Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

The nobles did not expect that Michaela would refuse.

So they immediately changed their rhetoric.

"Your Highness, it is too dangerous outside the city. If the enemy attacks, we may not be able to guarantee your safety."

"Moreover, most of your subjects are concentrated in the city. You live in the wild and it is not convenient to contact them."

"Everyone in the city likes you very much. Don't you really want to go to the city to see it?"

Michaela rolled her eyes, and then asked curiously: "Are the people in the city happy?"

"Uh..." This sentence stopped the nobles from asking.

But in the end they bit the bullet and said, "Everyone is living well, and you can move there and enjoy the blessings."

"Oh! As long as everyone has a good time! I won't go there because I am also very happy here."

"And there is no need to worry about my safety. The people who fought with you have written to me. They will not hurt me."

The nobles immediately clenched their fists when they heard this. This Michaela actually colluded with foreign enemies!

As if he had seen through the thoughts of the nobles, the leader said: "For Her Royal Highness Michaela, everyone is a citizen of the Golden Tree, so she is friends with everyone."

"you!"

The nobles glared at the leader. This sentence means more like reminding them.

His Highness Mikaela's status is transcendent. Even if the nobles on both sides fight to the death, the person who fights to the end cannot cause harm to His Highness Mikaela.

Her Highness Michaela has won!

Thinking of this, the nobles left in despair. They thought the problem was a bit simple before.

"Your Highness, all you need to do is stay still. The war will eventually end," the regiment leader said.

"But if there is a chance, I still want to stop the war." Michaela said.

"Why do you think so? After all, for you, war is just a drama, and you can always watch it from a high seat. It would be very dishonorable if you ended up personally." reminded the group leader.

"I just don't want everyone to die, and I don't want to see everyone's sad expressions," Michaela said.

"...Alas!" The leader sighed. "If those nobles lose, they will only lose some property. But if the knights and soldiers who charge for them lose, they will sacrifice their lives."

"Yes! That's why such a war is the most ridiculous! If war threatens those big shots one day, then they will be afraid of war. Otherwise, they will never be afraid of war." Rico couldn't help but Thinking back to his last charge.

That feeling of terror still scares him to this day.

The group leader also nodded silently. Why should he try his best to climb up? To enjoy the privilege of being free from the pain of war, of course.

After hearing these words, Michaela started to be stunned.

"Oh! I seem to understand somewhat." Michaela said. "It turns out that everyone refuses to stop the war just because those who started the war know that the war will not hurt them?"

"Yes." The two people around Michaela nodded at the same time.

Michaela looked a little confused. For the first time, she experienced the existence of class.

She always thought that everyone suffered during the war...

"Why don't you resist?" Michaela couldn't help but ask. "Why do those knights and soldiers still listen to those nobles when they clearly know that war is bad?"

"Because of resources, the nobles control most of the resources, and they have the final right to allocate resources. If ordinary people want to survive, they can only pray to the other party to reward themselves." The leader said calmly.

After hearing this, Rico looked at the group leader suddenly. He felt that the leader was really a talent! He had never thought about it.

And Michaela also suddenly realized.

"Oh! Then if I finally master all the resources and then distribute them to everyone fairly, won't everyone stop listening to those nobles?"

"Hahaha! If you really do it! Then you will be the king of this territory! Everyone can die for you!" The leader laughed.

"No! I don't want everyone to die... and I don't want to be the king... Hmm! How strange!"

"If you want everyone to live freely, then a large amount of resources cannot be in the hands of one person..." Michaela seemed to have realized something extraordinary.

"Haha, that's impossible. Resources will eventually be plundered by the strong, and they will be concentrated uncontrollably. If you don't want to be influenced by others, then work hard to grow." These words of the group leader seemed to be saying to Michaela listened, but actually she was encouraging herself.

And Michaela fell into some kind of inspiration.

If people want to live freely, there are only two possibilities. The first is that resources are unlimited, and people will not snatch resources. But this situation is too difficult to achieve.

Then the second situation is that most resources are not in the hands of people, but in the hands of something with fair attributes.

For some reason, Michaela instantly thought of the Golden Law.

If she can create a law that distributes resources equitably, then people can live freely...

"The good uncle is so awesome!" Michaela's eyes were shining.

The leader was a little confused.

"Uncle, my current abilities are still limited and I cannot create such a law! But we must first seize resources from those nobles!"

"Only in this way can this war end!" Michaela said.

"Oh? What's your plan, Your Highness?" the leader smiled.

