Heaven’s Intention

Just when Baron Rocas and the female priest learned about the harvest in Romon's territory through different channels, a young girl was riding a horse in the light rain at a place far away from the edge of the forest. Gallop freely.

The girl was wearing a pale pink tight gown, but there were a few very cute ribbons at the waistband. When she was running, the ribbons were blown by the wind, which was very beautiful.

The girl's blond hair was below her waist, and it was not tied up at this time, but was flying behind her head. On her fair face, a pair of purple eyes were very bright, her chest was high and her legs were slender. A heroic taste.

Drive! Drive! She seemed to enjoy the feeling of galloping the horse very much. Although it was raining in the sky, and the rain had soaked her robe and hair a little bit, this girl was still driving the horse on the road. walk around.

It wasn't until another horse came running from behind that the girl slowed down the horse. Then, he put the horse in his pocket and watched the horse rattling towards him. It was a pony, and the girl sitting on it immediately belonged to the category of Luo Li. She was wearing a cute riding outfit, which was quite delicate. She also had blond hair, a fair face, and purple eyes. Without the charm of the former, she looks no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and is still a small flower bone that has not yet bloomed.

Sister, you are lying! As soon as she caught up, the younger girl said angrily, and then looked at herself riding the pony very unwillingly: It's not that I'm not as good as you, Who let you ride a big horse, but I can only ride such a little guy, it's not fair!

What's unfair? You're very young. Of course you want to ride a pony. The older girl laughed, and then, she brushed her forehead hair coquettishly, making her younger sister envious endlessly.

The little girl looked at herself very depressed. Riding this horse, she looked at the horse her sister was riding, she looked at her breasts like a small steamed bun, and then she looked at her sister's tall breasts. She was so depressed that she pouted Mouth: Forget it, anyway, you are bullying me, I am still young, I am not willing to grow up! Hmph!

Yeah, when you grow up, you will have a lot of troubles. The older girl sighed.

The little girl asked curiously, What's bothering you? What's the matter?

Hey, forget it. Let me tell you, I can't tell. We have been out for a long time. It's time to go back. The older girl looked at her innocent and romantic sister, sighed, and said.

Hearing that she was going back, the little girl was still a little reluctant, she pouted and said, Let's play again, I finally came out, and I have to learn those etiquettes when I go back, it's so annoying.

hehe,

If you don't go back, I'm afraid you won't have to come out to play in the next month. said the older girl, and drove the horse to the way back. Her younger sister sighed, like an adult, and then drove the horse to follow.

The wind was not strong, and the fine rain was pouring on their blond hair. Along with the crisp laughter, it spread far and far away. These two people, of course, were Miss Owenna and Miss Imisha.

Have you heard? Romon... When the two sisters slowed down their horses and enjoyed the comfort in the drizzle, several passing adventurers were talking while walking. At the beginning, the two girls She didn't pay much attention to what they were talking about, but when the person who spoke said Romon's name, Owenna was startled for a moment, stopped her horse, and listened to the conversation of the people behind her.

Sister, why don't you leave... Yimisha asked puzzledly, stealthily scanning these adventurers.

Hush!

...I heard that in Luo Meng's territory, the yield per mu is 370 catties!

...It's really like this, this is really a bumper harvest, Goddess bless you!

Hmph, not only is the goddess blessed, but the key is that Romon is a druid!

Druids are everywhere, why haven't I seen such a good harvest in other fields?

Hmph, this is the difference between genius and mediocrity.

Owenna continued to listen until she roughly understood what was going on, this time she galloped her horse and ran home.

Hey, wait for me! Imisha couldn't help but patted her horse depressedly when she saw her elder sister driving to the front, and hurriedly followed, thinking in her heart, elder sister seems to care about Romon very much, could it be that this is the trouble of adults ?

What a horrible Romon...

The two drove their horses and passed a field, where it was almost time to harvest the crops. Because the crops matured later than those in the Romon territory, many of them fell down after being watered by the rain. The trend is not big, and it will not have any impact on the grain output. However, if this rainy day continues, I am afraid that it will be a headache when harvesting and drying.

Harvesting a farmland of about 2,000 mu is definitely not an easy task, especially in the wet soil. The trees planted on the side of the road are already tender green because of the arrival of spring. As the spring breeze blows, the green leaves carry crystal water drops, which look very beautiful.

