Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

Alisa is thirteen this year and will be fourteen next year. According to Ilufa's inference, the Holy Empire will send people to the island next year. If that bastard comes...

Linde must be dealt with within a year!

While waiting for Ilfa to come over, the refugees outside the fence saw the camp in front of them, and a glimmer of hope shone from their numb and desperate eyes.

After seeing Ilufa appear, the refugees fell to their knees one by one, shouting "My Lord!"

This group of refugees also escaped during the chaos when Dundalk was broken, so they all knew that Ilufa fought to the last moment to protect the city.

And this lady was standing right in front of him at this moment, and it felt like seeing the savior appear.

With the previous experiences, Ilufa was already used to being treated with such courtesy by the refugees. After a brief exchange, Ilufa ordered the fence to be opened and let the group of people in.

Lind counted them, fortunately, there were only twelve people, not too many, and the food was enough to sustain them for the time being.

After accepting the food brought by the new beastmen, Lind estimated that with the harvest from hunting, he could probably hold out for another month.

We must find a way to solve the food problem.

"Thank you for the food. Please tell Shaman Luge that if possible, please provide us with some more food in half a month. We will repay you." There was no other way, so Linde could only bite the bullet and ask the new beastmen for help.

"This... I will pass it on to the Shaman." The other party was a little embarrassed, but finally agreed to Linde's request and said he would pass it on.

It’s not easy for either side, Linde sighed.

The twelve people were registered as before, and then food was distributed and the three regulations of the camp were announced. Surprisingly, these twelve people were all hunters, hunting for the lord. In the past few days, they survived by hunting and digging wild vegetables.

This was a good thing too, at least Schnee didn't have to rely on hunting alone.

However, neither hunting nor the support of the new beastmen is a sustainable long-term solution. If you want to completely get rid of the food crisis, there is only one way.

Reclaim the wasteland! Farm the land!

Let's put magic research aside for now! Let's cultivate the land first! I can't sleep well without cultivating ten acres of land!

The Chinese time traveler's obsessive-compulsive disorder of running out of food began to set in.

After telling Ilufa about his idea, Ilufa was a little confused. Now the threat of Chaos Beastmen was imminent. Would it be useful to open up the wasteland at this time? Although he didn't know how to farm, the harvest of grain would take at least March or April, right?

Finally, Linde convinced Ilfa. Since we all know that it takes time for the food to mature, we cannot delay any longer. Otherwise, by the time the Chaos Beastmen eat us, we will starve to death first.

The order to open up wasteland was quickly issued, and serfs with farming experience were recruited. There was no shortage of them, as most of the people wrote down their farming skills when they registered.

When it comes to agriculture, Linde is a complete layman. He only knows that the main components of fertilizers are nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium, as well as compost, American yellow grass and so on. Therefore, Linde plans to study the planting methods of these serfs first, and then see what he can do.

However, looking at Ilfa's expectant eyes, it was obvious that he regarded Lind as someone on the same level as a certain blue fat man.

The serfs were flattered to be given the right to choose the site for the reclamation. After a discussion among the slightly older serfs, they finally chose a clearing where all the trees had been cut down.

Since most of the trees here had been cut down, clearing the land was much easier. Lind asked Elisa to cover the remaining weeds and tree stumps with fire and completed the burning process directly.

After the burning was completed, the serfs took their tools and began to divide the area, turn the soil, and clear the rocks. Everything was in order.

As for the seeds for farming, we have to take out the carriage that Lind just traveled through.

"How is it? Are these seeds usable?" Beside the carriage, Lind watched the farmer in front of him checking the seeds.

These seeds were brought by Lind when he was collecting supplies from the convoy just after he crossed over. At that time, he instinctively felt that they would come in handy in the future.

"Respected sir, I am happy to tell you that these seeds can be used." After checking for a while, the farmer in front of him, who looked to be in his forties but was actually just in his early thirties, said excitedly. "These seeds are full and in good condition. The original owner should have screened them. They are all excellent seeds, enough to grow very good crops."

"Yeah, yeah." Linde nodded with satisfaction. "Then how soon can we harvest?"

"Well..." The old farmer thought for a moment, lowered his head to touch the soil, and then looked up at the sky. "If the weather is good and there is enough rain... about four months."

Four months... is a bit long.

But Linde also knew that farming could not be rushed. Four months was four months. It was better than nothing.

(Ahem~) The voice of Mother Earth sounded in Lind's mind. (Why not ask your mother?)