"No!" Michaela said confidently. "I don't have much experience grabbing things from other people's hands..."

"Hahaha!" The two people around Michaela couldn't help laughing.

"Leave these things to us! Your pure character should not be contaminated by these things." Rico said.

"Don't worry! I'm very strong! I will never be polluted!" Michaela was rather motivated.

The two of them just smiled when they heard this.

Stealing other people's things is addictive, and even the simplest person will go astray after experiencing it a few times.

Afterwards, the two sent Michaela away. Start discussing your future plans in detail.

They will increase the output of golden grape juice and continue to expand the market. They plan to sell the wine to other territories.

Once they have accumulated enough wealth, it will be easy for them to develop.

The only problem now is that these nobles must not get the formula for golden grape juice.

Just as the two were making plans, the nobles were also discussing plans against Mikaela.

"No, we have to get rid of the leader of the Cuckoo Knights as soon as possible! That guy is too troublesome!"

"What should we do? Assassinate? Anyway, he is not a noble, so it doesn't matter even if he is assassinated!"

"Assassination is not reliable. After all, his skills are not weak. And such a gangster leader will definitely be punished. If we assassinate him, he will also target us without any bottom line."

The nobles nodded after hearing this. They care about their lives, there is no need to be tough with such little people.

"Then what can you do?"

"Haha! I also said that he is a gangster leader! I don't believe that his ass is clean. With a little investigation, you can get some dirty information about him!"

"Her Highness Michaela will not tolerate the existence of such a tainted person!"

The other nobles nodded after hearing this.

"By the way, have any of you got Mikala's formula? As long as you have the formula, most of the current problems will be solved!"

"no!"

"without……"

"Hmph! My stupid men actually collected Michaela's foot skin for me! This is so disgusting!"

"Oh? Where's the foot skin? Can you sell it to me?"

"Ok?"

For a moment, people's eyes focused on the nobleman who spoke.

The noble's face instantly turned red. He hesitated and said, "Don't get me wrong! I just feel that I can't let go of any possibility!"

With this explanation, everyone finally withdrew their gaze.

"I also have some foot skin here, and I'll give it to you for free."

"Me too……"

"I also……"

So everyone handed the foot skin in the bottle to the noble.

The nobleman collected these bottles as a treasure.

After the meeting, the nobles quickly sent their men to collect dirty information about the group leader.

The nobleman who received the foot skins did not use the skins to make wine, he just grabbed them and ate them.

"It's really good! It's really good..." He suddenly realized that the foot skin tasted really good.

He felt much more energetic.

So he rolled his eyes and asked his men to inform the spies to collect more foot skins in the future.

Although the foot skin has such miraculous effects, he still doesn't think that the foot skin alone can make good wine. He just thought that this kind of foot skin might be a valuable medicinal material...

The spies under the nobles were quite efficient. It took them less than a month to find out all about the leader's past and present life.

Based on this information, the nobles' think tanks analyzed possible stains on the leader.

However, after reading the intelligence given by the spies, these think tanks also felt that the leader was really a talent!

"I went out to work hard at the age of 16 and worked as a clothing store clerk in a big city in the south..."

"Then I met a noble lady and got the first pot of gold in my life."

“With the start-up capital, we started recruiting people and formed a small group.”

"This small group started collecting protection fees and lending usury in the urban areas of that city."

"During this period, he also made black gloves for several rich ladies. And at his instigation, the rich ladies funded and established a security team to protect their daily safety."

"This is also the predecessor of the Cuckoo Knights..."

"Later, they began to gain fame by eradicating nearby bandits. As their reputation expanded, the size of the Cuckoo Knights also grew."

"Until I recently took refuge in Michaela..."

After reading the information, everyone felt that it was a bit difficult to deal with.

Although the beginning of the leader has a certain gray color, it is generally positive.

Such a stain may not cause Michaela to have a gap with the group leader.

"It seems that I need to have a good talk with the group leader!" One of the think tanks had a keen light in his eyes.

At the same time, Rico was harassed by the old farmer-like spy.

"Riko! What is Michaela's formula! I advise you to be wiser! Think about your relatives!"

Rico's eyes were a little dark.

"I am already an attendant of His Highness Michaela! And you'd better not threaten me because I suddenly discovered that you seem to have an illegitimate daughter?"

The old farmer spy's pupils suddenly shrank. "You! What do you mean!"

"Nothing interesting, just reminding you."

"We are all humans, not dogs. We bite each other, which only makes the guy above have fun." Rico said calmly.

