I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 191 Ashbringer

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Franny told Rhodes that this was the zero-ring earth spell, Earth Shaping.

This spell can manipulate two cubic meters of loose soil, allowing you to either dig it out or fill it in.

Soil can also be transferred from one place to another and reused to achieve the effect of terrain modification.

Just like Franny did.

You can also change the color of the soil or draw patterns on it.

However, changing colors and drawing patterns has a limited lifespan and will eventually revert to its original state or disappear.

"That's right, your spell has been a great help."

Rod stroked Franny's rabbit head.

Rod's words were not simply meant to comfort a child.

Franny's single spell is enough to keep three or four slaves busy for quite a while, and it also needs to be combined with the simple crane made by Rhodes.

Franny, who was skipped from her stop, was also very happy, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

"but,"

Rhodes asked with a smile, "You've only been meditating for a short time, how many spells like this do you have enough magic power to cast?"

"Hmm! Zero-ring spells have very low requirements, only two units of mana!"

Frani nodded vigorously, smiled with narrowed eyes, and replied, "I currently have twenty-three and a half units of magic power!"

The "unit magic" test that Franney mentioned also uses a crystal ball for testing.

The amount of mana consumed by a spell is indicated in the spellbook.

However, this labeling is not very accurate, as different wizards often consume different amounts of energy when casting spells.

Of course, these methods of detecting magic are only used by super-novice wizard apprentices.

Wizard apprentices who spend a lot of time dealing with magic will gradually develop a sense of magical power and will no longer need to use crystal balls to test it.

The same applies to the mana consumed by spells; one can feel it oneself.

Controlling magic and combining spells are the most basic abilities of a wizard, even one who specializes in alchemy.

"Twenty-three and a half points of magic power is not the upper limit of your ability."

Rhodes said with a smile, "Based on your mental strength, you can have at least one hundred points of magic power. You'd better keep it up."

"Yes, Franny will!"

The little snow rabbit nodded earnestly, its eyes resolute as it gripped its paws.

"Alright, then you can continue practicing your spells!"

Rod smiled and patted the little rabbit's head again, genuinely happy.

I was even happier than when I knew Franny would cast Thrust.

This is not to say that Rhodes dislikes offensive spells, but rather that spells like Earth Shaping are now more practical.

For now, Rhodes will not send his wizard apprentices to the front lines; they will remain in Frostleaf Town.

The Dawn Society has a history of at least a hundred years, but they do not have the strength to establish themselves in this world and have to evade the pursuit of the churches in the Eastern Continent.

That means that a wizard apprentice's combat strength is definitely not enough.

While offensive spells are important, Rhodes' idea is to have wizard apprentices master more spells that can help the territory develop.

Potion preparation, magical plant cultivation, magical beast breeding, and ore alchemy, etc.

These, combined with Rhodes' modern knowledge and thinking, will enable him to better develop the territory.

In this way, the military development of the territory will not lag behind, and it can also be elevated to an extraordinary level.

"It seems I need to spend more time improving my skills."

Rhodes looked at Franny casting a spell by the ditch and couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection).

Rhodes believed that if one wanted to control someone with extraordinary power, then one should also possess a certain level of extraordinary power.

Back at the manor, Avril greeted them warmly.

After a brief hug, Avril took Rod's arm and said, "You were gone when I woke up this morning. I forgot to tell you, but I found the first-tier magical plant that Snow Wheat had evolved into."

Avril pulled Rhodes to sit down, then turned around and brought out the books, placing them in front of him.

"The advanced magical plant of Snow Wheat should be called Frost Blue Wheat. Other similar plants include Flame Red Wheat, Earth Golden Wheat, and Hurricane Green Wheat."

"They are collectively called magic wheat, and any one of them is a major ingredient in making potions that quickly restore magic power."

Rhodes asked in surprise, "You mean any one of them can be used to make a potion that quickly restores mana?"

"Yes, but they can't be used together."

Avril explained, "These four magical plants can also be used to make corresponding elemental potions, spell-enhancing potions, and so on."

"Isn't snow wheat extremely important?"

Rhodes frowned slightly, pondering and sighing, "It seems we can't give it to the people."

“Darling, Snow Wheat isn’t really magic wheat yet; it’s just a level zero magic plant.”

Avril wrapped her arms around Rhodes' neck and leaned on his shoulder as she continued, "Snow wheat was a staple food for wizards and nobles in ancient times."

"Even a zero-tier plant is still a magical plant, and it contains some energy, right?" Rhodes asked.

“Mm.” Avril nodded.

Rhodes looked at the illustrations in the book, a hint of longing in his eyes.

"No wonder there were so many wizard apprentices in ancient times; eating this kind of wheat every day would naturally make their talents better."

“And bloodline,” Avril added.

"Ah."

Rod nodded. "From now on, we'll use these snow wheat grains as our staple food."

As he spoke, Rod lightly kissed Avril's cheek.
"Alright, I should go meditate now."

