Witch Troupe and the Undead

“My lord, we know better than you what a demon is, and how much it would cost to make a great demon go to this point.”

"...So, other groups of Hell Warlocks have gathered here, and they possess even greater abilities. Hmm...If you're not hiding something from me, then this group's actions weren't a premeditated scheme, but rather a sudden act?" That doesn't make sense. If it was a sudden act, why would they choose to attack that little knight?

"We did not find any trace of Hell's summoning within the city. As for outside the city, the area is too large to be thoroughly examined."

"Alright, I understand. Get out." The count waved his hand, signaling the woman to leave. After she left, Count Talos knocked on the carriage. "Follow her and see what her men are up to."

He sheltered these guys who claimed they weren't hell sorcerers, but simply demon scholars who studied demons. However, at least half of the nobles who considered doing so were just making excuses, since hell sorcerers were often quite useful to the nobles.

Whether it's exchanging blessings and power that the gods wouldn't grant through cruel blood sacrifices, summoning the power of demons to frame one's opponents, or forcing a disloyal subordinate to become loyal, all are quite tempting, especially exchanging things like wealth and lifespan with demons.

Of course, over 95% of nobles will eventually be swindled by their own hellish sorcerers, but... you should know that the profession of swindler has never disappeared from ancient times to the present.

The fact that the people who are deceived are almost evenly distributed across all social classes, from top to bottom, and in terms of education and cultural level is enough to show that even with so many unlucky people, there has never been a shortage of fools who make deals with the devil throughout history.

Of course, before these fools finally realized they had been tricked by the hell warlocks, they didn't think they were fools at all. They all thought they were the smartest people in the world who could get the power of demons for free.

Talos was no exception. Without the help of demonic power, how could he have acquired a territory the size of a count's domain in such a short time? It truly required fighting against mountain trolls and black forest monsters.

At the same time, "Fire!" The blonde loli kicked the black horse lying by the furnace. The horse flipped over and spewed a mouthful of dark purple demonic fire at the furnace in front of it. The little guy nodded in satisfaction and then added the purchased ore into the furnace to repair the damaged runes on the broken automatic armor.

Livia reached out and separated a wisp of the demonic fire burning on Old Ma's body, transforming it into a solid crystal-like form. She carefully traced it on the metal. Hmm, a wild loli powerhouse who gets demonic power for free has appeared.

Chapter 150 Sleep and Smiles Are the Same

After successfully trapping the knight in the sack, Alessina was clearly much more at ease. Roach also managed to sell his other antiques and ornaments through the Moon Mother's Holy Land, losing less money than if he had sold them in his own shop. In addition to the materials the little witch needed, he also purchased a batch of ingredients at the request of the fox girl.

There's no way around it; she's the only cook in the team right now. If you offend the cook, you'll have to eat the little witch's heart-shaped cookies. That's if you're lucky; if you're unlucky, you'll have to eat the magic heart-shaped cookies.

"Rocky~" When she saw Rocky return, Livia gave him a soft hug, and then gave Alessina a hug as well, and used her little hands to tidy their hair.

"Nothing's happened these past few days, has it?" Roach asked Leslie.

"No, unless we count the two adventure groups that went missing after entering the Jealousy Zone." Leslie indicated that nothing had gone wrong at the camp, but the situation was more complicated at the Royal Capital Ruins. This was because the Little Witch had previously pumped the magic power from the Desire Sin Domain into the Jealousy Sin Domain, causing a magical chaos that resulted in some things from the Desire Sin Domain appearing in the city.

This led the adventurers who had painstakingly scouted the terrain to rush headlong into the danger zone. Only two teams went missing, but quite a few teams suffered casualties.

"I'll go cook~" Alessina carried a large wooden box towards the kitchen. The box contained newly purchased ingredients, mainly onions and a vegetable similar to cabbage, as well as some brown beans.

Roach also helped Livia carry another bag into the laboratory, where a crucible in a corner emitted scorching heat.

"This is all cheap frost iron and lume stone. Other ores are too expensive, and we don't have enough money." Roach emptied the contents of his pocket into a supply box in the corner of the laboratory. Lume stone is a grayish-white stone with fine light blue veins on its surface. The more blue it has, the more metal can be extracted.

Livia lightly tapped the workbench with an alchemy rod, and colorful little bottles jumped up as she moved, lining up to add various refined solutions into the crucible.