The last time he compromised was just to squeeze out some time to catch the other party's flaws.

He didn't have high hopes, but he didn't expect an unexpected surprise. He found the old farmer's illegitimate daughter, who was his only relative.

"How can you be so shameless! Where is your chivalry?" The old farmer pointed at Rico's nose and cursed.

"Hmph! Someone handed you a dog leash, and you actually put it on yourself? What's the difference between the so-called chivalry and the dog leash?"

"Absolute loyalty to the master alone is disgusting enough!" Rico hit the old farmer in the face with a big backhand.

The old farmer was knocked to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

"If you have experienced what it's like to be a human, you will never go back to being a dog!" Rico looked at Michaela who was running wildly in the distance.

The old farmer's cheeks were swollen and he vomited a mouthful of blood. "You will regret this!"

Rico didn't bother to look at him, turned and left.

He knew that threatening relatives was definitely not the work of nobles. Although those people were disgusting, they also had a certain sense of proportion.

But their dogs are not so particular. So once you take care of the old farmer, you basically don’t have to worry about anything else.

And he guessed right. Threatening with relatives was indeed just the old farmer's talk.

Normally, this trick would work every time when used on a knight, but today he encountered a tough challenge.

He collected himself and left quickly.

As soon as he returned to the city, he was summoned.

He thought his master was going to ask about the secret recipe, but his master arranged another thing for him.

He was taken to a living room, whereupon his master left. There is another person sitting in the living room.

The man showed a strange smile when he saw the old farmer.

"Hello, I heard that your business ability is very strong. Can you help me meet with the leader of the Cuckoo Knights alone?"

"This..." The old farmer became a little embarrassed.

If it was some time ago, he thought he still had a way, after all, he could use Rico.

But now that he and Rico have fallen out, I'm afraid this matter won't be easy to handle.

But in order not to be punished, he could only bite the bullet and agreed.

"I can."

"Okay! Thank you for your help!" The man stepped forward and patted the old farmer on the shoulder.

So the two of them rushed to Mikayla's manor.

The man waited outside the manor while the old farmer entered the manor.

At this time, the Cuckoo Knights also had their own houses in the manor. They seemed to have become one with the manor.

But it is still difficult to find the group leader.

The guy didn't know what kind of stimulation he had, and his security staff were almost full.

Even if he goes to the bathroom, he has to be accompanied by his subordinates.

The old farmer felt that he might not be able to see each other.

So he circled back and forth near the leader's house, hoping to find some loopholes.

But he was soon pushed to the ground by patrollers.

"Are you an assassin!?" The one-eyed dragon knight asked viciously.

"No... I have something to do with the leader... I am Lord Rico's man..." The old farmer started to talk nonsense.

But his nonsense actually works. The one-eyed dragon knight actually went to report it.

Soon the old farmer was brought to the head of the house.

The leader's voice came from inside the room.

"What's the matter with you?"

"..." The old farmer looked around and sighed helplessly. The other party was too cautious! Not even allowed to see him.

"Someone wants to see you."

"Who?"

"Representatives of those adults."

The voices in the room fell silent.

After a while, another sound came from the house. "Throw him out!"

"Yes!"

So the miserable old farmer was carried out of the manor by everyone.

The old farmer came to the think tank in disgrace, and his expression was a little unpleasant.

"Haha, it seems that things are not going well." Zhitan smiled.

The old farmer lowered his head in silence, his eyes shining with unwillingness.

"You go back first, I'll wait here." The think tank said.

"Huh!" The old farmer snorted coldly and rode away.

The wise man waited patiently until the middle of the moon. When he was about to fall asleep, a wire snare was put around his neck.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" came the leader's voice.

In order to prevent this from being an assassin sent by the nobles to kill him, he had already searched the area. Come see this guy after making sure there is no ambush.

"Captain, don't be nervous. In fact, I'm here to cooperate with you."

"Cooperation?" There was a hint of mockery in the leader's voice.

"If you are here on behalf of those nobles, then there is nothing left to talk about between us."

The wise man shook his head. "Actually, you don't have to exclude us so much. After all, you and Her Highness Michaela are not the same person."

"Hahaha, I think you must have investigated me, and then wanted to use my stain to drive a wedge between me and His Highness Mikala. Am I right?" the leader sneered.

A hint of admiration flashed across the wise man's expression.

"You're right, that's exactly what happened. Your biggest suspicion is that when you made the first pot of gold, you might be suspected of murdering the rich lady."

