Banner of the Evil God

The farmer shouted and directed the old ox to pull the plow slowly through the field, leaving the land with deep gullies behind him.

"It's incredible!" Knight Charles Ous, the eldest son of the late Knight Divol Ous and his successor, stared at the scene in front of him in a trance, praised again and again, and finally said to the thin man next to him who was wearing thick clothes even in the warm weather, "Lord Crick, you are really the wisest person I have ever seen!"

Crick Keen smiled, coughed twice, and then said lightly: "This is nothing. It is the lord's duty to let the farmers harvest more and let the people live better."

After the war a few months ago, he fell ill when he returned to his hometown. After examination, it turned out that he had mixed into the battle between the Holy Spirit and the God's Messenger, and was shot in the battle and cursed by the power of God.

This level of curse is difficult to exorcise. Either a large-scale magic ceremony is held, or a few masters at the level of the chief priest of a large church are found. Either way was beyond the ability of Baron Keen, so he could only stay sick and delay slowly.

Fortunately, the head of the Void Mask Church in Keen City happened to be a priest who mastered the two fields of "life" and "healing". With his help, Creek's condition was at least stabilized. Although he was a little weak, at least he would not continue to deteriorate.

Creek felt that this was enough. After experiencing that earth-shaking war, he was still able to talk and laugh in this way. He was lucky enough. Pursuing more... was a bit greedy.

He witnessed the fall of a true god and the death of countless gods. As for the death of mortals, there were simply too many to count. It was said that the Eagle Kingdom was now even seriously short of city defense guards. In comparison, he was just a little sick, his body was a little weak, and he coughed and had a low fever from time to time. What was that?

Because he "escaped from the battlefield" after all, he rarely showed up in front of people, and the statement to the outside world was "bedridden." The title of Baron Keen had long been given to his sister Anna. Currently, he was like the mastermind behind the scenes in the story, hiding behind the scenes and promoting the development of Baron Keen.

Anna was naturally very happy that her brother could come back alive. Although only one out of ten of the army that was sent to die could come back alive, and even Knight Divol died on the battlefield, as long as her brother could come back, she didn't care about anything else.

During the days when her brother was away, the little girl who barely supported the family business was really exhausted physically and mentally. She never thought that being a baron would be so hard, and she never thought that there would be so many things to deal with. Even with the "Baron's Brief Handbook" left by her brother as a reference, even with the help of Butler Leighton, she still felt dizzy and often fell on the bed after finishing her work, and slept soundly until the next morning without any manners.

If Creek could not come back, perhaps this little girl would grow up in hardship and eventually grow into a strong woman. But now that the big tree that can block the wind and rain has returned, she naturally becomes a little deer sleeping peacefully under the tree again, just leaving everything to her brother.

In this regard, Crick can only smile helplessly.

It is certainly a good thing that his sister is not as greedy for power as in some bloody stories. But she is also the heir of a noble family after all! What if something happens to herself, what should the Keane family do?

Although he is not the real Crick Keane, since he has inherited the identity and legacy of the young baron, he has the obligation to shoulder the burden of the Keane family. In his work plan, there is naturally a clause to train Anna Keane to be a qualified heir.

... In the end, he crossed this out.

Rotten wood cannot be carved.

Instead of counting on this sister who is just ten years old after the New Year, it is better for him to get married and have children as soon as possible, and take the time to educate his children!

With this in mind, Creek held a low-key wedding. The former maid, Amy Wei, who had no outstanding talents except for her loyalty of 100, became the former Baroness of Keen.

Amy Wei was of course very happy. Whether she could become a baroness was not important to her at all. What was important was that Master Creek liked her!

For a diehard fan who was almost brainwashed, there was nothing happier than this!

There was someone worth being loyal to, someone you loved, and someone who loved you at the same time. The three joys overlapped together, and it was really a happy time like a dream!

Well, after listening to her sigh, Creek secretly spent time to check whether there were any white scholars who needed to be found and killed in his own territory, but it turned out that he was overthinking.

With his current "bedridden" state, it was unlikely that he would encounter any mistresses, and with Amy Wei's intelligence of only 10, it would be difficult for her to be a qualified bitch. The expansion pack "White Album: The Story of the Keen Family" would never be staged.

What Creek really needs to worry about right now is not to guard against the girl who might come out and yell "Why are you so skilled?", but to continue the agricultural reform that was interrupted when he went to war.

