Chapter 112

The moment the tea entered his throat, Damien felt a warm current spread through his body, as if his whole person were soaking in a hot spring, and his body, exhausted from the day, suddenly felt much lighter.

At the same time, he also had a hallucination in front of him.

"Damien, I've come to pick you up."

The gentle noble lady leaned down and pulled the young silver-haired boy tightly into her arms.

"How is it? This tea is not bad, right?"

In the living room, looking at Damien, who was in a daze, Harris danced excitedly.

Now, you have to become a tea ghost with me, a drunkard; let's see what face you have to lecture me in the future.

"Mom..." Damien muttered unconsciously at this moment.

The man who had been triumphant just a moment ago fell silent, and the living room fell into a deathly silence.

"How much is a pack of this tea?"

Not long after, when Damien came back to his senses from the hallucination, he asked immediately.

With his knowledge, such unique tea leaves were no less than the legendary Southern Region treasure, Twilight Tea, and its price was definitely an astronomical figure he couldn't afford!

"Don't worry, this Dusk Tea is only one Copper Sol a pack, which is about the same price as alcohol."

Looking at the eagerness and worry on the young man's face, Harris rolled his eyes.

"One Copper Sol?"

Damien was shocked; he even suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

"Which merchant would be so kind as to sell such precious tea leaves for one Copper Sol?"

After receiving Harris's confirmation, the poet asked back in surprise.

"I heard it's a merchant named Kelai, of the Hagek family; he established a Dusk Chamber of Commerce on Sunset Street to advance to become a Chamber of Commerce Lord, and selling tea so cheaply should be to gain fame."

Harris cupped his chin and said.

"So that's it." Damien suddenly realized.

Only for the sake of promotion would these blood-sucking merchants be willing to give up the profits within reach and show a little of their benevolence.

"My good son, give me a few more Copper Sols; heaven knows when that Kelai will raise the price, and if we can't afford such good tea leaves then, it would be too heartbreaking!"

Harris rubbed his hands, looking at the interlayer of Damien's money bag with glowing eyes.

This time, Damien rarely didn't refuse directly, but instead hesitated.

He didn't want to drink the tea leaves, but felt that buying some of such good tea leaves to hoard and selling them after the price rose might not be a way to make money.

"People buying Dusk Tea are already lined up in long queues; if we don't buy now, maybe it will be sold out in a few days. If you give me money now, I'll go to Sunset Street tonight and occupy a spot all night!"

Seeing that Damien didn't refuse directly, Harris, feeling hopeful, continued to add.

Hearing this, the poet hardened his heart and finally took out the money bag again with trembling hands.

"Remember, after you buy the tea leaves, you must bring them home; if you dare to drink them all secretly or hide a portion, I will take Alisha and leave Twilight City directly!"

Looking at Harris, who was excitedly taking the money bag, Damien said with a harsh threat.

"Don't worry, don't worry, as your father, how could I enjoy such good tea leaves alone? I'll let Alisha taste it too."

Harris said with a smile while counting the coins.

Hope everything goes smoothly, Damien thought with worry, looking at the man's back as he left the house.

Red Fox Castle.

Just as dawn was breaking, a carriage drove out of the castle in the faint morning light.

The horseshoes struck the stone road inside the city, making a crisp tap-tap sound.

Driving the carriage was a thin, cold-looking young man; although he had just shed his childishness, he already had a dangerous feeling that could not be ignored, like a beast ready to hunt.

Those hawk-like sharp eyes made every passerby who met his gaze panic and look away.

Because the road was empty at dawn, the carriage soon arrived at the city gate.

"Get off the carriage immediately... Oh, please go ahead!"

The guarding soldier was about to inspect, but after catching a glimpse of the fox head pattern on the carriage, he hurriedly cleared the way and bowed in unison.

The carriage drove out of Twilight City like this, heading toward the boundless wilderness outside the city.

"Your Highness, we have left the city." The young man said softly toward the carriage behind him.

Not long after, Xia Mingyu rubbed his sleepy eyes, lifted the curtain, and climbed out of the carriage.

"How much longer until Wheat Field Village?" he asked.

"Your Highness, it should still take three hours." Boge counted on his fingers and answered.

Because ever since he became His Highness's attendant, he had been required to read and learn, so he had also mastered some simple arithmetic.

"Boge, are you sleepy? This is the first time I've gotten up this early recently."

Xia Mingyu took a deep breath, feeling the refreshing sensation of the cool dawn air filling his lungs.

He tried to wake himself up this way, but unfortunately, his eyelids were still fluttering, and he could only squint at people.

"Your Highness, back when I was in Fruit Basket Village, in order to hunt and return to the village on the same day, I often had to set off on the road while it was still dark."

Boge explained, still looking full of energy.

Sure enough, don't compare who gets up earlier with the working people...

