Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 26 Fertilizer and Seeds

As the frost giant's corpse was dragged away, the stench of blood on the battlefield finally began to dissipate.

But for Louis, the real goal of this operation had only just begun: to mine the magic marrow ore.

Magic marrow, as the core material for explosive alchemy, is extremely rare.

Even in the entire Northern Territory, or even the entire Ironblood Empire, such mineral deposits are extremely rare.

Fortunately, this mineral deposit was buried very deep, so it had never been discovered before, otherwise it wouldn't have been Louis's turn.

Moreover, without the guidance of the daily intelligence system, Louis would never have been able to find it.

The knights stood guard on the outskirts, while a group of villagers, armed with pickaxes, gloves, and simple protective gear, slowly entered the mining area and began to carefully begin mining.

Shovelful after shovelful of rubble was dug away, and with a crisp "clang," the deep purple crystal hidden beneath the mineral layer was finally revealed.

It was a mineral that emitted a faint glow and exuded mysterious energy fluctuations.

“Take a small portion first, and adjust the magic soil formula according to Hilko’s suggestion,” Louis instructed. “The rest will be sealed away for now.”

He did not rush to order large-scale mining.

After all, this requires professional personnel; mine tunnel reinforcement, mining technology, and gold refining are all tasks that cannot be easily solved.

In a letter he had previously sent to his father, he had specifically mentioned this need.

If the father is willing to send someone to assist, that would naturally be the best-case scenario.

Otherwise, Louis would have had to find a way to recruit experienced craftsmen from outside.

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The spring sun shines on the farmland of Chichao Territory, and a gentle breeze carries the fresh scent of new buds.

Louis stood on high ground, overlooking the land that was gradually coming back to life.

Just a few weeks ago, this was a barren field that had just been planted.

The rye has now sprouted, the potato leaves have emerged from the ground, and the turnip seedlings are swaying gently in the wind.

"It seems this year's harvest shouldn't be too bad." A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from afar.

Mick jogged over, looking somewhat uneasy.

Although he had successfully proposed, he had not yet formally informed the lord.

As a former slave, Mick still harbors a certain fear of his master.

Although he is now a free man, he still believes that marriage still requires the master's approval.

What if Louis doesn't want to? What if he doesn't approve?
These thoughts swirled in Mick's mind, making his steps heavier than usual.

However, before he could speak, Louis smiled faintly and said loudly, "Mick, congratulations on your successful proposal."

Mick was completely stunned.

He hasn't even said anything yet! How did the lord know?!

Shock, fear, disbelief—a mix of emotions churned within him, and he even subconsciously wanted to kneel down.

However, a fair hand supported him.

Louis frowned, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Mick, you're the agricultural supervisor now, stop kneeling all the time."

Mick snapped out of his daze, his eyes slightly reddening, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

But they were interrupted by a gift handed to them by Louis.

These are two smoked fish. They are tied together with a thin string, which is even tied in a crooked bow.

Mick was stunned.

“This is a congratulatory gift,” Louis said casually. “Although I’m a bit short on cash lately, I still think I should give a small gift.”

"..."

Mick clutched the gift tightly, his lips trembling, and finally, unable to hold back, tears streamed down his face.

He never imagined that he would receive such a blessing from the lord.

I thought I would have to carefully ask for the lord's permission, and that I might be reprimanded or even asked to pay some kind of price.

"Don't cry." Louis patted Mick on the shoulder. "Isn't this a good thing?"

Mick sniffed and nodded frantically, trying to calm himself down.

"Alright, calm down, I have something important to discuss with you."

Upon hearing this, Mick took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and stood up straight: "Please give your orders!"

Louis tilted his head slightly, gesturing for him to look behind him.

Mick instinctively followed the gaze, then his eyes widened suddenly, and he gasped.

Four enormous creatures lay dead beside the farmland, their mangled bodies riddled with holes, the frost-covered skin beginning to melt, revealing dark blue flesh.

“This…such a huge corpse…” Mick’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

“Stop staring blankly, I need you to process these corpses into fertilizer,” Louis said with a smile.

"Fertilizer?" Mick was so shocked he almost bit his tongue.

He had never heard of using the corpses of frost giants as fertilizer!

Louis's tone, however, carried a certain matter-of-fact quality: "The muscles of the Frost Giants are rich in minerals. If used properly, they might bring miraculous benefits to crops."

Mick's lips twitched, but his mind was already racing, trying to figure out how to deal with the four "fertilizer mountains".

But before his shock had completely subsided, Louis's next words made him tense up again.

“And this.” Louis took a small cloth bag from his pocket and solemnly handed it to Mick.

The bag contained half of the Frostblood Redberry seeds. Because they were so precious, Louis dared not take the risk and could only try cultivating a portion of them first.

The reason it was given to Mick was because the intelligence system had indicated that Mick possessed an amazing talent for planting.

Louis believed that if he were taught the planting methods, he would grow them several times better than Louis himself.

Mick quickly reached out and took it, carefully opened it, and saw that it looked like an ordinary fruit seed.

"This...this is..."

“The seeds of Frostblood Redberries.” Louis didn’t go into details, “Anyway, they are extremely precious, with a single seed worth several hundred gold coins.”

Mick's eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing became rapid.

One seed could buy hundreds of slaves like myself!
"This thing... is it going to be left to me to handle?" Mick's hands were trembling slightly, afraid that he might accidentally destroy these precious seeds.

Louis nodded and said, "These seeds are very rare and must be carefully cultivated. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me."

I've already had someone research a suitable recipe for magical soil, but it will take time. So your task now is to bury these seeds in ice and activate them.

"Okay, okay!" Mick quickly and carefully held the seeds. "I will take good care of them and will never let them get damaged in the slightest!"

Just then, a guard ran up and said to Louis, "Sir, the girl we rescued earlier has woken up."

(End of this chapter)