Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 505: Tao Yuanming in Another World

Rorschach also recalled the conversation with the miller, mentioning the contribution of increased grain production.

“What is the situation with the increase in grain production?”

"The stranger brought some holy water, saying that if the seeds were washed with it, the wheat would grow more. The villagers were skeptical about his words. Even the ones who believed him the most did not wash the whole field with water, but tried only a small piece of the field."

The village chief recalled, but then he murmured: "But this year, all the fields that were not watered by holy water had a good harvest."

Is it coincidence or has the contamination of the Mother Goddess spread?
Rorschach asked them to go to the granary to check the new grain.

"No need! I think we can't finish last year's food. This year's grain has all been used to make wine and is now underground." Old Merkle uttered another earth-shaking statement.

This shocked the lady: "Didn't I tell you to make wine from the old grain? And what do you mean by 'all'?"

"Well, they are all ground into flour to make bread, so what does it matter whether it's new or old? But making wine requires new grains, which will give it the aroma of wheat."

My god, your pursuit is so fresh and unworldly. Rorschach was also speechless. It was a pity that old Merkler had little culture, otherwise he would be a Tao Yuanming from another world.

The old man was not like this before. Maybe his mentality changed after he suddenly became rich. The burden of life was lifted in an instant. It cannot be said that he is elated. The old man would never bully men or women, but he seems very unreliable.

The village chief's focus was always on Rorschach's reaction: "Are you saying there's a problem with the food this year?"

"Go, have a look."

In the village chief's granary, Luo Xia saw the newly harvested wheat and the already ground flour. From his perception, a small amount of magic power was gathered with the piled up grain. However, the amount of magic power that exceeded the standard was very small, and even if he held it alone, he would not see any abnormality.

It was done very cautiously. It was very simple to verify the effect. Rorschach injected activity into the wheat seeds, and then they expanded rapidly. Soon the seeds that were on the verge of inactivation were forced to germinate and grow at an abnormal speed and posture.

"what is this?"

"Obviously a deformation." Luo Xia did not have the familiar wheat seedlings in his hand, but a bunch of deformed products that were withered and yellow, with swollen and curled rhizomes, and the parts that could barely be recognized as leaves were wrinkled.

The village chief's face changed, his stomach churned and he felt nauseous.

Rorschach was calm. Regardless of the old grain that the old Merkler family had accidentally eaten, even if it was new grain, its genome was so messed up that it would not grow if planted normally. This was much better than being able to pass it on.

In fact, the impact on humans after eating it is not significant. Foreign genes obviously cannot be digested by stomach acid and can then contaminate the genes of the eater.

The most important thing is that there is no divine pollution left, or to be precise, it is very small. The consequence of long-term consumption is contamination with distorted elements, which may increase the risk of cancer.

Are they still not daring to be too ostentatious? Compared with the previous generation of the sect, they are more low-key and cautious. It may also be that they will not let go until this batch of winter wheat.

Luo Xia reassured the old village chief, but the old village chief shouted: "Oh, but everyone in the village ate it."

"Not just the whole village. Maybe the whole area. And there's a new levy order. It's very likely that the grain will be sent to the front as military rations. As long as we don't plant this grain back in the fields, it's fine to eat it. To be on the safe side, both humans and livestock should eat it cooked."

Another thing is to solve the source of the mutation.

In the evening, the miller's loyalists arrived as scheduled. They all had cut sacks on their heads, recited a prayer from the Charity Society, and were then let into the mill.

The people in the mill began to conspire, with the miller taking the lead in discussing how to resist the tax. The way to resist the tax collection team was really simple. He wanted to offer sacrifices to the gods and ask for blessings: "With the blessing of the true gods, a few soldiers with guns will not be a problem! Even if you are shot, not only will you not feel anything, but you will become more courageous as you fight."

In order to verify his words, the miller went to the cellar himself. When he came back, he held a small bag of herbs and carefully picked out a little and inhaled it through his nostrils.

