How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

"A little girl who just learned to play tricks and change the subject, that's it."

"Stupid and stupid."

Lu Yuan looked at Ram in front of him and made an introduction.

"In general, Emilia has made considerable progress, and she is already playing tricks because of jealousy."

Lu Yuan looked at Lahm and explained what happened just now, with a sense of relief in his tone.

In the past, when Emilia treated Lu Yuan, it was more of an emotion that she was afraid that Lu Yuan would leave her directly because of others.

But now this kind of jealousy belongs to girls seriously.

As soon as Lu Yuan finished these words, Emilia, who was pulling him and Ram, ran faster by half a minute.

Long silver hair fluttered, with his back to the two of them.

Emilia's pointed ears, which were already a little red, fully explained her heart at the moment.

She felt super embarrassed.

Absolutely, never again in the future.

Ram: "..."

The pink-haired ghost girl who was being dragged silently looked at Lu Yuan and then at Emilia.

For some reason, she always felt that Lu Yuan and Emilia's way of getting along was weird.

……

The three of them quickly returned to a research institute that had just been set up.

It is said to be a research institute, but it is actually a small shed temporarily built with a few planks of wood.

However, it does a good job in terms of sealing and protection. From Lu Yuan's eyes, it can be seen that this thing will at least not leak when it rains.

If you let Lu Yuan, who has "simplification of the process", build it yourself, of course you can easily shoot a house that is infinitely better than this.

But this is obviously unnecessary.

Without mentioning Lu Yuan, it is impossible to follow them to build houses all the time, and the house built by Lu Yuan is actually not as professional as them.

Just like Lu Yuan seldom uses "process simplification" to participate in various physical labors now, his ability of tens of millions will directly make all the citizens have nothing to do, and will also kill people in other ways. Be creative in many ways.

In an emergency, it’s okay to do it occasionally for a while.

However, if Lu Yuan stays in a certain position for a long time and uses "process simplification", it is easy for some things to become deformed in terms of development.

"Lord Lord."

Seeing Lu Yuan coming, several researchers nodded to him.

And Emilia, who was still a little shy, entered the siege of the researchers.

The whole person became serious and serious in an instant.

The silver-haired girl in a white coat is the leader and center of the entire laboratory.

In a sense, the talent training of the "Frozen Soil Research Institute" is in the hands of Emilia.

"I brought Lu Yuan over to participate together."

"This experimental project is expedited, so it needs to be accelerated."

Emilia, who was dressed in a white coat, scanned the crowd and spoke softly.

And the other researchers around didn't need Emilia to say at all, since Lu Yuan came in, they never left Lu Yuan's body.

Everyone has experienced the power of the lord for a long time, and that feeling is absolutely addictive.

End of this chapter

The Karsten mansion was silent at night.

On the luxurious big red carpet, a heroic beauty walked in slowly holding a blood-stained sword.

Gold epaulettes with white trim, long dark burgundy coat, knee-high boots with white lace, white gloves, and a blue hat with a white horizontal stripe down the middle.

The dark green hair is scattered freely in the courtyard at night.

The girl originally had a trace of feminine clothing.

Accompanied by a little bit of blood contamination, it became a kind of complete iron blood and cruelty.

"Boom ~" sound.

The sword was then discarded on the ornate marble stand.

nor light the magic lamp in the hall

In the darkness, Crusch casually wiped away the blood stains on his face.

"again."

"Uncle Roel seems to have attended my coming-of-age ceremony just last year."

There was no one around, the girl said indifferently, while opening the underground wine cellar, she took out a bucket of sealed wine bottles and put them in front of her eyes.

The expression of Crusch Karsten at this moment was reflected in the wine bottle by the moonlight shining through the window.

There was an expression of indifference on the face that was still stained with blood.

"I explained it to you thoroughly."

"Most of the grain produced by Lugnica due to the dragon flowed to Kakarachi. There are still reserves of dragon blood and dragon dung. In the future, all the grain produced will be supplied to the country, relying on my five years of accumulation , Lugnica can hold it."

"Why do you want to escape at this time?"

"Why did they attack the granaries set up in various villages at this time?"

"Obviously leaving Lugnica, your identity will not be worth mentioning."

"Obviously as long as the plan continues, the whole country will slowly recover."

"Obviously I have already said that the only result for those who sell grain to merchants without authorization is death!"

Looking at the wine bottle in his hand, Crusch kept talking.

It seems to be making a statement to a dead soul, and it seems to be simply muttering to oneself.

There was no intention of drinking at all, and Crusch at this moment knew that he could not get drunk.

After speaking, Crusch stood up and put the bottle of precious red wine he received on his 18th birthday back in the corner of the wine cellar.

pat~

At this moment, a slight sound sounded in the castle courtyard.

"Reinhardt, just come in if you want."

After walking out of the cellar, Crusch directly read the name of the visitor.

With fiery red hair and clear blue eyes, his slender figure is still conspicuous even in the dark.

Rigorous and honest, honest and honest, brave and courageous, humble and polite.

This knight among knights, every time he comes, he will remind the opposite person in his own way.

He absolutely does not allow himself to peep into other people's privacy.

"That's disturbing."

At this moment, Reinhardt became Crusch's bodyguard with the unanimous consent of everyone in the capital.

"I came to ask you for an explanation on behalf of several other families."

"They want you to explain why you did it to Roel."

The Sword Master stood in the courtyard, looking directly at Crusch, waiting for the answer.

"why?"

The heroic girl casually sat down in front of the chair in the courtyard, and looked at Reinhardt standing in the courtyard as if nothing had happened.

"Shenlong Polonicani doesn't know if he can survive the next two years. Every grain in Lugnica is precious."

"Roel Julius blatantly exchanged hoarded food for money, shouldn't he die?"

Crusch looked at the red-haired swordsman in the courtyard and asked.

"They have evidence to prove that it was the butler of the Julius family who did all this, and Roel himself didn't know about it."

After a while of silence, Reinhardt replied to Crusch.

But the heroic girl listened to this and just looked at Reinhardt quietly, with a smiley expression on her face instead.

There seemed to be a little bit of blood in the dark green hair scattered in the night.

Crusch went to the courtyard, poured himself a glass of water from the already cold teapot and drank it.

The gate wall of Karsten's house, which was made of layered stone materials of different textures, cast a long reflection under the moonlight at this moment, covering Crusch's figure.

"You can't even fool the Sword Master with such words, right?"

The smile changed to a kind of indifferent seriousness.

"Since it's a lie that even you can't lie to, is there any need to refute it?"

She asked Reinhardt a rhetorical question.

"..."

"Cursch Karsten, you are violating the laws of the royal capital."

After being silent for a while, Reinhardt seemed to sigh.

"Even if you don't consider those dead merchants, it's already the fourth family."

The bright moonlight was already on the face of the red-haired youth.

It was obvious that he was standing in the light, while Crusch was standing in the darkness.

But on Reinhardt's face, there was a kind of unspeakable sluggishness.