Throne of the North

Free things are often accompanied by invisible costs at this moment.

The Empire's Cathedral of Light obviously couldn't wait for three months, so after the news from the south confirmed the transaction with the Frozen Territory, it also brought a large number of objects to spread the faith of the God of Light.

Marquis Beifeng, the patron of light, a noble with divine grace, showed a miracle.

Because of the war, the spring plowing in Thundercloud County, especially in the former territory of Earl Weiss, was later than that of all the nobles. It was for this reason that the harvest on this land this year would be very low.

If winter came earlier and colder, many civilians and slaves would die this year.

This is the impact of the war, and only those who are deeply involved in it can understand it.

How much benefit those nobles gained and how much wealth they lost because of the victory in the war are just numbers, but those numbers will eventually fall on the heads of the lowest serfs.

The miracle shown by Marquis Beifeng is in this regard.

He released a huge range of "divine magic". In his mouth, it is said that this is the gift of the God of Light that only the Columbus royal family can master.

So, just like that, the light of the magic fell in his hand, covering the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and then a heavy rain fell. Under the heavy rain, the wheat seedlings in the farmland grew vigorously.

In one day, the wheat was ripe!

"How rich is the divinity."

Ryan was shocked. The "miracle" performed by the Marquis of the North Wind covered an area of ​​about 15 miles in radius and 15,000 meters in diameter. He also stood in the center of the largest farmland in Leiyun County.

This scale, except for the power of the gods, even legends cannot compare.

"The blessing of divinity only brought this rain, the real power is in the rain."

"I feel the unique vitality of life magic."

Archmage McKen also returned to the frozen land from the wilderness world. He looked at the sky in the south. Even if he was separated by two counties, the archmage could feel the boiling magic factor in the void.

"You mean, some kind of life magic was diluted by this heavy rain and fell on the wheat seedlings on the ground, causing them to change directly from a growing state to a mature state?"

"This statement... is also correct."

Master McKen looked at Ryan in surprise. It would be difficult for him to understand such a thing if he was not a magician, but in Ryan's mouth, this matter was very common.

"It should be some kind of powerful life magic that spread to the sky with a diameter of 15,000 meters through this heavy rain, and then was brought down by the rain."

"Those legendary life magicians actually researched something."

"Is it possible to release this kind of life magic on a large scale?"

Ryan asked seriously. The productivity of this world is too poor if only ordinary people are considered, but if extraordinary factors are added, everything will become unfamiliar to him.

Just like now, within a day, the wheat seedlings in the farmland are mature and can be harvested directly. If this kind of thing can be widely used, it will have earth-shaking changes for the empire that is already in the agricultural society stage.

God? Fuck the gods, it's not as good as increasing grain production tenfold or a hundredfold.

"I'm afraid it's difficult."

Archmage McKen shook his head and said:

"The life magic is either solidified on the magic scroll, or the magic potion with the corresponding effect is made through this magic, but the cost will not be cheap."

"In addition, the scale of the heavy rain consumed a lot of divinity. No matter how much divinity the royal family has, it can't withstand such waste."

Ryan understood that indeed, divinity was used in this "miracle".

Then the cost of this miracle is much higher than the price of wheat in the farmland within the 15,000-meter diameter range.

The appearance of the miracle itself is not for increasing production, but for the spread of faith.

I don't know how many people have firmly become believers of the God of Light because of this heavy rain.

So much so that...

"Father, can the Lord double the beans in my farmland? In a few days, I will have to hand over 150 kilograms of grain to the lord, but in this case, our family can only keep 30 kilograms, which is much less than last year."

"Maybe this year... my mother will starve to death in the winter."

The rough farmer lowered his head and refused the missionary's healing skills, wanting to exchange for some "miracles".

The missionary was powerless to do anything about this. The gift of the dawn could make him a doctor, but it could not make him a god and create food out of thin air.

"We failed."

Gathering together, several missionaries lowered their heads and told the archbishop about their failure to spread faith during this period.

In this land, light is more easily recognized than dawn, and those pioneers of light, including local nobles in the North Wind Province, are promoting it.

The former is really for the spread of light, and the latter wants to use it to offset the influence of the missionaries of the Dawn Church who "passed by" their territory not long ago.

"Perhaps the dawn of our Lord will never illuminate this dark land again."

The missionaries were frustrated. This was the failure of their believers.

"The heretics of the empire deceived the ignorant civilians."

The archbishop with wavy red hair did not speak. Unlike the missionaries' frustration, her eyes were always pious and firm.

"This is just a little bit of suffering given to us by our Lord."

Tranquil Territory.

Ryan knew that with a miracle, those books would be delivered without any worries.

Free lunch would bring devout faith, and the God of Light would soon gain a foothold in the land of North Wind Province, and the Empire's plan would also be successful.

Expensive miracles Ryan no longer had many ideas, and he found Master Yelena. If it weren't for the problem of this genius mage's background, she might have already become famous.

Since miracles are expensive and difficult to replicate, then being down-to-earth becomes the only choice.

"These seeds can adapt to the cold of frozen soil more effectively. Their survival rate in the soil exceeds 80%. They cannot be planted this year, but a test field can be selected for planting. If successful, five to ten kilograms of grain can be produced from each acre of land next year."

"However, the cultivation value of seeds is somewhat high. On average, one silver coin is required per acre, and the materials used are all magical crops."

"Wait until three to five years later, when the seeds are stable from generation to generation, the investment of this part of the cost can be cancelled."

Ryan's eyes widened and he nodded excitedly, and Yelena, who didn't understand many things, almost jumped up in her eyes.

Ryan knew very well what changes this improvement would bring to the frozen soil territory and the land where Ryan's influence could radiate in the future.

Food is the first necessity of the people. If he mastered food production, he would be everyone's god!