With a flick of his finger, several pieces of lumpy flew into the mortar. Then, several burly, muscular men carried over a grinding pestle and crushed all the lumpy into powder, which was then poured into the crucible, instantly creating a cloud of colorful smoke.

"..." Livia waved her hand, summoning a gust of wind that swept the smoke to the vent in the corner of the wall. The solution in the crucible had completely turned into a special golden-red color and was gradually boiling over time.

"Hiss!" The boiling liquid was poured into the sand mold that Roach had arranged, gradually filling the entire mold. After everything cooled down, a dark golden metal ingot was obtained.

"Dwarven steel? No, it's more like Titan alloy." Both technologies are dwarven crafts. Dwarven steel is characterized by its weight, strength, and wear resistance, and is used for parts of large mechanical equipment in dwarven cities. Titan alloy, on the other hand, is an enchanted and enhanced version of dwarven steel, making it about 30% lighter than the original dwarven steel, but without any significant change in its strength and magic resistance.

Livia showed a smug expression with =w= regarding the "new alloy." This new alloy was a formula she came up with after studying the ritual pillars and ancient alchemical artifacts in the ancient city. As for what exactly this new alloy was, she didn't explain it to Roach because its specific properties hadn't been tested yet.

“Then I’ll give it a try~” Roach took a few metal ingots from Livia. The two of them now share a part of the underground laboratory. Since Roach rarely causes explosions anymore, he sets up his pyrotechnics in the outer room. For serious secret magic experiments, he shares a set of instruments and equipment with the little witch—because buying another set would be too expensive.

However, this doesn't mean Roach's inventions won't explode. In fact, it means his explosions are even more dangerous. Because the dangerous explosions of the past could be contained by safety measures, the explosions he creates will only be bigger when he no longer considers safety.

The mechanical properties were tested first. It is about 5% lighter than ordinary steel ingots, which is not a particularly significant characteristic. However, if used in places like armor that require a lot of metal, it can indeed effectively reduce the weight of the armor.

Its wear resistance is similar to that of Dwarf Steel, but its hardness and toughness are not as good, roughly between ordinary steel and Dwarf Steel. However, its ductility is excellent, almost like gold, making it difficult to tear and able to withstand high-pressure environments.

While Roach was testing the physical properties, Livia activated her alchemy array to test the magical properties of the alloy ingots, such as magic resistance, magic capacity, and magic affinity. She also tested their reactions to common runes and elements, as well as some uncommon magical reactions.

First, there's Hellfire, which is the easiest to obtain. Test results show that it's similar to normal metals like steel and copper. Without special resistance, it won't produce a significant reaction, so it can't be used as mithril, cold iron, or pure silver.

Then there's the Death Magic. It doesn't react in any special way, nor does it offer any special resistance, meaning it can't be used to create anti-death equipment or similar items. Of course, compared to Nether Iron and Lightcast Iron, it won't cause any special damage to undead creatures either.

Regarding elemental magic, it has an affinity for almost all elemental magic, but the affinity is relatively average. After a lot of testing, it was finally found to have a fairly good affinity and efficacy for life magic.

“Hmm~” Livia buried her head and carefully flipped through the documents and materials on the table. Roach glanced at them when he had a moment. It seemed to be a large collection of diagrams for ornaments and wristbands, with a lot of detailed decorative patterns and magic circle descriptions next to them. It was obviously a guide to some kind of magical equipment.

Unfortunately, these encyclopedias are only used by nobles to identify magical equipment. They come from the library of the ancient fortress in the cemetery and do not include the actual manufacturing process. Livia needs to find a way to decipher this knowledge with her own knowledge.

"Ha~" When she came out of the lab, her hair was all messy and she looked quite tired. After barely finishing her dinner, she sat in front of the fireplace, looking drowsy.

Leslie grabbed her shoulders with a comb and forcibly combed her hair. The light golden hair was exceptionally smooth, sliding along the wooden teeth. It felt wonderful to the touch, giving one the urge to tug or pluck a strand. Of course, even a witch with a good temper would get angry if she actually did that.

"So, she spent the whole afternoon doing nothing?" Alessina asked as she tidied the table. Roach, who was hunched over the table drawing blueprints for the arcane equipment they would be using, shrugged. "To be precise, she created a new alchemical material, but we don't know what it can be used for yet."