Traditional farmers don't have the habit of farming. They sow seeds into the soil in spring, and then maybe water it when the soil is dry, or maybe pull out some weeds when there are too many. Apart from that, there is basically nothing else to do. They can concentrate on herding sheep or doing something else.

In Crick's view, this approach is simply a tragedy!

Even if he is just an art student who is indifferent to the four limbs and the five grains, he still knows that this farming method is absolutely impossible!

So he started experimenting again, this time on farmland.

"Dig ditches in the farmland, then arrange the seeds one by one in the ditch, cover it with a little soil, and finally water it and wait for it to germinate?" Damwe, who heard his plan, helped him with the research. Master De frowned and said, "Isn't this too troublesome?"

"It's not too troublesome." Creek said with a smile, "This method, combined with the fertilizer I add to the fields in the fall, should be able to greatly increase the harvest."

"But... you said that the workload of this 'cultivated land' is too great." Master Damwede said, "Few farmers can complete this work before the sowing time is over."

Creek was stunned for a moment, and recalled carefully, and finally remembered that he should use a plow to plow the land.

Just, what to do with the plow?

He really doesn't understand this.

He told Master Damved his idea about the "plow". The wise magician also had no clue, so he gathered all the senior officials and professionals in the territory and held a special discussion. meeting.

At the discussion meeting, Nicholas and Thomas proposed two different design plans. Nikolai's design is more complex and exquisite, and it feels very high-end at first glance; Thomas's design is a bit old-fashioned, but it seems to be acceptable.

After using magic to create the "plow" designed by the two people on the spot, even Thomas had to admit that what Nicholas designed worked better than what he designed. But considering the issue of production efficiency, Thomas' design ultimately prevailed.

...No way, the thing Nicholas designed took nearly five times as long to make and required magic power as Thomas's. What's worse is that even Thomas, the most powerful spellcaster in the entire territory, and Nicholas himself, who designed it, can't make it. The only ones who can make this thing are scholars, alchemists, and wizards. Master Damweide is one person.

In contrast, Thomas's design could be completed by an ordinary intermediate mage, and more than twenty designs were completed that day. On the fourth day, all the farmers in the territory received "ploughs", and either used manpower or Animal power began to "plow the fields".

That was a week ago, and now the farmland in the entire territory has basically been plowed. In many places, sowing and watering have even been completed, waiting for the seeds to germinate.

What Creek and Charles were looking at at the moment was almost the last field that had not yet been plowed. The owner of this field is a soldier who died in battle. The farmers and cattle currently plowing the field are all supported by the territory. This assistance will continue until his children grow up and can support the entire family.

"You are really a kind, kind and humane lord." Seeing the soldier's wife and her children carefully planting seeds, and then the skilled farmers sent by the territory to help them cover the soil and water them, Charles couldn't help but sigh, " I never thought that there were nobles in the world who cared about the common people like you!"

"Haha, aren't you also a noble yourself?" Creek said with a smile, "Both you and your father are both people who care about the common people."

Speaking of his father, Ciel looked slightly sad, but there was a light of longing in his eyes.

"Father...is a hero I admire. If I want to be like him, I still have a lot to learn!"

Creek patted his shoulder and nodded slightly, remembering the bloody battle with Divol.

When did that guy Divol fall down?

Is it when you rush into the enemy's lines? Is it time to stand your ground? Was it when he was involved in the war between the Legion of God? Is it time to charge with the Holy Spirit? Or when the angels disappeared and were besieged?

He tried hard to remember, but he couldn't think clearly.

The memory of that battle is both clear and vague. He clearly remembered the tragic battle, the blood, the collision of weapons, the screams, roars, despair, anger and fear, but he could no longer remember many details. It has obviously only been a while, but the pages of memory have already begun to fade.

After pondering for a while, he finally sighed secretly.

In any case, Divol must have rushed towards the enemy line with him. Based on this alone, you are worthy of being a warrior!

"The dead are gone, but the living will continue to work hard." He looked up into the distance, and many wild flowers were blooming in the spring breeze. "Divol has laid the foundation for this land. You will definitely be able to Keep building on the foundation he laid."

"Um!"

"Do better than him and carry forward the Os family from generation to generation!"

"Um!"

"I will continue to work hard, Divol, Spencer... and those brave soldiers. Thanks to them, I can stand here alive. If I don't work hard enough, I will have no shame to see them after death. ah……"

Creek looked up at the blue sky and smiled.