The Knight of Light plants the sun in the eternal night.

Chapter 92 Concentric Circles

Cultivating Oden is Leo's established policy; if Swamp Manor wants to grow stronger, cultivating light plants is essential.

More than ten trainee pastors are enough to meet the needs of the manor.

But what Leo wants is to grow fields of sunflowers, and even a sea of ​​sunflowers, so that the sunflower plants can bloom in every corner of the manor, attracting spirit insects and magical beasts. Then the priests will have to train more of them.

Once Odamp is promoted to a Tier 1 Priest, the output of the Spring Crystal Field will increase exponentially.

This greatly increases the number of sunflower plants that can be grown in sunlight.

"May you be promoted to Knight of Light soon, Oden."

"Yes, sir!" Oden patted his chest and assured him, "Oden will not let you down and will be promoted as soon as possible!"

Vanessa didn't come today.

After having lunch, Leo found Franken and said, "Go back to the town of Glowing. I've already spoken to the administrative office, and they'll be sending ten clerks to support the work of the Fortress Administrative Office."

"Ten clerks?" Franken exclaimed. "Leo, you really have a way with things!"

"If Administrator Falcao keeps making excuses, he should go directly to the Baron, and my father will teach Falcao a lesson."

"yes!"

Franken planned to go there early tomorrow morning, so he decided to take a break this afternoon and stroll around the manor with Leo.

"You and Miss Vanessa have already completed the underground hydrographic survey. I have roughly reviewed it and found that two waterways can be dug on the northwest and southeast sides of the manor, which will drain most of the water from the swamp."

Rio knew the location of the river channel clearly.

He suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Professor Franken, is it possible to dig a moat around the Swamp Manor? With two main waterways as the main channels, and two dry canals dug in the northeast and southwest directions, they can be connected to form a moat."

Franken thought for a moment and replied, "Of course, but the workload will increase considerably—fortunately, a clerk will be coming to help soon, and it shouldn't be difficult to assign tasks to Harrison and the others."

"Then it's settled."

Leo envisioned the future of the Swamp Manor.

The innermost part is Sunflower Castle, the outermost ring is Fortified Fort, the outermost ring is the Light Tree Fence, and the outermost ring is a moat.

With such protection, the shadow monsters simply cannot get in.

"It's like concentric circles." Leo even had the urge to rename the Swamp Manor to Circle Manor.

It was just a momentary impulse.

Circle Manor is no better than Swamp Manor.

As evening fell, large quantities of dark bread made in the castle kitchen were neatly stacked in baskets. Near the tents, campfires and large iron pots were everywhere, simmering with murky vegetable soup.

Thick soup with bread was the serfs' main meal.

Ramos directed his trainee servants to carry baskets and distribute black bread to each "production team," organized by tent.

The production team was a structure created by Leo, with one hundred people divided into a group, managed by a trainee knight. Work and meals were all done in production teams, with collective cooperation to prevent problems from arising.

"Yar with braids." Ramos looked at the list in his hand.

The manager-looking man with a braid, Yar, quickly stepped forward: "Mr. Ramos, I'm here. Our group has assembled."

"Is everyone here?"

"Everyone's here."

"Little Morris, distribute the black bread to the Yar group."

"Yes, sir." The trainee male servant began counting the black bread. One black bread could feed five adults for one meal. For a production team of one hundred people, only twenty black breads were needed, regardless of gender or age.

The freshly baked dark bread wasn't hard, and the kitchen had already made a slit in it, so it could be torn into five pieces.

"Don't let your hand shake, old smoker!"

"Don't worry, I'll tear it neatly. Even if Young Master Leo comes, he won't have a problem with it." In the group, a serf with a pipe in his mouth tore a piece of black bread evenly along the cut.

"It's missing! My dark bread is missing a piece!" another team member shouted. "Old Smoker, do you even know how to tear it? Give me the replacement!"

"Where is it missing, Little Mustache? Don't spread rumors!"

"I'm missing a corner here!"

"This is what bread looks like right out of the oven!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Keep your mouth clean!"

Just as an argument was about to break out, Braided Yar flicked his little braid at the front of his head, picked up his whip, and walked over: "What's all the noise about? Eat quietly, or I'll send you to the construction site to work overtime. You won't be sleeping tonight!"

Upon seeing the whip, the serfs quieted down.

They each ate their own black bread, without arguing about who got the better deal or who lost out.

On the other side, the old knight Rhodes dismissed the children who were following him in the knightly training course and let them go to have dinner.

Similar to the serfs' dinner, the children also had black bread and thick soup, but with an extra egg pancake, sprinkled with a little bit of rations.

"Kamov, how did you awaken your sense of energy? I've tried for so long, but I still can't feel anything," a child asked a boy of about twelve or thirteen. "I've memorized all the combat drills," the boy replied.

The boy said with a hint of arrogance, "I don't know either. It's a talent, not a skill that can be taught."

The more arrogant he was, the more children surrounded him, praising him to a high position.

Of course, some kids don't buy into his act and go to another circle, circling around the pretty young girl Sunny.

Sunny ate her meal quietly; it was hard to imagine that such a quiet girl harbored such violent fighting spirit.

"Sunny, Sunny!"

Several young serfs ran over from a distance, surrounded Sunny, and fawned over her, doing everything they could to please her.

just.

Sunny, who used to be enthusiastic towards the young serfs, is now becoming increasingly indifferent.

Soon, another person came over; it was a knight in armor.

"Sunny!" the knight called out.

The previously aloof Sunny immediately stood up and smiled sweetly: "Mr. Harden."

"Haha, I just came back from patrolling outside the manor. You're having dinner, but I'm still hungry. Could you make me dinner?" Harden ignored the young people around Sunny and invited her directly.

Sunny immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, it would be my honor to help Mr. Harden."

She wanted to put the dinner away.

Harden said directly, "Give it to the kids, let them eat more, and awaken more of their Qi."

"Your Excellency Harden, you are truly kind." Sunny readily agreed.

He immediately shared his unfinished dinner with the children in his class, and then left with Harden.

Several young serfs remained, their faces flushed red.

"Sunny is no longer someone we can pursue, is she?" After a long while, a young man said in a low voice.

"Look at her, she'd practically throw herself at Harden—we had to call in Leo for her back then to get him involved, otherwise she'd be dead already—"

"Why are we still talking about this? She has talent for cultivation; she'll be a knight-errant in the future!"

"Holy Light—why don't you look upon us?"

After grumbling for a while, the young men realized they had made a fool of themselves and quickly dispersed, thus ending the white night in the manor.

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