"I see. And what about you, Roach?"

"I'm drawing the blueprints for the fourth modified version of this crossbow, well... it can't really be called a crossbow anymore." The crossbow arm is completely invisible; it's now a rifle with something like a Picatinny rail and fishbone goggles. Even the previous crank handle is gone, replaced by a complex magic circle made up of five crystals on the side.

"However, calling it a cannon (in the local language, guns and cannons are the same word) is a bit too small. Well, calling it an energy crossbow is not bad either." This crossbow can be charged through a rune disk or a magic pump. The five crystals on the side are the energy storage structure. Each crystal supports one shot, so it is a bolt-action rifle with five consecutive shots.

Because the crystal is relatively thin, although the energy storage time is long, the stored energy is relatively low. Therefore, after firing five shots, it needs to be recharged. The only way to recharge it is to remove the charging plate or connect it directly to a fixed energy storage crystal on the battlefield.

Furthermore, the charging disks are not interchangeable, and the parts have zero commonality. Its entire circuit structure is more like a chip than a simple power supply. You can interchange two chips, but you cannot cut two chips apart and then interchange two "half chips" to continue working.

It might be theoretically possible, but in practice, it's completely impossible. Of course, the structure of magic is slightly more tolerant than this; at least it does allow you to cut a chip in half and put it back together to still use it, even if the efficiency is lower.

“Isn’t this cost a bit too high? Five elemental crystal fragments. These are cheaper than pure elemental crystals, but…” Vilandella, who was helping out, suggested, “If we’re going to send them to Mr. Byrne for mass production, the cost will be at least fifty times that of the previous crossbows.”

“It’s nothing,” Roach shrugged. “As long as it’s used to hit high-value targets, it’s worth it. And compared to the previous kind, I redesigned the receiver and barrel. Now it’s much faster at firing and spins very quickly to stabilize. Because of the larger caliber, I can manufacture specialized guided magic bullets.”

The principle behind guided magic missiles in this world is very simple: because the creatures in this world truly possess souls and spiritual power, when you focus on a target, a faint focus of spiritual power is generated, and the missiles created by magic missile techniques are guided in this way.

For this reason, it's not a guaranteed hit. First, it can't hit enemies that are completely hidden, meaning you can't see them. Second, if you're in an extremely dark or foggy environment and can't clearly see the target, the hit rate will drop significantly. Finally, if you're not focused enough, the hit rate will also decrease.

“I made a special sight to match this magic bullet. It’s not designed to shoot ordinary soldiers, but to shoot officers and commanders.” Roach felt that soon, the bad habit of the noble knights and officers in this world who liked to dress themselves up in a flamboyant manner, as if they were peacocks displaying their tails, would be severely corrected by this weapon.

"High power, long range, accurate, and capable of rapid fire. As for the high price, that's not my problem, it's the problem of the user."

In fact, this technology, combined with the Rune Disc technology or the Little Witch's Magic Pump technology, could create truly usable firearms, at least more realistic than the current rock-paper-scissors, at most requiring resupply of ammunition in specific areas.

The same applies to firearms. Just make the chips thinner and embed more of them. In order to reduce the caliber and power, increase the magazine capacity, and it will be about the same level as a proper Garand. The only problem is that loading is more troublesome. The charging disc needs to be removed, and the weapon is essentially useless until it is fully charged.

However, there is a solution: disassemble the core structure of the receiver and the charging plate together. But if that's the case, the user would have to be extremely calm and composed on the battlefield to ensure that, in the midst of intense firefights or when heavy cavalry charge like thunder, they can disassemble those parts as if repairing a clock without making any mistakes.

Further optimization could potentially lead to a quick-release receiver, but even then, reloading would be cumbersome. The best solution would be trench warfare, where both sides would rely on magic circles, magic cannons, trenches, and crystals to fight, as a continuous source of energy could be obtained around the energy-charging crystals made by Roach.

The reason he was able to design such a proper firearm was that he had accomplished the great feat of the Death Merchant, and the reward was the talent "Rapid Approval." Judging from the name, Roach thought it was some kind of document processing skill, but upon closer inspection...

"Which expedited approval are you talking about?" The effect is that when designing automated weapons, the chance of having a flash of inspiration is greatly increased, and a 20% performance optimization bonus is obtained for automated weapons. The side effect is that the structure of the designed automated weapon will become very complex, and the higher the performance of the weapon, the more complex the structure will be.

