Lord blessed by the elves

Chapter 10 Destruction
"At the same time, during and after the reclamation, mobilize all available manpower in the territory, including women and children, to collect large quantities of dried weeds, fallen leaves, and discarded crop stalks! The more the better!"

“After the initial clearing of the wasteland is complete, spread the collected dry grass and leaves evenly on the newly cleared land, and then…” Kruse paused, his gaze sweeping over Buffel’s puzzled face, and explained, “Burn them! Let them burn fully on the surface!”

"The ash produced from burning is a natural potassium fertilizer," Kruze added, using the knowledge of this world to explain and increase credibility. "Once the ash has cooled, immediately organize people to thoroughly till and mix the ash with the burned topsoil!"

Kruse looked at Buffel, his tone becoming more serious: "Remember, the tilling and mixing step is crucial! This will utilize the nutrients in the wood ash to initially improve the barren condition of this dead land, laying the foundation for the more important steps to come! This is the task I'm assigning you; you must complete it efficiently!"

Finally, he added meaningfully, "Steward Buffalo, you are the man my father trusts most, and he has entrusted the rear to you for many years. Expanding the territory and restoring its fertility are precisely my father's earnest expectations for the land. I believe that you can, as you have for the past twenty years, live up to my father's expectations and accomplish this task well!"

These words were like a spring breeze brushing across a frozen lake!
The instructions were clear, specific, and easy to execute, and were in line with Buffalo's expertise in managing agricultural affairs and mobilizing manpower.

The claim that "wood ash is a natural potassium fertilizer" is simple, but it makes sense in the world, and Buffet felt that it was based on evidence and not nonsense.

The key affirmation and trust directly point out that "you are the person your father trusts the most" and "he has entrusted the rear to you for many years." This is the highest affirmation of Buffet's core values ​​and historical achievements!
By imbuing the task with meaning and expectation, elevating it to the level of "expanding territory and restoring soil fertility" and "father's earnest expectations," and reiterating "not failing the father's trust," the author cleverly and deeply binds Kruse's orders with Buffel's loyalty to his old master!

Butler Buffet's cloudy old eyes suddenly lit up!

The icy feeling of rejection was instantly dispelled by a warm current!
It wasn't that the young master didn't trust him; rather, he entrusted different important tasks to different people!
Wilstone was in charge of the secret weapons, while he, Buffett, was in charge of the fundamental, visible, and practical matters of the territory that best reflected his value!

Moreover, the eldest young master still remembers the master's entrustment and his many years of hard work!
"Yes, young master!" Buffel's voice was no longer hoarse, but filled with long-lost enthusiasm and the excitement of being recognized again. He stood up straight. "This old servant guarantees with his life that I will not fail your trust, sir, or your expectations, young master! I will definitely do a good job of clearing, burning, and tilling this wasteland! Just wait and see this dead land come back to life!"

Seeing the flame rekindled in Butler Buffet's eyes as he hurriedly turned to gather people and assign tasks, his efficiency even greater than before, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Kruze's lips.

The key to effective governance lies in a combination of kindness and strictness, with each person fulfilling their responsibilities.

In the shadows at the edge of the training field, Rezael was like a caged beast, his teeth grinding together in a furious rage.

He stared intently at the wasteland in the distance—watching Wilstone respectfully accept Kruse's orders and leave;

Watching Butler Buffet, after Kruse's words, regain his energy as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and go to organize the serfs to reclaim wasteland with brisk steps;
Looking at his former "useless" elder brother, whom he once looked down upon, now issuing orders and mobilizing the power of the entire territory like a true lord!
A raging fire burned wildly in Rezal's chest, threatening to consume him!
Especially seeing the butler Buffet's energetic appearance, he wished he could rush over immediately, grab the old man by the collar, and slap him hard twice!
"Old dog!!" Rezal roared in his heart, "Yesterday you were complaining to me, implying that Big Brother was incompetent, saying that I was the future hope of the territory! Saying things like 'Second Young Master, you are the real master'! And now? A few words from Kruze and you're wagging your tail and jumping on your heels to pledge allegiance?! You two-faced opportunist!" Jealousy, anger, and the shame of betrayal gnawed at his reason like venomous snakes.

He could no longer bear it. Taking advantage of the moment when the steward was hurrying through the back gate of the castle to fetch farm tools from the warehouse, he suddenly rushed out from his hiding place and stood in front of the old steward like a wall!

“Baffel!” Rezal’s voice trembled slightly with suppressed rage, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone. He lowered his voice and squeezed out the question through clenched teeth, “Explain yourself! What do you mean by this?! Yesterday… what you said to me yesterday, was it all bullshit?! Why! Why are you now listening to that good-for-nothing like a dog?! You betrayed me?!”

The old butler, Baffel, was startled by the sudden appearance of Rezal. When he saw the almost bursting resentment and madness in the other man's eyes, his wrinkled face was instantly filled with bitterness and exhaustion.

He let out a long, silent sigh, a sigh so heavy it seemed to carry all the unspeakable realities and helplessness.

He offered no explanation, nor did he avoid Rezal's murderous gaze. He simply looked calmly, with a hint of pity, at the young master, blinded by rage, with his cloudy old eyes, and spoke in a dry but clear voice the truth that shattered all illusions:

“Second Young Master…” Baffel’s voice was not loud, but it was like a cold awl, piercing Rezal’s heart. “Because… the eldest young master… successfully condensed his fighting spirit seed last night and is now a true apprentice knight.”

boom! ! !
This simple sentence, every word of it, was like a thunderbolt, exploding in Rezal's mind!

"Apprentice Knight..."

"He...broke through?!"

"How can it be?!"

The fierceness, anger, and questioning on Rezal's face instantly froze and shattered!
He felt as if he had been struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer, and he staggered backward, his face turning ashen white in an instant!
Those eyes, which had been burning with rage, were now filled with nothing but boundless shock, bewilderment, and disbelief!

"How is this possible?!" He finally screamed, his voice sharp and shrill from extreme shock, completely losing his usual arrogance. "That good-for-nothing! How could he possibly break through?! He clearly... clearly couldn't even condense a trace of Qi! He was clearly just..." The rest of the words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

(End of this chapter)