Franny had a significant impact on Rhodes.

After absorbing the three spirit gems, Rhodes' mental strength had reached 11.9. Rhodes couldn't afford to waste his talent.

Avril nodded and let Rod return to his studio to train.

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As the month of freezing spring approaches, the cold wind gradually subsides and is no longer as biting as a knife.

Frostleaf Town was bathed in the soft winter light, and wisps of white smoke rose from the chimneys of the wooden houses.

Busy figures moved back and forth on the street, exuding vitality.

Outside the Winterfall Manor, in the Magic Plant Garden, Love, wrapped in a thick fur coat, waved his whip, directing the farmers to work.

"Hurry up with your movements!"

Otto shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice drowning out the wind.

"Spread the manure evenly!"

The farmers toiled, sweating profusely as they scattered baskets of well-mixed manure from the flying dragons into the furrows.

Strong yak herders followed behind, pulling heavy plows and spreading the fertilizer evenly.

The manure was fully decomposed, but it still emitted a pungent, fishy stench, mixed with the scent of thunder and frost.

But it is precisely because of these pungent, fishy smells that the fertilizer is rich in magic, allowing the snow wheat to grow better.

"The lord said that this snow wheat is our lifeline!"

Love shouted again at the top of his lungs, "Watch out, or I won't hold back!"

"Yes, O supervisor."

The farmers responded in hushed tones and worked swiftly, transplanting each snow wheat seedling into the fertile soil.

"I never imagined that wheat could actually grow in the snow..."

The old farmer shook his head and muttered to himself, "Looks like we really are getting old..."

"Fortunately, we worked diligently back then, otherwise we would have delayed the lord's important affairs."

Another farmer chimed in, "It's all because of Gragg's saying that wheat definitely wouldn't grow in winter, that we doubted it, pshaw!"

"Don't mention Gerlag, he was beaten so badly by the overseer that he couldn't even get up."

"Deserve it!"

"Who told him to be so foul-mouthed and not work properly!"

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These guys are really something, all they do is criticize other people.

Listening to the farmers' hushed conversation, Love couldn't help but sneer.

The so-called "Glag" was the tall farmer who had been severely whipped by him before, and was kicked out of the winter plowing team after the beating.

At the time, some people privately complained that Love was cold-hearted, saying that a dung worker like him was not qualified to be a supervisor.

Now that they've seen the real wheat, they all change their tune and start blaming Glag.

Of course, Love couldn't be bothered to argue with these people.

"Stop talking about it."

Lov, holding the rolled-up whip, coldly urged twice.
"Seriously, everyone, get to work! We can't afford to lose even one wheat seedling!"

The farmers dared not say anything more and quickly lowered their heads to get back to work.

According to the cultivation method of frost blue wheat, this crop needs to be grown in extreme cold to produce full ears of wheat.

So after the transplanting was completed, Otto directed the farmers to bring snow from the nearby wasteland and carefully cover the soil around the wheat seedlings to reduce the impact of the gradually warming weather on the wheat fields.

The cold of the northern wilderness gradually gave way to the journey home.

Although it is still the freezing season, the daytime temperatures are no longer as frigid as in the depths of winter.

Otto, along with the rest of the Ministry of Agriculture, was busy on the newly designated farmland outside the town. Workers wielded axes, felled trees, and pried open rocks in the frozen ground to prepare for cultivating the new land.

Neither stone nor wood was wasted.

The stones were dragged away and became one of the materials for the city wall.

The tree trunks were used as materials for fences and hedges, while branches of poor quality were sent to the town's stove pits.

In the distance, Night Fury and Thunder frolic on the snow, occasionally stirring up a cloud of snow mist.

They were not merely playing; they also served as messengers of Rhodes, overseeing the farmers' work.

Ever since the two of them got together, Rhode would let them roam freely in the wilderness from time to time.

At first, Rhodes would follow them, but after a couple of days he set them free.

Meanwhile, Rhodes was in the blacksmith's shop.

Inside the blacksmith shop.

Rhodes carried the forged greatsword in one hand to the whetstone.

He grabbed a whetstone, dipped it in grease, and smeared it on the edge of the greatsword.

"Chacha——"

The whetstone slid along the blade with a steady rhythm, each stroke precise and powerful.

Sparks flew from the blade's edge, as brilliant as fireworks in the night.

Everyone in the blacksmith shop turned their attention to this.

This is the first sword forged from magic steel, and it was forged by the lord himself.

Everyone wanted to witness its birth firsthand.

As the whetstone glided across the blade again and again, the blade gradually gleamed, reflecting the firelight and glowing red.

Vivian, standing to the side watching, couldn't help but say, "Baron, once this sword is sharpened, it might be able to cut down a yak-man with a single strike, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Why would you kill yaks for no reason? They work so hard."

Rhodes glanced at Vivian.

After being reserved for a while, the younger sister gradually returned to her true nature.

"I mean, this sword is very sharp."