Chapter 87 Mom!

"Haa~!" In the farmland that was being cultivated, as Katie swung the hoe vigorously, the fertile soil was turned over.

Agriculture, especially early agriculture, is completely a physical job. Whether it is plowing, sowing or watering, it is very physically demanding, especially plowing, turning over the entire farmland's soil. Just imagine how tiring it is.

In order to save physical strength and improve work efficiency, agricultural livestock were born. Agricultural livestock can be roughly divided into three types: those for work, those for eating, and those for both work and eating. Cows are obviously the type that are used mainly for work and secondarily for eating.

The camp had just started and the original city had been burned down. Obviously, there were no oxen left. But at this moment, there were two other oxen plowing the fields with an efficiency far exceeding that of ordinary humans.

It's just that the way of plowing the land is a bit strange.

In the farmland, all the farmers looked at Katie plowing the land in bewilderment. They knew the important role of cattle in plowing the land, but this was the first time they had seen cattle plowing the land like this.

Whose cow plowed the field with a hoe?

"Huh~" Soon, Katie plowed the land along a line. The new beastmen are different from humans. They are almost at the level of civilization of gathering tribes. Not only because they are backward, but also because they don't need it. Unlike humans, the new beastmen can get their food directly from nature. For example, when a minotaur is hungry, he can eat grass directly, which is obviously impossible for humans.

Katie still feels quite new about agriculture, especially what Lind said about the efficiency of food acquisition.

"Hmm?" After a short rest, Katie was ready to continue working, but found that her sister had stopped and was staring at the edge of the farmland not far away.

"Sister, are you tired?" Katie asked. "If you are tired, take a rest. I will take care of the rest."

Although they are sisters, Kitama's physical strength is obviously not as good as Katie's. The younger sister thought that her elder sister was tired, but Kitama did not answer.

Katie was a little confused and looked at her sister carefully. Her eyes were confused, her cheeks were slightly red, and her breathing was a little rapid.

Katie was very familiar with this feeling, and it was not just because she was tired from work.

Following her sister's gaze, Katie immediately understood what was going on.

"The breath of the Earth Mother..." Kitama was looking at Linde beside the farmland. Although there was a distance between them, Katie immediately understood the reason for her sister's behavior, because she would soon become like this.

Ever since Lind was blessed by the Mother Goddess of Earth, he has been emitting an aura that has a strong appeal to the new beastmen, and he has become even stronger since the day the camp landed.

Whenever Lind communicated directly with Mother Earth, the aura on Lind's body would suddenly increase, making the new beastmen instinctively want to get closer and feel the aura of Mother Earth more.

Just as Katie was about to walk over subconsciously, Kitama grabbed her sister's hand and shook her head gently at her.

So the two sisters, as if to vent their anger, smashed the ground with the hoes in their hands even harder.

At this moment, Linde was standing next to the cultivated farmland, communicating with the Mother Goddess of Earth.

(Ask about my mother?) Lind was stunned. (My mother died when I was two years old.)

(…Sorry.) After a brief silence, Amora continued. (I mean your current mother.)

(My current mother? Kitama or Ilufa?) Linde pretended to be stupid.

(When did you have so many mothers?) Amora laughed strangely. (It’s me! It’s me! My lovely son of God!)

(Oh, that's how it is.) Lind stared with dead eyes. (Then what do you want me to ask you, mom?)

Linde didn't understand why the Mother Goddess of the Earth claimed to be his son.

I'm so tired, so alone

(Are you worried about food?) Amora laughed.

(Yes.) Lind nodded. (The number of residents in the camp is increasing, Chaos Beastmen are approaching, hunting has been seriously affected, and the support of new Beastmen is limited, so the food problem is serious.)

(If we start sowing now, even without considering animal damage, climate issues, etc., it will take at least four months to harvest the first crop. I am worried about this.)

(Hehehe~) Amora hummed a few times with pride, and Lind's mind automatically appeared the image of his mother with her hands on her hips. (Son, have I forgotten what kind of god your mother is?)

(Mother Earth…) At this point, Lind suddenly realized. (You mean, you have a way to solve the food problem!?)

(Of course!) Amora said proudly. (Do you want to know?)

(think!)

(Calling mom.)

(mom!)

(...Call the two shamans next to you.) Linde's call was so direct that Amora lost the intention to continue and directly asked Linde to call the two shamans over.

