Chapter 583

Countess Rebinia led the most powerful farmer in Delogo City, the high-level earth-type mage Delov, along the rammed earth road, passing through Iron Sand City, Torrent Fortress, crossing a steel-structured bridge, making a big turn, and finally arrived outside North Wind City.

What she saw along the way made Rebinia dumbfounded: "This change is too big, right? How is North Wind City developing so well? Isn't this a desert? Why are there so many trees?"

Delov was also very surprised: "Looking at this water and soil, it shouldn't be able to grow trees. What kind of tree is this? Jujube tree? What kind of tree is that? Also a jujube tree? Why haven't I seen this variety? A new variety?"

As a high-level mage, and also a part-time druid, Delov is a senior farmer and also the most powerful farmer in Delogo City.

You can tell from his name that he has an unclear relationship with Delogo City, so he is usually very arrogant, looking down on those ordinary farmers or druids.

If it weren't for Rebinia repeatedly emphasizing that coming to participate in the Grain Seed Competition could show his powerful planting level to the 'country bumpkins' of North Wind City, he would absolutely be too lazy to go to any North Wind Desert to participate in the Grain Seed Competition.

Even with his toes, he could think that in a remote place like North Wind City, how could there be any high-yield grain seeds? It would be good if they could grow things.

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Unexpectedly, before entering the territory of North Wind City, he felt that the situation was a bit wrong. North Wind City was not as desolate as he imagined. On the contrary, there were new varieties of crops he had never seen everywhere, such as these unknown jujube trees on both sides of the road.

There are even jujube trees he doesn't recognize?

What makes him strange is that pedestrians are coming and going, but the tender green jujubes are still hanging full on the branches. This is a very incredible scene.

You know, there is famine everywhere in this world. Not to mention green jujubes, even tree leaves, tree bark, and tree roots are sometimes hard to remain in their original positions. Could it be that North Wind City is not short of grain?

But even if it's not short of grain, there should always be poor people, right? Such jujube trees planted on the roadside are not picked by anyone. Could it be that the quality of the people in North Wind City is very high?

This strong question lingered in his heart until he met a farmer cooling off under the shade of a tree, and he couldn't help it anymore, got off the carriage to inquire.

The farmer looked at him and smiled honestly: "The guest must have come from afar. May I ask if you know the God of Planting?"

"God of Planting? Druid?" Delov raised his eyebrows and said with some dissatisfaction.

Planting is a matter that requires a lot of knowledge and experience. He hates most that it is linked to gods and ghosts. Those guys who pray to gods and witches all day are very poor farmers. They only pin their yield on the protection of gods.

Just like eliminating the typhoon this time, it was clearly done by the mages and warlocks of the Undead Empire and the Warlock Alliance, but many farmers still regarded it as a miracle, a kind of protection from a god. Delov hates this kind of thing very much.

However, the farmer heard the dissatisfaction in Delov's tone, smiled, didn't say anything, just muttered something to the jujube tree, and then climbed up the tree with nimble hands and feet and picked two green jujubes down.

He put one of them into his mouth and bit out a crisp sound, obviously, these green jujubes are incomparably crisp.

Some juice splashed out from the place where it broke, spraying some water mist, obviously the water content of the green jujubes is very large.

The farmer's face showed a satisfied smile, obviously these green jujubes are incomparably sweet.

Delov couldn't help but swallow his saliva and looked up at the green jujubes on the tree. If it weren't for the mage's restraint stopping him, he might have used magic to knock down the green jujubes on the tree.

The farmer wasn't deliberately hanging his appetite, just because of some special reasons, the farmer had to demonstrate clearly first, because people who had been hurt before complained to him.

The farmer ate half a green jujube and then asked: "Then guest, do you know the God of Life? The Goddess of Harvest? Don't know any of them?"

At this time, Rebinia poked her head out of the carriage and said: "I know the Goddess of Harvest."

The farmer was relieved and hurriedly asked: "Then are you willing to say: May you have a bumper harvest, full granaries of rice and wheat, and bumper harvests year after year?"

Rebinia was a bit curious about what this farmer wanted to do, and hurriedly said it in cooperation.

After she finished speaking, the farmer handed the other half of the green jujube to her, climbed up the tree again, and picked another one down.

Rebinia bit into the green jujube and her eyes lit up fiercely.

After traveling all morning, tired, hungry, and thirsty, suddenly eating a clear, sweet, moist, and fragrant green jujube, Rebinia felt refreshed all over and couldn't help but say: "So sweet."

"Sweet, right? The Goddess of Harvest blesses you to taste the sweetest fruit." The farmer smiled honestly.

Delov understood a little and frowned: "I am not a believer of the Goddess of Harvest, so I can't eat these green jujubes?"

The farmer waved his hand hurriedly: "No, no, no, you can eat, here."

The farmer handed the newly picked green jujube to Delov and said: "Although you are not a believer of the God of Planting, the God of Life, or the Goddess of Harvest, you can also eat, anyone can eat, just..."

Before the farmer finished speaking, Delov bit into the green jujube, but the bland, powdery, and sticky taste made him spit it out involuntarily: "Bah! What kind of ghost thing? Too disgusting, right?"