Vivian glanced at the busy yak herders not far away, "Anyway, they can't understand it."

"That's not necessarily true. They've already been taking Imperial language classes for two weeks."

Rhodes smiled and turned to look at the yak-man wielding the enormous iron hammer.

"Bane, did you understand what Vivian said just now?"

Bain stopped what he was doing, looked at Rhodes, and shook his head blankly.

Rod turned his head and looked at Vivian with a smirk.
"See, he understood."

"No, I didn't understand."

Bain answered first.

puff!
Vivian couldn't help but laugh when she saw Bain's dull and wooden appearance.

The other blacksmiths understood and burst into laughter as well.

The yak people looked at each other, not understanding what was happening, and then they laughed too.

Rhodes smiled and sighed, as the whetstone slid across the blade again and again.

Feeling that it was about right, Rhodes tested the blade with his fingertip.

The sharp edge sliced ​​through the skin, drawing out a trickle of blood that left a dark red stain on the blade.

The tiny wound on Rod's hand healed in the blink of an eye.

"It looks like it's almost done."

Rhodes held the sword in one hand, and the scorching energy began to circulate within his body, rapidly entering his arm.

This time there was no obstruction, and the scorching energy quickly flowed into the greatsword.

"call!"

A dull sound rang out, and the Demon Steel Greatsword flashed red light in an instant!

The patterns on it flowed continuously across the sword like burning flames!

Wow, it's so beautiful!

Vivian's bright eyes sparkled with excitement. "Try it, Baron!"

"Ah."

Rhodes nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the blacksmith shop.

Hamo quickly stepped in front of the plate armor on the wooden frame and hurriedly shouted, "Sir, you don't need to test your sword on ordinary plate armor!"

"I know."

Rod sighed helplessly.

As Hamor said, ordinary weapons and armor could not stop the greatsword in Rhodes's hand.

"Oh, right, bring me the Sea Pattern Magic Iron Harpoon."

"Good good!"

Hamo quickly ran into the inner room, grabbed two harpoons, and ran out.

The harpoon was going to be reforged anyway, so it doesn't matter if it's destroyed.

Rhodes walked out of the blacksmith's shop carrying his heavy sword and had Hammer hand the harpoon to the guard.

He channeled a wisp of scorching energy back into the greatsword, and then swung it at the harpoon.

"Ding."

The greatsword, its blade crackling with flames, slashed down, severing the harpoon as easily as a tree branch.

It didn't feel like the clash of metal at all; it was more like a hot knife slicing butter.

Everyone present was stunned.

Those around Rhode know how sturdy the harpoon is; even a regular longsword would chip when it hits it.

But this magic steel heavy sword cut through it with ease.

"This is way too sharp!"

Vivian spoke first, "What could possibly stop it?"

"That's normal. To be precise, this sword has transcended ordinary creations."

Rhodes snapped out of his reverie. "Compared to magical items, it's probably not even good enough."

"In ancient times, the armor made by wizards should have been able to easily block it."

As he spoke, Rhode stopped injecting the scorching energy, and the pattern returned to its original orange-red color.

“Come on, lift up the other harpoon,” Rhodes commanded.

"Ok."

The guard raised another harpoon, and Rhodes swung his sword at it.

clang!
The sound of metal being cut rang out, and the harpoon still broke in response.

But this time, you can tell from the sound that it's not as smooth as before.

"Yeah, just as I thought."

Rhodes looked at the blade of the greatsword; it was completely undamaged.

Regardless, this greatsword is better than Rhodes' previous steel greatsword.

“Give this sword a name, my lord.”

Hammer suddenly suggested, "It's worth it."

"Hmm, that's fine, but what should we call it?"

Rhodes looked at the red and orange patterns on the greatsword.

"Since it's related to fire, how about calling it... the Pleasure of Flames?"

Hamo and the guards, knowing they lacked knowledge, tacitly remained silent.

Only Vivian pouted, "Hmm...it doesn't sound like a sword's name, it sounds a bit random."

"It seems to be true."

Rod nodded in agreement.

"How about calling it 'Wrath of Flames'?" Vivian suggested.

"I feel a bit irritable; it suits Gunther, but not me."

Rhodes lowered his head in thought, his gaze sweeping over the broken harpoon joint, which was slightly blackened.

"Let's call him Ashbringer."

Rhodes carried his greatsword to the woodpile where he was chopping wood, channeled his scorching energy into the sword, and then brought it down with a swift motion.

The wooden stump was cut in half like tofu, and the cut was charred black.

"Yes, this name suits you well."

Rhodes weighed the greatsword in his hand and asked Hamor to prepare a scabbard for it.

"Alright, now it's my turn to use my embroidery needle!" Vivian exclaimed excitedly.

"it is good."

Rod nodded readily.

However, just as Rhodes entered the blacksmith's shop to forge magic steel, a guard hurriedly walked in.

"My lord, a message has come from the wolf farm, requesting your presence."

(End of this chapter)