I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Ian leaped out of the dragon's lair and walked along the path toward the rabbit people's settlement.

Nicole brought the people back very competently without causing any trouble, and Charles also meticulously planned a settlement for the rabbit people, but since there were no houses available, they had to be built on the spot.

The rabbit people used to live in wooden houses, but not ordinary wooden houses.

Instead, it is a semi-underground wooden house, consisting of an upper wooden house and a lower underground cave.

Rabbits who are on good terms may even have their burrows connected.

"He's really not afraid of the neighbor's son, Lao Wang..." Ian remarked.

As Ian slowly approached, he heard a commotion.

The sounds of banging, shouting, and rabbit-like children playing mingled together, creating a scene resembling a large market.

The Dragon Territory, which had previously felt somewhat lifeless, now seemed to have gained more vitality.

Ian jumped onto a rock and looked over there.

Goodness...

What was an empty plot of land just half a day ago is now dotted with rows of half-built structures. The above-ground parts are framed with timber, while the underground parts are filled with half-meter-deep pits lined with dry grass.

The rabbits came and went, some carrying wood, some digging soil, and some laying thatch.

The most conspicuous were those minotaurs.

More than fifty burly men squatted on the ground, holding all sorts of tools, digging holes with a heave-he ...

Anyway, relying on his strength, as long as the tools don't fall apart, there's nothing he can't use to dig a hole.

In an instant, a pit half a meter deep appeared. The rabbit-man standing next to him quickly jumped in and kicked hard, stomping the pit walls with his feet.

"Left! Left! Yes! Deeper!" An old rabbit-man stood at the edge of the pit giving instructions.

The minotaur responded in a gruff voice, and with one shovelful, the dirt flew three meters high.

The old rabbit-man was half-buried in the soil, spitting out mud.

"You...you be gentle!"

"Moo?" The minotaur scratched his head and shoveled again. This time, no dirt flew out, but the hole was dug crookedly.

The old man was so angry that his beard stood on end.

Ian watched for a while, then jumped down.

Rongrong was squatting by a medicinal herb field, clutching a handful of herbs in her hand, surrounded by a group of rabbit-children. The children chattered away, asking all sorts of questions, and Rongrong answered them one by one.

"These are energy beans; eating them will give you strength."

"What about this one?"

"Moonlight grass can heal wounds."

"This one?"

"Edelweiss...don't touch this, it's hot."

A child reached out to touch it, but Rongrong slapped his hand away.

"I told you not to touch it!"

The child pouted and withdrew his hand.

Rongrong looked up and saw Ian, then stood up and dusted off her hands.

"Lord Ian."

Ian hopped over to her and glanced at the herb field.

A few rows of seedlings were sparsely planted in the field, and they were growing quite well.

Seeing that the field wasn't very large, Ian casually wove the magical energy channels for adjusting the soil and water on the spot, and also asked about the uses of these magical plants.

Vitality Beans and Moonlight Grass form a classic combination for restoring stamina and health, and can be used to concoct related potions. They can also be eaten directly, but the effect will be slightly less pronounced.

Edelweiss is basically used solely for making fire-attribute potions.

"Did you bring all of these?" Ian asked.

Rongrong nodded: "Yes, it was transplanted directly. I thought it wouldn't survive, but I didn't expect that this place is a volcano, and the edelweiss grows exceptionally well."

Ian nodded and reached out a tentacle to touch a seedling. [Analysis] Activate.

With suitable soil moisture, and because Edelweiss thrives on fire-attribute magic, it can grow quite well here even without Ian adjusting its magic pathways.

"It will grow very well."

Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Ian jumped over to the experimental field.

Dragon blood wheat has grown taller again.

The earliest sprout is now a foot tall, with its leaves fully unfurled.

Other wheat seedlings also sprouted one after another, turning the whole field green with red, and it looked quite impressive.

Rongrong followed and paused when she saw the field of dragon blood wheat.

"What kind of breed is this?"

Ian casually replied, "Wheat, the dragon blood version. You guys will probably be in charge of growing these things from now on."

Rongrong stared at the wheat seedlings for a long time, then looked at the two glowing magical veins.

"Dragon blood? It must be very difficult to cultivate."

She thought for a moment, then added, "You're really amazing."

"Don't just praise me. From now on, you rabbit people will have to take responsibility. If anything seems amiss, you must notify me immediately."

Ian didn't really know how to farm properly, so he simply chose to let the rabbit people do what they wanted and didn't offer any outside advice to the experts.

With the magical network in place, Ian can guarantee a minimum crop yield, but traditional farm maintenance will certainly have its effects as well.

The rabbit people also grow herbs, so we need to plan their cultivation in detail. We can't just give them all the authority to grow whatever they want.

……

As it was getting dark, Ian wandered back to the residential area.

The minotaurs have finished digging the last round of holes for the day and are now packing up their tools.

Dozens of pits, each half a meter deep, were neatly arranged on the ground, each lined with dry grass, just waiting for the upper half of the wooden hut to be erected.

Ian was somewhat embarrassed, thankfully the rabbit people knew that the minotaurs had dug a semi-underground dwelling for them.

Otherwise, seeing this row of deep pits, they might think the monsters are digging their graves... and they might have to pack their belongings and run away overnight.

Nujiao squatted down to the side wiping his sweat, even though he wasn't sweating at all, but he wiped his sweat because he saw others doing it.

"Mother of the Earth!" He exclaimed, his eyes lighting up when he saw Ian. "What do you think of what we've dug?"

Ian looked at the pits: "Easy to dig! It's just that there's a stone tablet next to the pit. It would be best to carve the name on it, otherwise how will we know whose house it is?"

Angered Horn pressed his large hand against his chin, beginning to seriously consider the feasibility of erecting a stone tablet.

As darkness fell, a campfire was lit.

The rabbits sat around the fire.

Ian lay on a rock, with Fluffy sitting beside him.

The laughter of the minotaurs could be heard in the distance, booming like thunder.

"In your tribe," Ian began, "why haven't I seen many young men?"

Rongrong lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously picking at the dirt in the cracks between the stones. "They've been captured."

Ian didn't say anything.

Rongrong continued, her voice calm, as if she were talking about someone else: "After the attack, most of the young men in the tribe were sent away on the spot, probably to work in the mines."

The sound of children's laughter drifted from afar; several little ones were chasing each other around the campfire.

Rongrong looked at them and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"These children, at least, don't have to live the life of slaves."

After a moment of silence, Ian asked, "Do you know any other demi-human tribes?"

Rongrong nodded: "I know some of them. I've seen them before when we were exchanging things."

"Where?"

"There are quite a few around Emerald Hills." Rongrong counted on her fingers, "The fox people used to live in the western forest, but they suddenly disappeared three years ago. Some say they were captured, some say they escaped, but they can't be found."

"The cat-eared tribe hides in the mountains, afraid to come out, only daring to descend at night to trade. We used to secretly trade with them for herbs, and they traded their prey in return."

"There are many other races, but we don't have much contact with them."