Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 110: A bumper harvest begins! Raise your hand and a golden wheat field appears

The moment the tea entered his throat, Damien felt a warm current flowing through his body, as if he was soaking in a hot spring. His body, which had been tired all day, suddenly felt much more relaxed.

At the same time, hallucinations appeared in front of him.

"Damien, I'm here to pick you up."

The gentle lady leaned over and held the little silver-haired boy tightly in her arms.

"How is it? Isn't this tea good?"

In the living room, looking at Damien who was in a daze, Harris said excitedly with a beaming face.

Now, you have to become a tea addict like me, a drunkard. Let’s see how you still have the nerve to scold me in the future.

"Mom..." Damien murmured unconsciously at this time.

The man who had been so smug just now suddenly fell silent, and the living room fell into deathly silence.

"How much is this tea per bag?"

Not long after, when Damien came back to his senses from the hallucination, he asked immediately.

According to his knowledge, this kind of exotic tea is no less than the legendary Southern Territory treasure, Twilight Tea, and its price is definitely a sky-high price that he cannot afford!

"Don't worry, a pack of this evening tea only costs one copper sole, which is about the same price as some alcohol."

Looking at the anxiety and worry on the young man's face, Harris rolled his eyes.

"One copper sol?"

Damien was shocked, he even suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Which merchant would be so kind as to sell such precious tea for a copper sole?"

After getting Harris's confirmation, the poet asked back in surprise.

"I heard it's a Clay merchant named Erkus. He founded the Dusk Guild on Dusk Street in order to become a Guild Lord. He probably sells tea so cheaply to gain fame."

Harris twitched his chin.

"I see." Damien finally understood.

Only for the sake of promotion would these vampire-like businessmen be willing to give up the profits that are within their grasp and show a little bit of their kindness.

"My dear son, please give me a few more copper sols. God knows when the price of Erkus will go up. It would be so sad if I couldn't afford such good tea then!"

Harris rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining as he looked at the slit in Damien's pocket where he kept his money.

This time, Damien rarely refused directly, but looked hesitant.

He didn't want to drink the tea, but he thought that buying some of such good tea and stockpiling it, and then selling it after the price went up, might be a way to make money.

"There's already a long line of people waiting to buy evening tea. If you don't buy now, it might be sold out in a few days. If you give me money now, I'll go to Sunset Street tonight and reserve a spot all night long!"

Seeing that Damien did not directly refuse, Harris continued to add, feeling that there was hope.

Hearing this, the poet made up his mind and finally took out the purse again with trembling hands.

"Remember, you must take the tea home after you buy it. If you dare to secretly drink it all or hide any of it, I will take Alyssa and leave Twilight City directly!"

Looking at Harris who took the purse with excitement, Damien said something harsh.

"Don't worry, as your father, how can I keep such good tea all to myself? I'll let Alyssa taste it when the time comes."

Harris said with a smile as he counted the coins.

I hope everything goes well. Damien thought worriedly as he watched the man leave the house.

Red Fox Castle.

Just as the sky was getting light, a carriage drove out of the castle in the dim morning light.

The horseshoes hit the stone pavement in the city, making a crisp clicking sound.

The driver was a young man with a thin face and a stern expression. Although he had just grown out of his childishness, he already had a sense of danger that could not be ignored, like a wild animal ready to hunt.

Those eagle-like sharp eyes made every passerby who looked at him look away in panic.

Because the roads were empty at dawn, the carriage soon arrived at the city gate.

"Get out of the car immediately. Please!"

The guards were about to check, but when they caught a glimpse of the fox head pattern on the carriage, they hurriedly made way and bowed in unison.

The carriage drove out of Twilight City and headed towards the endless wilderness outside the city.

"Your Highness, we have already left the city." The young man whispered to the carriage behind him.

Not long after, Xia Mingyu rubbed his sleepy eyes, lifted the curtain and crawled out of the carriage.

"How long will it take to get to Wheatfield Village?" he asked.

"Your Highness, it should take another three hours." Berg counted on his fingers and replied.

Since he became His Highness's attendant, he has been required to read and study, so he has now mastered some simple arithmetic.

"Berg, are you sleepy? This is the first time I've woken up so early recently."

Xia Mingyu took a deep breath, feeling the refreshing feeling of the cool dawn air filling his lungs.

He tried to use this method to wake himself up a little, but unfortunately his eyelids were still spinning and he could only squint to see people.

"Your Highness, when I was still in Fruit Basket Village, I would often set out on my journey before it was dark in order to return to the village on the same day after hunting."

Berg explained, still looking energetic.