Soon, two new Beastman Shamans, Thrall and Fran, were called over. One was shirtless, revealing his lumpy flesh, while the other was still dressed as a blasphemous nun.

"Your Highness, you called us?" Sal, who was doing farm work, asked respectfully.

"The smell of you..." Fran, like a nympho, kept twitching her nose at Lind.

The breath of the Mother Earth has a strong attraction to the new beastmen, but it seems to be limited to females and has little effect on the male Thrall.

"It's like this, Mother...Mother Goddess of Earth is looking for you." Lind directly let Amora communicate with the two of them directly.

Upon hearing this, the two shamans closed their eyes and began to communicate with the Earth Mother. Seeing this, Lind was a little curious, why didn't the Earth Mother communicate with them directly? It would save a transfer.

Both shamans closed their eyes and communicated with the Mother Goddess of Earth. Soon, embarrassed expressions appeared on their faces.

After a while, the communication seemed to be over, and the two shamans opened their eyes and looked thoughtful.

"How is it? What did Amora say to you?" Lind asked anxiously. Because he was too anxious, he subconsciously called the name of the Mother Goddess of Earth.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with this." Fran spread her hands and shook her head, indicating that she was powerless. "My magic is related to animals, so I can't perform the new magic taught by the Earth Mother Goddess."

"And they are indeed mother and son, to be able to address the Earth Mother Goddess by her name."

Lind simply ignored the teasing from Fran behind him, and looked at Sal with burning eyes as he lowered his head in thought.

"Hmm..." Thrall pondered for a moment. "Although the magic that Mother Earth taught me doesn't quite fit my school of magic, I think I can give it a try."

"Oh? Sal, what school are you from?"

"Brutal," Sal replied.

Chapter 88 Need a Dog

Although it is not very clear what happened, from the words of the two shamans, it seems that the Mother Earth taught them a magical spell.

By the way, Linde also found out that Shamanism also has different schools. I wonder what the criteria are for division. Is it the same as magic?

What is the difference between divine arts and magic? Linde's curiosity was aroused again.

However, now is not the time to study the difference between magic and divine arts. Thrall immediately began to prepare the divine arts taught to him by Mother Earth.

After gathering all the seeds on a carriage, Thrall went back and brought his four totem poles. Seeing the old man carrying four huge totem poles by himself without even breathing, Lind once again had serious doubts about the positioning of the shaman profession.

So far, among all the Shamans I have come into contact with, only Fran meets my imagination of a fragile magic profession. The others can perform on stage without any warm-up.

After carrying the four totem poles over, Thrall inserted one into the ground in each direction of the carriage with his bare hands. The huge movement attracted everyone's attention.

Except for a few people who were taking a break, the others just took a look and continued to work. There are also points for clearing land, and the more you do, the more points you get.

After inserting four stone pillars into the ground, Thrall walked aside and began to cast a spell.

"Ah~" First there was a long cry. "The great spirit of power... No, nature... No, either, the spirit of plants, that's right."

The first spell was read wrong three times, causing Linde's mouth to twitch continuously. Can this still work?

Sal smiled awkwardly at Lind, indicating that it was his first time reciting the spell and it was inevitable that he would make mistakes. Then he continued to recite and jumped around the carriage.

"Ah~ May the great spirit of plants bring down a miracle and grant great power to your pious... No, grant it to these young seeds of life!"

As Sal sang and danced and occasionally leaned against the iron mountain, a green mist appeared from the ground directly below the carriage like evaporating water vapor and enveloped the entire carriage.

All the green mist penetrated into the seeds in the carriage and disappeared.

"Alright." After finishing all this, Thrall wiped the sweat off his head. "Your Highness, the magic has been successful."

Linde looked at Thrall expressionlessly. How could this spell succeed after so many mistakes?!

"Are you sure this worked?" Lind looked at Sal suspiciously.

"I'm sure." Sal nodded, then said uncertainly, "Probably..."

Linde rolled his eyes and asked Amora directly.

(Hey, Mom, did the magic just now work?)

(Of course it worked.) Amora said as a matter of course. (How could I, your mother, lie to you?)

(…The kind of spell that frequently makes mistakes?) Linde said in a gloomy voice.

(Don't worry about the details.) Amora's tone was a little awkward. (In any case, the magic must have worked. You'll know if you try it.)

After saying that, Amora went offline, not giving Linde a chance to ask further questions.

Since the Earth Mother Goddess said so, what could Linde do? He could only choose to believe it.