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Chapter 191 Mother Earth is fooling you

By the small river outside the town of Gilneas, a large group of cows were washing clothes with their butts sticking up.

The clan leader Gareth was also among them, personally picking up a knife and rubbing a piece of soap that had just been "refined" on the linen clothes...

"Oh, it's coming out. There are lots of bubbles and dirty water."

Gareth looked at the black water flowing out of the linen clothes he had just rubbed, and his face was full of embarrassment: "Are the clothes so dirty? I didn't know it before I used the laundry soap, but I found out that the washing water is all black."

"Your Majesty's alchemy is amazing." A bull scratched his butt and said, "The most amazing thing about this alchemy is that it doesn't require magic power."

“It’s fun.”

"I'm already looking forward to the beet harvest! Then we can learn the technology of refining sugar from beet rhizomes."

"Oh, it's so touching just thinking about it."

While the cows were happily playing with the laundry soap.

Ace also brought his group of believers, washing clothes in another place in the river. They were different from the Bulls. When they came across a good technology, they would not just learn it for fun, but would think about how to use this technology to benefit themselves.

This is the talent of the human race!
Self-interest

Ace had already activated this top-level talent without realizing it. He looked at the soap in his hand and said, "Everyone, since we fled from Sunset Town to Gilneas Town, we have been relying on the King's relief to survive. We originally wanted to open up some wasteland and grow some beets, so that we can make a comeback this fall. But now, we have the opportunity to make money in advance to make a comeback."

Believers: “Making soap?”

"Yes!" Ace said seriously, "This kind of soap doesn't require magic power, anyone can make it, and its raw materials are also very simple, all of which we can easily obtain."

"We can buy animal fats from werewolves and catmen. Then we can get limestone from the nearby stone mountains!" Ace said, "We should build a soap-making workshop. A small workshop that only needs four or five people to operate will be enough."

"Then, you can use the alchemy that His Majesty the King taught us to make laundry soap." Ace: "When Adrian leads a caravan here next time, we can sell these laundry soaps to him and make some money from them."

Religious fanatics also need money!
The expressions of the believers also changed. The human species' innate talent, "selfishness", was aroused in everyone.

Ace: "The Dark God gave us money as a gift so that we can buy happiness in this world. Only those who try their best to make money, save money, and donate money to the church will be allowed to make the most money by the Dark God!"

Believers: "We understand. We need to work hard to make money and donate it to the church. Then we can make more money and donate more to the church."

Ace smiled, "Yeah, that's it."

The believers howled and rushed out to dig limestone.

Ace turned to the two nuns and said, "Although they are enthusiastic, they can't even read. All their work requires your guidance. Go and lead them to make money."

The two nuns nodded: "Die scum, die scum!"

Ace had just finished giving the order when he turned around and suddenly discovered that a dozen or so minotaurs had, at some point, reached the beet field planted by the Dark Church.

The Dark Church used a micro-tillage machine to cultivate nearly 100 acres of land, all of which were planted with beets. The scale was huge, and everywhere you looked, you could see dense beet leaves.

The minotaurs stood at the edge of this large field, pointing and talking inside the field, looking as if they were about to cause trouble.

Ace was very anxious, and he quickly jumped over and stood in front of the cows: "What are you doing? This is our beet field." Gareth scratched his butt: "Oh! Don't worry, we won't hurt them, we just hope they can mature quickly so that we can learn how to use their roots to make sugar."

Ace: "There's no point in being anxious. You can't force things to grow faster, right? They won't mature before the time is up."

As soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly woke up and thought of something.

Sure enough, Gareth grinned and said honestly, "We are druids. We can speed up the growth of plants. If you allow, we can make this piece of beets mature earlier."

Ace was delighted: "100 acres, such a large area, you..."

"All of our druids are going out together," Gareth said. "Everyone wants to learn the alchemy of making sugar from beets as soon as possible, so everyone is willing to provide help for free."

Ace almost laughed himself crazy, but his long career as a charlatan made him laugh wildly on the inside, but he looked calm on the outside: "Well, since you are so eager to learn, the God of Darkness is also happy to help you. The God of Darkness said: Learning is like a string. Only when it is pulled tightly and plucked by the sun and the moon can it produce more and more beautiful music."

The two parties reached a consensus!

The Tauruses immediately took action.

More than twenty druids from the Thick Hoof Tribe went out in front of the beet field of the Dark Church, muttering spells.

Their spells are called [Nature Magic] and use the power of nature.

"Mother Earth is fooling you!"

【Crazy Growth】

Green light emanated from the druids and drifted towards the farmlands.

These green lights are all natural magic. They are attached to the sky above the entire beet field, nurturing all the beets with the power of nature.

The beets were invigorated, raised their heads sharply, and greedily absorbed the natural magic.

Next, the entire beet field accelerated as if in fast-forward motion.

The beets are desperately sprouting branches, opening leaves, and growing taller and bigger...

Not until the druids' magic power was completely exhausted did the beets finally stop their crazy growth and return to their normal growth rhythm.

"Phew, I'm so tired." Gareth squatted on the ground with a fart. His butt seemed to be a little itchy, but it was inconvenient to scratch it while sitting on the ground, so he rubbed his butt on the ground a few times, twisting it madly: "Our magic power is exhausted, so we'll stop here today. After we have a full meal, a good sleep, and replenish our magic power, we'll continue tomorrow."

Ace asked eagerly, "After doing this, how many days will it take before the beets can be harvested?"

Gareth glanced at the beets and chuckled, "Ten days, maybe? Ten days will ensure they're all ripe."

Ace roared in his heart: Great! Ten days, I have to use these ten days to ask His Majesty the King to teach us the alchemy of sugar making. Hahahaha, my church is finally going to earn its first activity fund.

With funding, we can really take off.

(End of this chapter)