Pioneer Wizard's Notebook

The development of the manor is proceeding in an orderly manner.

After completing a round of inspections, Linde prepared to return to the laboratory.

He needs to conduct research on rune fusion and evolve more Ash Furnace Rats.

However, before that, Lind had one more small attempt.

The contract with the Frostfang Wolf did not consume all of his spiritual energy.

He can also make a contract with an ordinary animal.

"The estate currently has ground squirrels, maned horses, wolfhounds, and wool sheep, but unfortunately they lack the value of being contracted."

Linde pondered to himself.

The contract would become a burden on his spirituality.

With the Frostfang Wolves present, these animals were no longer able to help him.

The manor has no shortage of combat capabilities for the time being.

The same applies to production; even without a contract, wolfhounds and maned horses will still work.

Fortunately, besides these, there were two other special animals in his room.

Linde entered the bedroom.

The wooden frame beside the window, one black and one white, has ravens and white doves perched on it.

Upon his arrival, the two birds flapped their wings, opened their beaks and chirped, waiting for their daily food.

They were messengers of the nobility.

Raven was responsible for relaying messages from Lind to the other baronies.

The white dove was a gift from Tinia to him, used for private communication between the two of them.

Compared to ordinary animals, birds have a unique advantage in flight, and their reconnaissance and search capabilities far surpass those of wolfhounds.

And that's exactly what the manor needs right now.

Linde scattered a handful of grain in front of them, his gaze lingering on the ravens pecking at it.

Compared to doves, ravens are larger, fly faster, and have well-developed beaks and sharp claws, making them more capable of self-defense.

Moreover, its cold resistance far exceeds that of the white pigeon.

As a native species of the Ice Mist Forest, it can venture deep into the forest without worrying about freezing to death in the cold wind at night.

Lind made a decision, pressing his fingers on the raven's head, his spirituality extending as fine threads.

"Gah~ Gah".

"Relax, you'll get a treat after you finish."

Lindwin said.

Ravens are social animals with high intelligence, even surpassing that of adult wolfhounds.

Under spiritual contact, it tilted its head and did not resist.

A spiritual contract is formed here.

As an ordinary animal, the raven gave Lind little in return, merely making its eyes brighter.

Linde paid no attention, channeling the power of the flight-increasing projection rune into the raven's spiritual space, thus completing the evolution of his ability.

It doesn't matter if you can't defeat the various monsters in the Frosty Forest.

As long as it flies fast enough to achieve high-altitude reconnaissance, it will meet Linde's expectations.

The white doves were left behind, heads bowed, pecking at the grain, completely unaware of what had happened.

Linde carried the raven to the balcony.

"Let me see what the world looks like through your eyes."

Filled with curiosity, Lind shifted his focus to the raven.

At this moment, the world before my eyes changed.

The four colors of vision appeared before his eyes.

The ability to sense ultraviolet light caused the snow-covered roads of the manor to emit irregular streaks of dark light.

These are traces left by residents when they dumped their feces and urine in the early morning.

The activity traces of ground squirrels and rodents were clearly visible from this perspective, and Lind could see them clearly.

In addition to a wider color gamut perception, the raven's eyes can also achieve panoramic surveillance.

He took in the entire surrounding scenery with almost no blind spots.

"How interesting," Lind thought.

He took over the raven's body, flapped his wings somewhat clumsily, and flew into the sky.

Residents building houses, soldiers holding weapons, the entire Sunflower Manor comes into view.

He clearly captured the serious expression on Huai En's face as he trained his knights, even noticing the number of eyelashes on his forehead.

Steam rose from the newly built open-air bath.

The town's girls, having taken off their clothes, splashed and played in the water.

Linde flapped his wings and landed on the top wall of the bathhouse.

After resting for a while, he was satisfied and flew into the sky again.

This time, he didn't linger above the manor, but flew quickly towards the direction of the Ice Mist Forest.

Power projection runes appeared on the wings, propelling the surrounding airflow to accelerate flight.

But after trying it once, Lind quickly stopped.

The raven's magic power is too weak; the runes can only accelerate it at crucial moments. It's better to fly normally most of the time.

He crossed the outermost edge of the forest and entered the river valley on the west side.

William and the rangers led a logging team, and the iron ore mining station was guarded by Frostfang wolves.

These scenes flashed by one by one from below.

Linde did not stop flying; he flew over the outer territory occupied by the White Bear King and into the interior of the valley.

Flying high in the sky, he ignored the howling cold wind around him and was immersed in the thrill of flying.

After a while, Linde looked down.

When he led his rangers on hunts, he had to be constantly vigilant, avoiding not only powerful enemies but also the prey of the forest. Often, he would not see a single living creature for hours.

But from the raven's perspective, the forest seems to come alive.

Beneath the snow-covered bushes, snow hares hide and nibble on the remaining leaves and roots.

In the birch forest, packs of wolves relentlessly pursued a herd of reindeer, each turn and leap raising a flurry of snowflakes.

Linde flew overhead, his gaze drawn to something.

In that direction.

The hot spring, formed by the hot currents rising from the ground, converges below a mountain wall, creating a misty, fairyland-like atmosphere.

At the very center of the hot spring, a ten-meter-high sword-shaped hill rises.

A dozen or so mammoths were soaking in the hot spring, occasionally sucking water with their trunks and spraying it on their companions, washing each other's bodies.

The heartwarming scene didn't last long.

A massive ice bear arrived, accompanied by two female polar bears and four half-grown cubs.

Hunting is scarce in winter, and the four bear cubs have become noticeably thinner.

The giant bear of the ice field, now the father, roared and charged fiercely at the mammoths.

"Moo!"

The elephants raised their trunks, issuing angry warnings to the predators, while protecting their three young calves in the center.

Adult mammoths used their bodies as a barrier to try to stop the giant bears from attacking.

The bear's claws tore open the mammoth's thick skin, creating a meter-long wound.

Scalding hot blood gushed out, staining the hot spring red.

The wounded mammoth let out a mournful cry.

However, before the Icefield Bear could launch another attack, the ground suddenly began to rumble and tremble.

The sword-shaped hill in the hot spring center has come to life!

The surface cracked open, transforming into massive sword and halberd scales forged from rock.

The sword-spine earthworm was awakened from its sleep by the smell of blood.

The anger brought on by its morning grumpiness caused it to swing its long, serpentine tail, whipping the Icefield Giant Bear away and sending it rolling on the ground, covered in blood.

"roar!"

Amidst the angry roars of the Sword-Spine Earth Dragon, the wounded Icefield Giant Bear hastily fled with his wife and children.

Although both are extraordinary demons, their bloodlines create an insurmountable gap between them.

After chasing away the annoying creature, the Saberback Earth Dragon glanced at the injured mammoth.

It had no interest in this, so it shrank back into a small hill to absorb geothermal energy from beneath the hot spring.

The hot springs have returned to calm.

Having witnessed a spectacular show, Lind flapped his wings and took flight again.

The valley was more lively than he had imagined.

The sky gradually darkened.

Linde tried to land on a treetop, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Among the snow-covered spruce branches, the compound eyes that rotate can be vaguely seen.

Thin, almost transparent strands intertwined above the snow.

A cold wind swept away the accumulated snow, revealing a crystal-clear body beneath – a white spider in its nest, waiting for its prey to come to it.

"A cunning fellow," Lind commented.

He flew to another treetop, landed safely, wrapped his body tightly with his wings, and waited for night to fall.