Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Although the situation in the Dream Cult's territory was seriously turbulent, people in the Soul Cult's territory did not feel much fluctuation.

In a quiet little village, noble young masters and young ladies from the earth were working hard. Their faces were dark and sweaty, but they were full of smiles.

"Wow! I grew a really big potato! Come and see!"

"Where is it?"

Many little heads came over curiously, staring at the newly unearthed big potatoes with envy. "What a big potato! I feel like I can't finish it in three meals by myself."

"Instructor! Look at my big potato!" The young man held up a potato as big as a human head and excitedly showed it to the instructor.

At this time, the instructor was standing there in a daze. It was only after everyone called him several times that he responded.

"Oh! You did a good job! This bottle of potion is a reward for you." The instructor smiled and rewarded the student with a bottle of soul potion.

But the little ones could clearly see that the instructor was absent-minded.

"Instructor, what's wrong with you? You look worried. Has the front line been completely defeated?" The news to the crowd was a little delayed, and their impression of the front line was still stuck in the period of great collapse.

"It's not because of this. Actually, it's because... Alas!" The instructor shook his head. "You will be the last batch of students. You should return to the ground in two days."

"Ah? Why? Is it because there is some problem with the diplomacy on the ground?" The students were a little surprised.

"It's more serious than that. There will be huge changes in the underground world in the near future, so I hope everyone will not come for the time being."

"No!" The students sighed. They felt that it was too much fun here, and they were reluctant to leave.

Just when everyone was complaining, they noticed a team of carriages coming on the road in the distance.

"Eh? Are those new students here?" Everyone was familiar with this kind of carriage. Whenever there were new students taking over, these carriages would come.

Everyone turned their eyes to that direction, and as the carriage stopped, the people in the carriage also slowly got down.

However, the students were somewhat surprised by the people who came down. They were all good-looking prisoners wearing handcuffs and leg shackles.

"These people look so strange..." Although the students were young, they could also notice that something was wrong.

"In fact, they are members of the Dream Cult, and now the Dream Cult has been destroyed. Their archbishop may retaliate against us at any time. So do you understand?" The instructor said quietly.

Everyone's eyes were filled with confusion. "Is it just the Archbishop? What's there to be afraid of? There are so many of us!"

"Do you remember the collapse of the front line? Archbishop Yan Ling destroyed the front line alone." said the instructor.

"What?" The students' eyes widened. They didn't know much about the collapse of the front line. They always thought that the collapse of the front line was due to the enemy's army. But they didn't expect it was done by one person! This is too outrageous!

This was the first time that everyone felt the horror of personal power.

"This is not fair!" Everyone felt a little uncomfortable.

"That's the truth. In fact, this world is inherently unfair. Just like everyone has lived a superior life before, but your slaves are born inferior. It is really difficult to create a truly fair and just world." The instructor sighed.

"No! It is still possible! People in the ground world are all similar in strength. They don't have individual great powers. Maybe as long as the guiding ideology is correct, we can really achieve a fair and just world!" Instead, the students showed positive expressions.

"Hahaha! Then keep going!" The instructor also smiled. These kids have not been completely twisted by their decadent lives. They are full of hope like little flames. But they have to go eventually. When they return to the ground, facing the dark and humid environment, how many of them can remain hopeless?

Abandoning some unnecessary thoughts, the instructor walked towards the carriage. He was going to receive the prisoners. The superiors had issued an order that they needed to carry out labor reform and ideological education on these prisoners.

But this is difficult. The difficulty is not in labor reform, but in ideological education. Those guys are all dream believers, and they already have their own set of ideas.

The instructor divided the prisoners into groups, and his methods of treating these prisoners were much more violent than those of the children. Although those children also knew how to farm, they were more like playing.

Each of these prisoners will have a farming target, and those who fail to meet it will be punished.

At first these prisoners were a little lazy, but after being whipped they became much more obedient.

They worked silently, with an inexplicable light in their eyes. The instructor knew that these people still had illusions. They were waiting for their archbishop to save them. However, the ideological education should be carried out. While they were working, the instructor carried out ideological education on the side.

"You need to write down what I said at night. If you can't, you will be whipped the next day!" said the instructor coldly.

The students who were observing the situation looked a little strange. "Instructor, is this behavior considered oppression?"

"Haha, they are enemies and criminals. They don't have any political rights. We can't be soft-hearted when facing these guys." The instructor explained.

"Oh~" The students nodded ignorantly.

"Instructor, I heard that the Dream Cult also implements laws similar to yours. But why do they still need to carry out ideological education?" a classmate asked in confusion.

"Because those laws were enacted at our strong request. In the beginning, the living conditions of the lower class people in that area were actually no different from those of the lower class people on the ground now. They were enslaved by the Dream Cult and had no human rights at all. We couldn't stand their practices, so we forced them to correct them. However, this wrangling lasted for nearly 100 years before there was a significant improvement. But even so, there are still many bad habits there." The instructor sighed slightly. It's not that those guys are so good, but because of their resistance, those people gave in.

"So that's how it is!" Everyone finally understood.

"But the Dream Cult is really weak! Considering the time, they were destroyed so quickly." Some students keenly noticed the problem.

"That's right. We thought we would be stuck in a protracted war. But we didn't expect those guys to be so weak. As expected, their class determines their overall character. How could those guys who are content with pleasure have the determination to fight to the death? This weakness is bound to make them fail! Even if they have power that is no weaker than ours." The instructor smiled.

"Hahaha!" The students couldn't help laughing when they heard this. "They are all paper tigers!"

The criminals who were working in the fields listened to the children around them talking about them, and their faces gradually became ugly.

"What qualifications do you have to laugh at us? Aren't you also so-called feudal slave owners? Will your fate be better than ours? If our archbishop does not step forward, your world on earth will sooner or later be overturned by these lunatics! Their ambition will not stop!"