with you as a teether." Philos touched his head, the soft skin of the fish was like jelly, but it was more flexible than jelly, and the feeling of warmth was also great, "Shall I bake you some edible dragon meat?" ”

There is only one dragon heart for collecting a dragon corpse, but there is a lot of dragon meat, and there are at least ten pieces of dragon meat at the full level of collection, and the dragons that Philos brushed are too many to count.

Philos rummaged through the space backpack, and the ingredients from level 100 to level 150 were not too much—compared to the materials above 200.

His cooking skills have not reached the full level, just an ordinary level 120, but alchemy is a full level, how to deal with things at level 150 most appropriately, Philos is still very proficient.

The handling of level 150 ingredients must be at least level 160 fire magic, skillfully playing a nether fire, and sprinkling spices on barbecue.

Yuyu was not sad that he couldn't eat meat, and flicked his tail and wagged his tail in circles at Philos with a low sound in his mouth.

"Do you think you're a puppy?"

Although he said that, Philos obviously liked him for being coquettish.

There is almost no fat in the dragon meat, but a little dragon oil is frighteningly fragrant, and the clear grease drips on the fire, and with the sound of "zila" accompanied by white smoke, it immediately bursts into a burst of fragrant to the extreme.

The cloud shuttle manta fish didn't care about the meat and was wrapped in fire, so it swallowed it with a long mouth.

-49533-254621-53232 red damage rises, followed by a green +30000 to stabilize the health bar.

Fortunately, the pet's health bar is relatively thick, and Philos' fire is pitifully small, otherwise Philos would have to come up with a resurrection spell.

The cloud shuttle manta ray was still eating the dragon meat with a happy face, and it seemed that it was completely unaware that it only had bloody blood strips left.

Philos touched the stupid fish's head and used healing to fill it up with blood.

The furniture in the room has its own cleaning effect, whether it is smell or oil, there will be no residue.

After dinner, Philos was ready to go out. When he was in the world on the technology side, his body has been soaking in the real medical cabin, and it is the same whether he sleeps in the game or not, and he can't go offline anyway, so Philos has long been used to connecting his liver 24 hours a day.

The master bedroom has the best view, and the spacious balcony can even hold a small concert.

"Hum?" The cloud-shuttle manta fish poked its head out and looked at him curiously, its dark eyes reflecting the figure of Philos.

Philos is the Liver Emperor of Mo De's feelings, and he has never touched the naming function of the pet system, all of which are default race names. After all, no matter how intelligent the pet in the game is, it is only a fixed program, and although Philos is an Internet addict, he has a clear distinction between reality and fantasy.

Yes, it's not a game anymore.

Philos touched his head: "Yunshuo, take care of the house." ”

"Hum~" The cloud shuttle manta fish screamed happily.

Philos jumped, and the ghostly figure instantly melted into the night.

Chapter 7

Tantali is a rich and beautiful continent, but it has nothing to do with the slaves, because they are "objects" that can be discarded by their masters at any time.

The Yunalia Empire is a powerful empire on the continent, with many transcendents, powerful strength, and abundant resources!

But it also has nothing to do with the slaves.

Go to work in the fields before the sun rises, drink two meals of paste with more weed than flour and more water than weeds, and then go home after the next month.

Slaves had no entertainment, almost all of their time was occupied by labor, there was no "property", there was no "light", and there was no need for even the concept of time.

When the sun rises, it's time to go to work, and when the second month rises, which represents "bad luck and damnation", it's time to get off work and go back to rest.

Working, sleeping, that's all the life of slaves.

Even reproductive activities are not very needed, they are too tired, and when a person is so tired that he doesn't want to lift his fingers, reproductive activities become "torture".

The slaves did not even quarrel and fight, because there was no strength.

"The second month is coming!" The holy crescent moon faded away, and a purple shadow loomed.

There is a total of one sun and three moons in Tantali, with the sun dominating the "day" and the tritrileum dividing the "night" equally.

The first month is holiness, the second month is curse, and the third month is mysterious.

Humans can barely spend the second and third months in the wild, and the farm is within the shelter of Lanyavelli City, although there is also a great danger, but the chance of the monster coming here is small, so it is still very safe.

It's just that the second month is dark purple, not as good as the first moon. Without vision, the slaves would naturally be able to leave their work.

"Mom, I'm so cold." Slaves don't have such things as "home" or "house", if the farm has livestock, they can go to the livestock shed and squeeze the livestock to warm up, but Lanyavelli is close to the Sunset Mountain Range, where there are many monsters, and is afraid that domestic animals will attract monsters, and Lanyavelli is not allowed to raise domestic animals on a large scale.

The barn on the farm was small, and only the most powerful and combative slaves could grab a shelter from the wind and rain with their fists.

Even the thinner and weakest young man can grab a piece of land in the woods with his fists—the trees can bear the wind. But without a husband, father, and adult son, the old and weak, women and children can only sleep on the bare edge of the fields.

The land in autumn is not as dry as in summer, and the moist soil encroaches on the body temperature and the biting cold wind blows the flesh and skin unbearably.

But such conditions are already good.

In winter, the cold and hunger will swallow people up and turn them into irrational beasts that can do anything to survive.

"Come, come into Mommy's arms."

The slaves are not in good health, and their bodies are not strong, but because of the rich magic of the Tantali continent, even if they can't eat, sleep, or wear enough, they can live tenaciously like weeds - because they are not tenacious and die!

The "attrition rate" of slaves is very high, from freedmen to slaves, half of them will die in the first winter, and the remaining half will die in the second winter, and the slaves who can survive three winters will be taken away and trained to become transcendental.

This year is Avia's first year of slavery, he became a slave this fall, his father broke his leg, they couldn't make up the money for the priest's treatment, they lost the family's biggest breadwinner, and soon they became slaves because they couldn't pay their taxes.

The father died before he became a slave, because the nobility did not need a sick slave to avoid infecting a healthy slave.

So the slave owner killed him very simply.

Avia knew that her mother wanted him to survive the third winter, because that would show him what it took to become a transcendent. But Avia felt that he would not be able to survive until the first winter came.

Even though his mother would give him her share of food every day, he was still hungry. Mom must be hungrier than he is, Mom is so much older than him, does so much more work than he does, but eats less than he does.

In a few days, they'll be dead, right?

Avia cowered in her mother's arms, mother and son warmed each other, but their bodies grew colder and their brains stiffened......

"Knock-knock-knock-"

The bell of the assembly made everyone excited, whether they were asleep or not, whether their legs were shaking with hunger or their limbs were stiff from the cold, the moment they heard the bell, they immediately bounced up from the ground and ran to the meeting place as fast as they could.

Those who can be in charge are all transcendent without exception, and they don't care if they offend the steward, let alone dare to offend the transcendent!

"Your Excellency's order, there will be a meal at six o'clock in the morning, twelve o'clock at noon, and six o'clock in the evening." The stewards and the slaves did not look the same at all, they were tall and muscular, their skin was neither dark nor dusty, and even their clothes were clean and without a single patch.

In the past, they didn't even dare to stare at it secretly, but now no one is willing to look at the ground.

It smells so good! It's so fragrant!

The servants behind the steward carried many large wooden barrels, and the white smoke wafted out with a rich aroma, which hooked the souls of all the slaves.

There were no spices, no condiments, not even the most basic seasonings like salt and sugar, but a mixture of inferior potato flour and bran, with a mushy smell that almost burned off the heads of the slaves.