"After all, the other party was only 35 years old, and he died young. This is hard not to make people suspicious."

A hint of sadness and anger flashed across the leader's expression. "Unfortunately, she is a girl in death sleep. When she met me, she had very little vitality left."

"My meeting with her was probably the luckiest thing in my life."

The wise man was surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect things to be like this.

"That's a pity." He shook his head.

"Hmph! Are there any other stains? You can tell me and let me hear it." The leader said coldly.

"Well, actually there is a little bit of it." The think tank suddenly changed his tone.

"Did you kill your father?"

The leader's hand trembled suddenly, and a bloody mark appeared on the think tank's neck.

But the group leader soon calmed down.

"Pure slander. My father accidentally fell into the cliff while drunk."

"Hehehehe! You can continue to quibble." The think tank showed a proud smile. He has determined that the other party definitely killed his father.

"Have you forgotten that Michaela has an uncle who can go back in time?"

Zhitan felt his neck being tightened instantly.

"Kill me and you will have no hope...well..." The wise man rolled his eyes.

But soon, the group leader let go.

"What do you want?" The leader seemed to accept his fate.

"Cough cough cough!" Zhitan touched the blood on his neck and coughed for a while.

He slowly turned around and faced the group leader. "Don't worry, my friend! I told you, I'm here to cooperate."

"And I represent not just the nobles, but another lord as well."

The group leader looked at him in surprise.

"Haha, maybe you have heard of that sir. He is Sir Bai Zhi, a once-prominent Duke! He was in trouble because of Godwin's plot."

"Baizhi?" The leader was slightly moved. That gentleman is indeed extraordinary.

But the news about him is generally very secretive, and there are few rumors. Unexpectedly, I met one of Baozhi's subordinates today.

"Master Captain, your wonderful life has fallen into the eyes of Jazz. He asked me to extend an invitation to you, hoping that you can join the Baizhi Alliance."

The group leader raised his eyebrows. "What's good?"

"Haha, of course! The Hundred Wisdom Alliance is a huge organization, and almost all the nobles have our spies around them. This is true even in the royal city."

"As long as you join us, you can get a variety of information, and we will also extend your life and enhance your blessings based on your merits!"

The leader touched his chin. "Is there a way to make me a noble?"

"Yes! This is not difficult!" The think tank said in a relaxed tone.

"I understand, I'll join," the group leader said.

"Hahahaha! I knew you were a wise person!" The wise man showed joy.

"There is no free lunch in the world, what do you want me to do?" the leader said in a cold tone.

"It's just a small matter. You just need to ask Her Highness Michaela to go to the designated place."

The leader's expression changed. "You are crazy! Do you want to attack demigods?"

"Don't worry! We are not that stupid! We are just collecting some samples." said the think tank.

The leader's expression became uncertain.

Finally he seemed to have made up his mind.

"I understand. Tell me the entire process of the mission."

"Very good! At noon the day after tomorrow, you bring Her Highness Michaela here..." The think tank took out a map, dipped it in blood, and marked it.

The leader took the map.

"I need you to help me with the noble matters."

"Okay! Leave it to me!" Zhitan smiled confidently.

"Ah~ it's getting late, so I won't disturb your rest! Goodbye!" The think tank bowed gracefully.

But the blood on his neck pattered to the ground.

But he didn't care. Instead, he tore off his sleeve, bandaged the wound hastily, and rode away.

The group leader glanced at the blood on the ground. Then he left here with a heavy heart.

After he left, the blood on the ground squirmed and finally turned into a one-eyed monster with horns all over his body.

"Miss Feiya, I will never let this dirty conspiracy hurt you!"

Meng stared at the leader's back, and finally slowly transformed into Michaela.

He stepped forward and then disappeared into the space.

The leader was walking in the woods, his brows furrowed tightly. He needed to think carefully about today's matter.

Suddenly he found a white figure standing there in front of him.

"Who!" He was startled, thinking it was a ghost or something.

But when he took a closer look, he found that it was Her Majesty Michaela.

"Huh~ Your Highness, you scared me again." The leader wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Michaela showed a weird smile. "Why are you here?"

"Because I was targeted by some thoughtful people, and they threatened me with my past stains." The group leader actually started talking.

Michaela opposite was instantly confused. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I can't hurt you." The leader said sincerely.

"..."

A thin needle turned from blood was slowly removed from the back of the leader's neck.

The leader’s eyelids jumped wildly! It seems that he is alive this time!