A trace of helplessness flashed across Xia Mingyu's face.

His departure this time was mainly to experiment with the effect of his newly acquired ability, Bountiful Harvest.

There were no farmlands in Twilight City for him to experiment on, so his destination this time was a village in the Martha fief famous for growing wheat.

There were many wheat fields there, which would allow him to test his ability to his heart's content.

"Your Highness, do you want to sleep a little longer on my lap?" A gentle voice came from the carriage, Anliya's.

Because he didn't take her when he traveled through Twilight City with Boge before, Xia Mingyu felt a bit bad about letting a young girl stay in the castle all day, so this time he brought the girl along.

"Sorry to trouble you, Anliya."

Resting on the girl's soft thighs, smelling that faint maiden fragrance, Xia Mingyu soon fell into a dream.

When the sun hung high, pouring golden light onto the earth, the carriage finally arrived at Wheat Field Village.

"My lord, we have arrived."

Boge wiped the sweat from his forehead that had been baked out along the way and said respectfully.

"Hard work, Boge." Xia Mingyu walked out of the carriage with Anliya.

And the villagers, noticing the fox pattern on the carriage, also gathered around under the leadership of an old man.

"Respected lord, I am the village chief here, Maiken; may I ask what business brings you to Wheat Field Village? If you need anything, I will definitely assist you with all my might."

The old man knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

His skin had long been baked to a dark brown by the sun, as rough as old tree bark, his face was crowded with deep wrinkles, and there were a few strands of straw mixed in his messy hair.

Seeing him, Xia Mingyu inexplicably remembered a painting he had seen on Blue Star; the author of that painting was hailed as the Millet of the East because of it.

"Take me to your wheat fields here; only you need to lead, let the others stay in the village first."

"Yes, my lord."

Not far from the village.

Countless emerald green wheat seedlings shone in the sun, like a green ocean, gently rising and falling with the breeze.

The sunlight passed through the dense wheat leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground, and a few butterflies shuttled through the wheat fields, their shimmering wings as beautiful as musical notes.

"My lord, this is our village's wheat field."

Although very puzzled as to why this big shot riding the Martha family carriage wanted to see the wheat field, Maiken still introduced it dutifully.

"Maiken, I hope you can keep the following scene secret and not tell anyone," Xia Mingyu said.

"Swear to the God of Sun and Justice..." Without the slightest hesitation, Maiken made the oath very readily.

Afterward, he witnessed the most shocking scene of his life.

He saw the handsome young man wearing a black top hat slowly lean down and place his hand on the soft soil of the wheat field.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The next moment, countless pitch-black flame clouds erupted from the young man's body, submerging him like a mass of burning black torches, and the surrounding air began to vibrate!

This terrifying momentum scared the old man into retreating repeatedly; fortunately, he was supported by the young man carrying the arrow quiver beside him, or he would have fallen.

"Bountiful Harvest."

Accompanied by the young man's calm voice, under Maiken's incredible gaze, the countless emerald green wheat seedlings in the wheat field began to grow wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

As if stretched by an invisible hand, the stalks grew taller section by section, and the leaves unfolded, greedily absorbing the energy of the sunlight.

When the wheat seedlings grew to over a meter tall, the wheat ears began to emerge and quickly became plump.

The wheat awns swayed gently in the breeze, making a pleasant sound.

Finally, the wheat ears turned completely golden, and the wheat grains were so plump they almost burst their husks, emitting a rich wheat fragrance.

A gust of wind blew, and the golden wheat waves rose and fell in the field, as dazzling as a flowing ocean of gold.

"This... this... this is simply a miracle!"

The old man who had served the wheat fields all his life collapsed to the ground with a thud, and Boge, who should have supported him, was also in a state of dumbfoundedness at this time.

Even Anliya on the side was covering her mouth in surprise.

All three were from villages, had seen the suffering of famine, and had experienced the hardship of farming.

Therefore, the huge impact caused by Xia Mingyu's scene of spawning countless golden wheat ears with a wave of his hand can be imagined.

"Phew."

Looking at the brilliant golden wheat field in front of him, Xia Mingyu let out a long sigh of relief.

Just now, when he activated Bountiful Harvest, he had exhausted almost all the magic power in his body in one breath.

Magic power is also a manifestation of spirit, so exhausting all magic power in one breath inevitably gave him a dizzying sensation of being top-heavy.

"Respected lord, are you the Sage who has brought new glory to the entire Southern Region?"

Maiken suddenly knelt on both knees in front of Xia Mingyu, looking at the slight black hair exposed under the brim of his top hat, and asked with immense excitement.

Xia Mingyu didn't answer, just made a gesture of silence.

"Find a few villagers, harvest all the wheat, then weigh the wheat, and remember to tell them all to keep it secret," he said calmly.

Now, he should be able to measure the conversion rate between magic power and crops.

(End of chapter)