As expected, don't compete with the working people to see who gets up earlier.
A hint of helplessness flashed across Xia Mingyu's face. He had set out this time primarily to test the effects of his newfound ability, a bountiful harvest.

There was no farmland in Twilight City for him to conduct experiments, so his destination was a village in Martha's territory that was famous for growing wheat.

There were many wheat fields there, allowing him to test his abilities to his heart's content.

"Your Highness, would you like to sleep for a while on my legs?" Anlia's gentle voice came from the carriage.

Because he had not brought her with him when he took Berg to visit Twilight City before, Xia Mingyu felt a little bad about letting a young girl stay in the castle all day, so he took the girl with him this time.

"Thank you, Anlia."

Resting his head on the girl's soft thighs and smelling the faint fragrance of virginity, Xia Mingyu soon fell asleep.

When the sun was high in the sky, pouring golden light onto the earth, the carriage finally arrived at Wheatfield Village.

"Master, we've arrived."

Berg wiped the sweat from his forehead and said respectfully.

"Thank you for your hard work, Berg." Xia Mingyu took Anlia out of the car.

The villagers who noticed the fox pattern on the carriage also gathered around under the leadership of an old man.

"Respected sir, I am the village chief, Macken. May I ask what brings you to Wheatfield Village? If you need anything, I will do my best to assist you."

The old man knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

His skin had long been tanned dark brown by the sun, as rough as old tree bark, his face was full of deep wrinkles, and there were a few strands of straw mixed in his messy hair.

After seeing him, Xia Mingyu inexplicably recalled a painting he had seen on Blue Star. The artist of that painting was hailed as the Miller of the East because of it.

"Take me to your wheat fields. You alone will be the leader. Let the others stay in the village first."

"Yes, my lord."

The village is not far away.

Countless green wheat seedlings sparkled in the sun, like a green ocean, gently swaying in the breeze.

The sunlight shines through the dense wheat leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground. A few butterflies fly through the wheat field, their gleaming wings as beautiful as musical notes.

"Sir, this is the wheat field of our village."

Although he was puzzled as to why this important figure riding in the Martha family's carriage came to see the wheat field, McKen still dutifully introduced it.

"McKen, I hope you can keep the following scene a secret and not tell anyone." Xia Mingyu said.

"I swear to the God of the Sun and Justice." Without any hesitation, McKen swore the oath.

Then, he saw the most shocking scene in his life.

The handsome young man in the black hat slowly bent down and placed his hand on the soft soil of the wheat field.

Wow!
The next moment, countless pitch-black flames erupted from the young man's body, engulfing him like a burning black torch, and the surrounding air began to vibrate!

The terrifying power frightened the old man so much that he stepped back repeatedly. Fortunately, he was supported by the young man carrying a quiver on his back and did not fall.

"A bountiful harvest."

As the young man's calm voice fell, under McKen's incredible gaze, countless emerald green wheat seedlings in the wheat field began to grow wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

rustling.

As if being stretched by invisible hands, the stems grow taller section by section, and the leaves also stretch out, greedily absorbing the energy of the sun.

When the wheat seedlings grow to more than one meter in height, the ears of wheat begin to emerge and quickly become full.

The wheat awns swayed gently in the breeze, making a pleasant sound.

Finally, the wheat ears turned completely golden yellow, and the wheat grains were so full that they almost burst through the shells, emitting a rich wheat aroma.

A gust of wind blew, and golden waves of wheat undulated in the fields, as dazzling as a flowing golden ocean.

"This is simply a miracle!"

The old man who had taken care of the wheat fields all his life collapsed to the ground with a thud, and Berg, who was supposed to support him, was also stunned.

Even Anlia, who was standing beside her, covered her mouth in surprise.

All three of them came from villages, had witnessed the suffering of famine, and had experienced the hardships of farming.

Therefore, one can imagine the huge impact caused by the scene where Xia Mingyu raised his hand and gave birth to countless golden ears of wheat.

"call"

Looking at the brilliant golden wheat fields in front of him, Xia Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just activated the "Good Harvest" skill, and had used up almost all of his magical power in one breath.

Magic power is also a manifestation of spirit, so using up all the magic power in one breath made him feel dizzy and head-heavy.

"Respected sir, are you the wise sage who brought new glory to the entire southern region?"

McKen suddenly knelt down in front of Xia Mingyu, looked at the few black hairs sticking out from under the brim of his hat, and asked excitedly.

Xia Mingyu did not answer, but just made a gesture to keep quiet.

"Find a few villagers, harvest all the wheat, and then weigh the wheat. Remember to ask them to keep it a secret." He said calmly.

Now, we should be able to measure the conversion rate between magic power and crops.

(End of this chapter)