In every sense, expedited approval can speed up the process of judgment in the underworld or by the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, which means killing people faster; in practical terms, it means that without expedited approval, a watch shop with the style of the German Third Army would never have passed the logistics department's review.

In addition, the achievement of this great feat also rewarded Roach with the title "Death Merchant". The effect of wearing this title is that when he is active in any peaceful area, there is a moderate probability that he will increase the vigilance of the guards around him and cause serious consequences. The benefit is that in war zones, it can make both sides in the conflict lower their guard against Roach.

Therefore, Roach didn't use the title at all. He felt that if he really brought this thing into the city, something terrible would happen. Usually, when this useless system indicated that there would be serious consequences, then the consequences would definitely be serious. This system is a man of its word.

Who knows, you might be arrested on the spot by the guards for stepping in with your feet instead of your hands, and thrown into some magical house. On the other hand, the greatly reduced vigilance in war-torn areas would probably allow you to openly enter the tent of the leader of the warring faction without the guards stopping you.

However, this seems plausible. Even without the aid of this thing, if one were to reveal their true identity and what they have done, it would indeed lead to the aforementioned events. For example, the guards would not allow the Explosion Sage or the Death Merchant to enter; while the two sides in the fierce battle would become friendly because they needed him to provide advanced weapon blueprints and technology.

Therefore, Roach felt that, given the system's consistent nature, the final implementation method was likely not some kind of intelligence-lowering halo, but rather that after wearing the title, one's true resume would be known by the leaders of various surrounding forces for various reasons—there was really no need for one to reveal their own secrets.

After drawing the basic blueprints, Roach prepared to go to sleep. Compared to the beginning, the room was now filled with rolls of blueprints, some collected local history books, and various homemade tools, making the small bedroom quite crowded.

Since there weren't many empty rooms, Alessina didn't have her own room. She slept on the floor next to the stove in the kitchen. However, for a beastman, sleeping by the campfire at home was considered a kind of... well, an honor.

This is because only the main breadwinner who controls the family finances receives this treatment. After all, fuel is never cheap in any era, except for the Chinese. It's not that fuel is cheap for the Chinese, but rather that they don't have to be unable to afford fuel or pay heating bills. Even so, this hasn't always been the case in China; it's the result of economic development and poverty alleviation efforts in recent years.

If you were to take out a loan of $750 a year like a low-income American, you wouldn't be able to afford, or at least not use, the incredibly cheap heating and fuel costs in the US.

Given this historical context and the level of civilization of the Beastmen, only strong warriors would sleep by the campfire in their tribes, while only the main labor force or the head of the household would sleep by the stove in their homes.

As for Leslie and Vilandella, they squeezed into one room, and then Leslie simply moved out and lived in the pond outside—because when Vilandella fell asleep, she would involuntarily exhale a small amount of dragon breath, which is a characteristic of dragons, causing the whole room to be filled with a pungent smell of phosphorescence.

Of course, the reverse isn't impossible either. Letting Vilandella sleep outside would solve the problem of the dragon's breath smell, but all the flowers planted by the little witch would suffer. Even with the witch's magical enhancement, these flowers and plants are still just flowers and plants, and they can't withstand this kind of poisonous fire and smoke.

However, sleeping in the room has its advantages. All the insects in the wooden house have moved to the thatched roof to live. Although these insects have been... well, converted by Livia's power in a sense, they still crawl and fly around until the little witch catches them.

"Ha~ Go to sleep early~" Roach put the blueprints away and lay back on the bed. While they were all asleep, the group of people far away in Tallinn City couldn't sleep.

Chapter 151 It really deserves to die!

A new day has arrived. It's a rare beautiful time of autumn. The golden sun rises slowly, and a gentle breeze, neither too hot nor too cold, blows through the dense black forest outside the city, causing the branches and leaves to rustle.

The smoke from the slums had long since dissipated. They had to get up before dawn to eat, then rush to the workshops to work, or head to the city gate to look for possible job opportunities. Those who made their fortunes under the cover of night also needed to hide their stolen goods early, sleep in safe houses, and wait to go to the black market to sell them at dusk.

For those living in the city and aristocratic districts, this is just the beginning of the day. Scribes and clerks from the Chamber of Commerce hurry across the streets with their heads down, while shop assistants have already set up their stalls and signs, hawking hot water to passersby.