In front of a villa, the two sisters dismounted and handed the horse to the servant, and the two girls walked in.

Father, mother, we are back. Owenna said to her parents who were looking at her sitting and chatting.

That middle-aged man was indeed Sir Demercar who had invited Romon. He looked at the two daughters with some reproach, but he didn't say anything, just reminded: Go and change into some dry clothes first!

En, okay. The two sisters hurried back to change their clothes, and when they came out, they were all quiet women in ladylike skirts.

Owenna noticed her father's dissatisfaction, but she was smart and quickly used other light topics to draw this matter away. After her parents' expressions calmed down, she followed what she heard on the road. Parents said.

Three hundred and seventy catties per mu? How is this possible! Upon hearing this, Sir Demercar suddenly cried out in surprise.

As a lord, of course he knows how much the yield per mu is. This number is really scary, and he doesn't believe it. But soon, when someone sent back the same information, Sir Demerka was silent for a moment, and then he and his wife looked at each other in disbelief, and something seemed to be conveyed in their eyes.

Owenna, who was sitting by the side, slowly curled up her lips.

The Kingdom of Esk is small in size, bordering on the ocean, and the mountains and forests in the country are not high, while the mountain range outside the central town of Galle stretches for several miles, but it is not very high. Because of this, the surrounding road conditions are fairly smooth, and the horses gallop Get up and there will be no trouble.

The territory of Galle has three towns and eighteen villages. Although it is close to the mountains, the land in the territory is mostly plains and very fertile. The person who is the lord of this territory is a very shrewd person. However, after his death, the battle for his two sons became known to everyone nearby.

In the end, Jacob failed and was kicked out by the eldest son, and the current lord was Jacob's older brother Lance, the winner of the final battle for the territory.

At this moment, unlike the flourishing plants in other territories, the plants here are actually half-withered, looking listless and lifeless.

Although it was raining, there was a group of gorgeously dressed people standing in the field, looking at the crops in the field and worrying. The leader was a blond man, who looked handsome, but at this time his expression was full of ashen color, and there was even a little helplessness.

Herodin, thank you for having the face to say, as my internal affairs officer, how do you manage it? Are you going to tell me that this is the result of my upcoming harvest?

Lord Baron, I...I have found a lot of people to look at, but, the crops are still not successful, I... The person who was being criticized was a middle-aged man, standing in front of a young man who was about the same age as his nephew. , was so frightened that he didn't dare to look up, and only dared to defend in a low voice.

Little did he know, the more he defended, the angrier the new Lord Lance became. He is different from his dead ghost father. His father's tricks have had a counterproductive effect on him, especially when he has just become a new lord and encountered such a depressing thing. In his eyes, the official's excuse became a sign of a joke.

In a fit of anger, he directly ordered: Drive him back to me, let him reflect on himself!

My lord baron... I really tried my best! My lord baron! Look, not only this crop, but all the plants in the territory have withered! My lord baron, I have been working diligently since your father's generation, since There is no place of negligence, you can't treat me like this, Lord Baron...

The internal affairs officer who was dragged away kept shouting, but in the end he was kicked out.

Lord Baron, look... Seeing that someone had suffered from the new lord, the officials next to him asked for instructions more cautiously. Where do we go to check next?

What are you looking at? Go back. Having seen too many withered plants, Baron Lance was in a bad mood at this moment. Although there were still some villages in front of him, he didn't want to see them anymore. He took the rope, got on the horse, and headed back towards the castle.

When the frightened officials saw that the baron was about to go back, they all wiped the cold sweat from their brows, and then followed behind one after another.

Riding on the horse, Baron Lance was in a very bad mood. This situation happened as soon as he took over the title of baron. This really challenged the legitimacy of his inheritance.

When he returned to the castle, he also looked sullen. The servants all avoided him when they saw him, and the officials who followed did not dare to show their anger. After all, the example of the internal affairs officer before up ahead.

And at this moment, a confidant of Baron Lance suddenly came in from outside the hall and whispered in Baron Lance's ear for a while.

Three hundred and seventy catties per mu? Baron Lance's eyes lit up. He stood up abruptly, turned around a few times, and asked, Are you sure?

Already checked, sure!

Oh! Is that really the case? Baron Lance thought for a moment, and suddenly made up his mind: Come on, please invite Mr. Romon to come to me through a post.