After inhaling, his whole personality changed. His eyes suddenly became bloodshot and his breathing became heavier.

Luo Xia, who was watching him, nodded and confirmed that it was a familiar product. Should we say that their production technology has not improved? If Luo Xia joined the underground cult, he would have been able to produce super pure products and developed various ways of ingestion for you.

The miller felt that the medicine was almost effective, and he panted and said, "This is the most basic blessing powder. Now if you guys hit me, I won't feel anything and won't get hurt at all. If you do as I say, there are more powerful powders than this. Find a pure girl to help me make the medicine, and get a few animals to sacrifice to the true God."

"I think we should stick to the old rules and ask the old Merkle family to provide the cattle, sheep and pigs."

"He didn't come? Or he's not sincere."

"No, no, no, Merkler is just confused for a moment. We should help each other and guide him back to the right path." The effect of the medicine took effect on the miller, and he drooled, "As proof that he is on the right path, you can persuade him to send his little daughter to the mill."

The villagers hesitated. Although they believed that the true God could bless them with abundant crops, they knew in their hearts that this foreigner was not a good person. It was fine if he cheated the old Mekler family out of their money, but they couldn't bear to cheat his daughter. And he had a son who was a wizard.
During the brief silence, one of the villagers suddenly spoke up: "Sir, is the powder really as magical as you say?"

The miller was obviously in a state of excitement. Seeing the villagers looking at each other in bewilderment, he shouted, "Are you still questioning me now? Come on! Hit me and see. Hit me! Hit me as much as you want!" He took out a dagger with a fierce smile, "I'll let you hit me, you questioning me. You'd better knock me down with one hit, otherwise you'll have to save an animal for sacrifice!"

Is there such a requirement? If he had not joined the cult, he would be a dedicated salesperson who is willing to prove the efficacy of the product himself.

As soon as the miller finished speaking, a figure punched towards him at an unrecognizable speed. The kerosene lamp in the mill flickered in the wind of the punches, and it was during this flickering gap that a punch hit the miller's body, and a terrible thing happened.

He was beaten directly into the cellar, and there was only a dark hole left where the man had been.

"Huh?" "What happened?" "Who hit him?" The villagers in the mill were suddenly panicked.

"It's not me." Rorschach wiped his fist with a towel, then simply jumped into the hole in the floor to check: "That man is dead!"

"Dead?" The people in the room no longer cared about other things, such as the strange young man. They were all terrified.

I'm not dead yet! The miller, who was deliberately left alive by Rorschach, struggled in the dark cellar, but he could not move or make any sound. The young man who attacked him got up, found a ladder and climbed back to the first floor of the mill. The miller thought he could escape while the young man was away from him, but he didn't expect that the imprisonment was still unbreakable.

Rorschach, who had climbed up, gave everyone some advice: "Now we can't see each other's faces clearly and can't recognize each other. Why not burn this place down with fire and treat it as if the matter is over and no one has ever been here.

"As for whether the miller was accidentally burned to death in the burning mill, we know nothing about it. Since we don't know who did it, everyone is responsible; if everyone is involved, then no one is responsible, understand?"

"How can you not recognize him? I can recognize his voice. No, who are you? His voice sounds familiar but I can't match it with anyone in this village." A fool, who hadn't figured out what was going on, was hit on the head by a villager next to him.

The villager who interrupted the fool nodded quickly: "This little brother is right! Light a fire, and then everyone should leave quickly."

Rorschach volunteered to stay and light the fire. Just as the others took ten steps, tongues of flame instantly shot up into the sky, scaring everyone so much that they ran back to their homes in a sweat.

He himself returned to the cellar, and in the firelight, like a devil from hell, he easily picked up the miller and said, "I have had enough fun, and now my patience is exhausted. So tell me everything you know."

That night, there were many murders in the town and the nearby big city, and many houses caught fire. The fires were very precise and did not spread to any place.

(End of this chapter)