Several dirty little children were peeking around in the streets and alleys, perhaps looking for playmates, but more likely looking for easy targets.

"Ha~" Two town guards yawned, dragging their rusty spears toward the door. Everything was the same as usual, except for a few burly Rock Tower men standing on the side of the gate.

"What time is it?"

"Good morning, master." The servant bowed respectfully and cleared away the overturned cups and plates and the almost untouched steak on the table in front of him.

"..." Kreber looked at the sunlight streaming in through the crack in the window, casting a huge patch of light on the bright red carpet. For some reason, the bright red carpet looked like blood flowing freely, with the servant who had just left lying dead on it, his eyes wide open, next to the family crest stained with blood.

After Kreber blinked again, everything vanished without a trace. It was still an ordinary early autumn morning, with the sun shining brightly and the air filled with the aroma of newly harvested barley. In Rock Tower County, barley was harvested a month and a half earlier than in other places; otherwise, it would have been waiting to be completely killed by the bitter cold.

Moreover, for the locals, they can only grow this one staple food in a year. They plant it in the summer and harvest it in early autumn. By late autumn, they can't plant anything. At most, they can harvest a round of fast-growing tuber crops similar to radishes.

In spring, the only things that can be planted are black beans and the like. These dark brown beans are the staple food of the locals. Because they are cold-resistant and drought-resistant, they are still widely cultivated even though the yield is not high.

"Another day has passed~" Smelling the aroma of beans and rice in the air, Kreber let out a long sigh. Another uneventful day had passed, just like countless other days. But the problem was that he knew perfectly well that a Hellish Order capable of summoning great demons was lurking in the city or suburbs, and that they had laid the groundwork and were ready to do something big at any time.

This feeling of being a death row inmate awaiting execution kept him completely awake. He only managed to doze off for a short while in the early hours of the morning under the influence of alcohol. He didn't even need to look in the mirror to know how haggard he looked.

"Bang!" The door was violently pushed open. "I said, Talos, next time knock first!"

"Is your information reliable?" Talos completely ignored his useless older brother, plopped down at the long table, poured himself a glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp. "This is the third day already, and those useless members of the Church of Light have already begun the sealing ritual. You haven't been tricked, have you?"

Although the burned holy emblem and holy silver could prove that it was indeed the trace of the Great Demon, who can guarantee that it is real holy silver? Even if it is, who can guarantee that it was really burned because of this incident?

It should be noted that the Church of Light's inventory is never lacking in badges and relics that were burned by magic and left behind by some exorcist priest.

Even though it was a ceremony performed in front of a large group of people, Talos wasn't that foolish older brother who was spoiled by the high walls and the compound. He himself knew several methods of quickly switching people. He was not only one of the victims, but he had also studied and researched these methods because of his victimization.

“Don’t let your guard down until the very last day, Talos.” ​​Kreber was also very nervous, because the longer it dragged on, the greater his psychological pressure would be, as it meant that the opponent was secretly observing and relentlessly searching for their every weakness.

"Okay, you're right~" This was also a torment for Talos. His eyes were bloodshot, and he obviously hadn't rested well. What he hoped for most right now was for a few demons to jump out, even if they were powerful demons that he couldn't defeat at all, so that he could have a good, satisfying battle. Winning or losing would be better than suffering like this.

Meanwhile, the sunlight shone equally on the camp at the other end of the Black Forest. The windows of the witch's hut, located on the west side of the camp, faced the direction of the rising sun. Golden light shone through the open window and fell on a fluffy blanket. Several sparrows perched on the window frame, chirping and chatting, before being grabbed by a small hand.

Livia rubbed her eyes and sat up, letting her light golden hair fall in front of her. Her slightly open emerald eyes stared blankly at the sparrow she held in her palm. After a long while, she released her fingers, letting the panicked little thing escape to the desk and let out some very unpleasant squawking.

"Snap!" A quill pen leaped up and backstabbed the unfortunate child, startling the sparrow into screeching as it fled out the window.

"Ha~" Livia yawned, scratched her neck, and her loose nightgown slipped down one shoulder, revealing her delicate collarbone and rounded shoulder. Her skin was fair and flawless, and in the sunlight, it shone with a soft glow like the finest jade.

