"Eh? Asina hasn't reacted yet.
Field threw himself on top of Ashna, burying his face at her neck, the fragrance of the Chosen alone filling his heart.
And then, with a vengeance, Field stuck it down.
The waist is soft and slender, with a full grip.
"Don't do that, my Lord! Ashna felt the hot, damp breath in her neck and looked from side to side in panic, she said, without pushing it away.
She even needs to control the powerful divine power within her body, or the violent divine power may hurt her Lord.
Feel the field's delicate burning tongue bridge, "light and slow twist wipe pick", Asina immediately felt a tingling back, legs weak. The next moment, Field was touching his other hand in strange places.
"How could it have come to this!
Ashna can't laugh or cry, she needs to fight the joy that comes from her body, and she has to control the divine power to prevent the rage.
Doing both makes her more sensitive.
We're about to open the lid and eat.
Fortunately, Asina nibbled the tip of her tongue, allowing her brain to gain a hint of clarity, and her body quickly retreated.
"Well, it feels good, no! How strange!"
After all, too much content, everyone does not like to see.
"There's something wrong with that plant. In the fog, there's only devil stuff."
Asina regretted it and would have burned the suspicious thing.
'Lord Field! Where are you?" The guards had found that Field was not in the centre of the village and had been looking for him in great anxiety.
'Good heavens! Ashna's blushing face was instantly flustered.
In a panic, no sense of pleasure, Ashna immediately pulled out her hand, prompting the divine power of Field between the eyes. The pure divine power immediately dispelled the medicinal properties of the magical plant.
"Oh, I feel dizzy."
Field held his head, gradually waking up, the animal desire in his heart was suppressed by reason. I opened my eyes to see Asina with her legs under her legs, blushing to the point of dripping water, but pretending to look at the scenery.
"I'm fine."
The guard came to him, and Field motioned him to go outside and wait.
"I don't think I've studied that little green vegetable." Frowning, Field felt as if this had been done, threw down his limp arm, and immediately bent over, reaching out to pick a sample, "So, is this a magic plant?"
"Don't! The winter goddess is on top." Ashina is almost silly, this again, they may not be able to hold, they even have to change a dress, which can let field again so toss, "you have just studied, this plant is very dangerous."
Ashina helpless, will just happen to everything, close to Field's ear, whispered out.
"What a twisted plant." Field was shocked, but then sighed, "Alas, I have no memory at all."
"What a pity! I'm afraid of you. If this plant eats souls, what about the territory?" Ashina wagged her fingers angrily. "Even if you want me, you don't want me by, uh, ahem."
Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Ashina was silenced immediately.
"Yes, burn it! Simply burn it to frustrate the devil's plan." Asina gritted her teeth, her red pupils burning, like the feverish villagers at a witch hunt.
Field looked at the busy Asina, a burst of laughter: "Don't worry, treat new things to be patient and tolerant, you think, if this thing to the horse and cow, what will happen?"
Asina's pretty eyes widened and her hands crossed. "What a pervert! You can't cross! Well, I mean, not cows and horses, but people and Asians."
"Poof." Field laughed, obviously Asina was his move, the whole IQ is not online, "is the problem of livestock breeding, with this herb, the future livestock breeding will be much easier."
"As soon as the number of cattle and sheep increases, we will have more meat than we can eat." Field snapped his fingers happily.
The magic resistance of the chosen is very strong, and the royal scholars have done tests, and the ordinary chosen can be immune to 35%-70% of the magic damage, and defend against the specialized chosen God, and even can be completely immune to magic, and even rebound magic.
Field handed over the jar and asked Asina to collect three samples, along with the soil.
The financial gains are dismal.
The guards searched the village of Rum and found 21 silver coins and 87 bronze coins.
"The village was so poor that we were not the first to visit." Field picked up an old silver coin, gently brushed the dirt off it, and the beautiful grain of the silver coin was again displayed in front of his eyes. "When the war broke out between the Empire and the Orcs, both sides would come to the village of Rum to loot, and it was expected that there would be little money."
As for the rest of the loot, a barely functioning chair, a chest, a dozen broken clay POTS, and a large pile of firewood, which had been removed from the furniture of the house.
Fortunately, the return trip was smooth, without being blocked by monsters.
As soon as he stepped into the territory, Field's eyes lit up. There were no wiggling tentacles and meat pieces in the farmland, and it was refreshing like rubbing the back and cleaning the dirt completely.
All that's left of the fields is toxic soil and the burning ash of rotting organisms.
"My Lord, we have cleaned out all the corruption in our territory and burned it to ashes." The slave stooped with an ingratiating look.
Field sat on his horse, looked around and nodded, "Well done. You'll all get paid."
The slaves beamed with joy.
"The next task is to repair my large winery, to shovel away the rotting remains, to replace the rotten wood, to repair the cave-ins and holes." Field had long planned that living in a place where the wind leaks and the smell of monster urine is physically torture, even if Field's residence is the best place for night.
"But my Lord, I can't do carpentry."
Field paused for a moment, as if he had forgotten this, and called out: "Is there anyone who can work as a carpenter, stonemason, or blacksmith?"
There was complete silence, and the Khal, the steward, said bluntly: "My Lord, those who can master technology are free men, slaves are waste."
"Well, let's recruit some. I'm going to a city outside of Grey Mist. What's the nearest city? By the way, Maple City in the High Castle.
The butler had a look of regret: "The craftsmen of each city will be exclusive artisans guild, under the direct jurisdiction of the Lord, and can not be recruited by money." Besides, I don't think any artisans would want to come to Nightwear."
"I'll go there myself." Field shrugged. The Khal, the steward, was used to making objections rather than trying to solve problems.