"Reynard, send all the summoned light infantry to guard the plantation," Rynar said as he stepped outside, contemplating for a moment.
After all, the summoned light infantry could no longer keep up with Rynar's pace.
In the future, his army would primarily consist of Rapid Infantry, supported by professional troops.
The light infantry, with their relatively weak combat capabilities, were simply not equipped to handle high-intensity missions.
Guarding a designated area would be much more suitable for them.
"Yes!" Reynard replied before turning to leave.
"Hmm, it seems I still have a chicken farm that hasn't been placed yet," Rynar suddenly slapped his forehead, recalling that he still had a building to manifest.
"Chicken Farm: Occupying an area of 10 acres, containing 100 low-level magical beasts—Snowwing Chickens! Note: Snowwing Chickens can fly and contain anti-air magic!"
"Goodness! Low-level magical beasts!" Rynar exclaimed. Although they were merely the lowest tier of magical beasts, magical beasts were still magical beasts.
Their life force couldn't be compared to that of ordinary animals.
Consuming their blood and flesh could significantly increase one's energy, accelerate training, and make advancement much easier.
"Should I... ask Dylan for help in taking care of them?" Rynar thought, realizing that since he was farming anyway, raising chickens too would be convenient.
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"Dylan!" Rynar returned to find Dylan squatting on the ground, digging into the soil.
At that moment, he was carefully planting a crimson plant using an enchanted trowel inscribed with intricate patterns.
The plant had nine blood-red bead-like leaves that presented a deep blue color, standing at about an arm's height but giving Rynar a sense of the sacred.
"What is this? Why does it seem like you care for it more than you care for yourself?" Rynar teased.
"Don't underestimate this thing! It's very precious! It might be the last one in the world!" Dylan's expression changed, his face full of displeasure.
"Ahem, that wasn't my intention," Rynar quickly apologized; whatever the big shot said was law.
"This magical herb is called the Nine Bead Reviving Orchid!" Dylan remarked, noticing Rynar's feigned interest.
"What effects does it have?" Rynar asked curiously.
"It's the main ingredient for the resurrection potion!" Dylan shot him a knowing glance, his eyes filled with depth.
"No way! Resurrection potions really exist?" Rynar jumped up, completely shocked. He never imagined that a mythic potion capable of resurrecting the dead in games truly existed in reality!
"Of course! Although I only have a 10% chance of making it, it does exist!" Dylan said nonchalantly.
Rynar's gaze towards Dylan instantly changed! This was a walking treasure!
Someone capable of making resurrection potions was someone to keep an eye on; whatever he wanted, he should get! He couldn't let anyone take him away!
Rynar had noticed that as his level increased, the characters summoned by the system showed less obedience.
On one hand, it was due to his strength not being enough to earn their respect; they followed him because he was currently carrying the flag of the Zaltarion Empire.
The number of those genuinely swayed by his charisma was few.
Otherwise, Reynard wouldn't have dared to oppose him at the Lonely Mountain.
On the other hand, when their power reached a certain level, they naturally held little reverence for royal authority.
After all, it was easy to understand—they were exceptionally strong, and with the vast world at their feet, why should they heed his commands?
"Well, Your Majesty, is there something you need to discuss upon returning?" Dylan asked casually, not bothering to look up since Rynar wouldn't return for no reason.
"There's a sealed magical ranch here that needs your care!" Rynar contemplated before saying.
"A magical ranch? The Zaltarion Empire actually left behind such a treasure? Let me see it established beside the plantation!"
Dylan's interest piqued instantly; the knowledgeable sage was very eager for work that could expand his knowledge.
"System! Materialize the chicken farm!" Rynar silently commanded.
"Buzz!" A flash of white light erupted as countless arcane magical runes danced out of the void. Elements drifting through the world were gathered together to form low walls, a keeper's cabin, chicken coops, wooden sheds, and pastures...
Following this, a series of magically charged formations enveloped the entire chicken farm, casting a faint translucent barrier over the area.
Then, the space opened, and a flock of Snowwing Chickens with white wings and gray bodies flapped their wings as they flew out.
They shot up into the sky, attempting to escape the area.
Unfortunately, the next second, they were gently intercepted by the overhead barrier, flapping their wings in vain but unable to break free.
"Low-level magical beasts, Snowwing Chickens? Not bad, not bad!
Ten males and ninety females! It's quite fortunate for this sealed magical ranch to pass into your hands!
Although during the Empire's peak, this thing was just a baron's ranch in the countryside, to have it now is quite an achievement!
I've studied along the way and found that the current level of magic is shockingly low.
Forget about raising wyverns and griffins; even providing meat from these magical beasts is impossible!" Dylan complained, astonished that the current level of magic was so poor.
Rynar was drenched in cold sweat; wasn't that the case!
Their existing era was the Fifth Era! It was only the Third Era now! If the system hadn't altered their memories, there would have been a major crisis!
"Wait, a rural baron? Am I really worthy of such treatment?" Rynar's eyes widened in disbelief! He was living like a baron of the Zaltarion Empire?
"Your Majesty, to be fair, you might not be living as well as a rural baron during the Empire's most glorious times.
At least they had castles and a population that could make you envious!
Although I don't know how you maintain such a powerful and vast army with these scarce numbers, especially the knight order!" Dylan's eyes shone with curiosity.
"They are wandering tribesmen, drawn to me by my call!" Rynar replied irately.
"No wonder. By all accounts, you shouldn't be able to support such a massive army!
Food is a problem, and I haven't seen any signs of farmland outside the city?" Dylan mercilessly added another jab.
"The city of Riverguard has just been established... everything is a work in progress!" Rynar explained, his face darkening.
"Ah, I see! I was wondering why the castle of a king like you looked so shabby! But it seems filled with supplies; where do you reside?" Dylan asked, filled with curiosity.
"It seems you have misused your mental probing... no more using it to explore the palace area in the future!" Rynar roared, his face dark.
"Uh... sorry, it's a professional habit... I subconsciously check," Dylan scratched his head awkwardly.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!" Suddenly, a female Snowwing Chicken let out a low call, and a snow-white egg rolled from beneath her.
"Whoa! A chicken egg?" Rynar's eyes lit up at the sight of the egg, his mouth watering. Eating bread, wild vegetables, and cured meat every day wasn't great! He hadn't seen fresh eggs in a long time.
After casually snatching up the egg, Rynar left Dylan's side, satisfied, and prepared to find a place to enjoy this long-lost fresh egg!
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