She took off her nightgown, and then the wardrobe next to her opened by itself, revealing a white long dress with gold thread that flew out and draped over her. Most of her clothes were white or linen-colored, mainly because in the living forest, everything else was fine, but dyes that wouldn't fade were hard to find, and if the printing and dyeing weren't done well, they would look terrible.

In addition, she really didn't need to wear makeup or dress up, so she just dressed like this. This made the little witch's daily outfits look very old-fashioned and old-fashioned, since a large part of her clothes were altered from her mentor's clothes.

A wooden comb brushed her hair, and a water glass and a toothbrush made by Roach bounced over and landed in her palm. After washing up, the blonde little witch seemed to finally wake up completely from her half-awake state.

Downstairs, Alessina had finished her morning exercise and was tossing the Sword of No Return behind the door alongside the pile of farm tools, a piece of smoked meat she'd taken from the storeroom in her left hand. Leslie was still tuning her violin, but everyone thought it best she didn't pursue that path, even if it was for the sake of her companions' ears—well, the witch thought so too.

Livia wasn't wearing her signature witch's hat today, because it was hanging on the clothesline outside the house, not completely dry, along with several women's underwear.

Like her clothes, her underwear was also linen in its natural color and white, without any printing or embroidery, very simple. Roach's clothes were hung to dry on the other side. After all, even a witch like Livia would sweat and get her clothes dirty, so washing and drying clothes was unavoidable, just like going to the toilet was unavoidable.

"Crack~ Crack~" The sharp shovel shovel dug into the solid soil, forcibly breaking up the soil covered with a layer of green lichen. Whether it was due to the witch's power or not, the growth rate of various creatures on the land where the hut was located was abnormally fast, and some special plants and creatures appeared.

For example, there's this fuzzy lichen that makes the soil firm, and those few black birds, about the size of ravens, perched on the clothesline, vigilantly guarding what's on it. If any strange or perverted person were to appear, they'd probably have to experience the power of "removing your eyes."

After loosening the soil, Roach planted the Silver Moonflower given to him by the Moon Mother Church. This magical plant was not used directly as medicine. Like the Moonflower, this plant would absorb the moon's magic during the full moon and condense it in its flowers. During the new moon, it would drip moon-colored dew.

These dewdrops could almost be used as a high-purity, natural essence, but that would be a waste. Moonlight Dewdrops have very high magical purity and do not conflict with most potion ingredients; they are generally used as a high-quality potion additive.

Potions containing this dew droplet experience a significant reduction in mana loss, effectively extending their shelf life and increasing their efficacy by up to 20% without increasing side effects. This is precisely why this stuff is worth 150 gold coins per plant.

As for the effects of this mutated Silver Moonflower, they are no different from the ordinary ones, and the Moon Dew produced has the same effect. However, due to its higher magical affinity, its yield is about 5% higher than that of the normal Moonflower.

If we also consider its longer lifespan, it's normal for it to be at least three times more expensive than a normal moonflower, since it's not a consumable but a "means of production" that continuously generates value.

Because it was just transplanted, the petals of the moonflower are still pure black. The interesting thing is that most of the time, this flower is not actually moon-colored, but has black petals. As it absorbs more moonlight magic, silver stripes will gradually appear.

When it's a new moon, the petals change from a black background with white stripes to a white background with black stripes, creating a reverse color pattern. At this time, dewdrops will drip down the petals, so when harvesting, a bottle is buried nearby to collect them.

However, since these dewdrops are essentially energy collected by the plant to sustain its reproduction and survival, if humans collect them every time, the plant will quickly wither and die unless you artificially replenish the magic it needs.

Therefore, after consulting the information, Luo Qi discovered that if ordinary people did not know this knowledge, they would probably kill this thing within a few months at most. Obviously, the Moon Mother Holy Land did not have good intentions in offering this thing for trade. They were probably waiting for Luo Qi to come to them for help when he found that the three Moonflower plants were producing less and less and even starting to wither.

They might even try to sell their special liquid magic fertilizer. Hmm, now Roach knows where these guys get their money—in a sense, it's much purer than simply collecting protection money, but... they deserve a lot more attention than those protection money collectors.

"Damn, this world also has agricultural monopolies, amazing." Roach shook his head. Fortunately, humans have their own agricultural beliefs and are not completely dependent on the Church of the Moon Goddess, otherwise he might have witnessed the birth of Monsanto or even Union Fruit in the magical world.