"Oh, oh, oh, it's over, it's over, I haven't said it yet, after saying it..." The farmer said anxiously and flusteredly: "Anyone can eat, but those who are not believers of the three gods cannot feel the sweetness of the fruit. It's over, it's over, you actually spit it out? You waste food, you are in trouble."

"Oh? I'm in trouble? Is there anyone who dares to find trouble with me?" Delov said leisurely.

He now suspects that this farmer picked an unripe jujube to pit him. This is very normal. In this era, thieves and robbers are often seen when traveling far, and cheating and kidnapping are endless. Without a little strength, daring to travel far is looking for death.

So he deliberately reported his identity as a high-level mage to see who dared to find trouble with a high-level mage.

The farmer was about to cry: "No, I, you, sigh, anyone can eat green jujubes, but those who don't believe in the three gods cannot taste the sweetness of the green jujubes. However, filling the stomach is fine. If anyone is hungry, even if they don't believe in gods, they can eat their fill. But you must not waste it, otherwise you will be in big trouble."

"Oh? How troublesome?" Delov asked leisurely.

The farmer said pitifully: "You will have diarrhea. I hope you brought enough leaves to wipe your butt."

Delov's face changed, and he subconsciously wanted to respond: "Mages don't use leaves to wipe..." and then he heard a thunderous sound from his abdomen, and at the same time felt endless urgency.

Delov's face turned green, and he said urgently: "You poisoned the jujube! Uh... catch him, don't let him run..."

Before he could finish speaking, he turned his head and darted to the side of the road. With a flick of his hand, a hollow round mud pillar rose from the mud on the roadside. Delov lifted his robe and sat on it, and heard a sound of gushing that would never return to the sea.

Rebinia's face also turned green, because she also ate a green jujube, and Delov only ate half, and even spat it out, which meant she just had some juice on her mouth, and she actually had diarrhea like this?

Although there was no reaction in her stomach, Rebinia still hesitated whether to find a pit in advance. She didn't have the ability to create a pit on the spot like Delov.

However, at this time, the farmer had already turned his head tremblingly and said anxiously: "Madam, you must testify for me. You also ate the green jujube. I didn't poison it. The Mage Lord will be like this because he wasted food and was cursed by the gods. It has nothing to do with me."

The farmer's expression didn't look like he was lying, and Rebinia didn't have the feeling of wanting to dart diarrhea. Hearing this, she asked: "Really not you poisoning?"

"Really not, really not. Everyone here knows that wasting food will be cursed by the gods. Diarrhea is the lightest, and serious ones will turn red and blister, and even die." The farmer hurriedly argued.

"Turn red and blister?" Rebinia's face changed greatly, and she hurriedly asked: "I also ate it, I didn't have diarrhea, will I turn red and blister? Is it an allergy? I'm not a believer of the gods, will I be okay?"

Diarrhea is fine, as long as you don't pull it out in public, but turning red and blistering? God, will it be disfigured?

The farmer shook his head: "You won't, you prayed to the Goddess of Harvest, the gods let you taste the sweetness of the green jujube, you will be fine."

"Really so magical? Just pray?" Rebinia still couldn't believe it.

The farmer nodded affirmatively: "It's just so magical."

At this time, a couple with seven children walked onto the road, greeted the farmer, and then the whole family knelt under a green jujube tree and prayed devoutly.

After finishing, several children climbed up the tree and picked eighteen green jujubes, two for each person, no more, no less, and walked back while gnawing.

Obviously, they were not the only ones who ate green jujubes. Looking at the familiar posture of that family, obviously, it was not the first time they picked these green jujubes to eat.

"Who are they?" Rebinia asked curiously.

"Oh, the poor people in the city, recruited by the chamber of commerce to manage greenhouse vegetables, can eat, but their family has too many children, and the money earned is not enough to eat, so they come to pick two green jujubes to eat every day." The farmer explained.

"Greenhouse vegetables?" Rebinia frowned. She seemed to have heard this term, but couldn't ask for a while, but asked another question: "Why only pick two? Is it not okay to pick a few more? Can two fill the stomach?"

The farmer explained: "This is the gift of the gods, but the gods do not raise lazy people. Eating two is enough not to starve. If you want to eat your fill, work for it yourself."

After speaking, he added: "Eating too much will cause diarrhea."

"Then can't I not eat? I pick more and take them back to put them, and eat them tomorrow, so I don't have to run out every time. Will this also cause diarrhea?" Rebinia asked.

If this can be done, these green jujubes definitely won't have any left. Someone will definitely pick them all, and then take them to the city to sell. Just pray before eating two, right?

The farmer said: "It won't cause diarrhea, but it will turn red and blister."

Rebinia asked a few more questions, and the farmer answered them one by one, which made her even more suspicious. The existence of these green jujubes seems to be to keep people at the lowest food security. Eating too much is not okay, hiding it for the next meal is not okay, it must be picked and eaten on the spot.

If you pray, it will be very sweet. If you don't pray, it's okay, but it will be like chewing wax. However, it can fill the stomach. This is very strange. What if a non-believer comes to eat, can they also fill their stomach?

"Yes, the gods don't care about belief, as long as you don't waste it." The farmer said: "However, they can't taste the sweetness of the green jujube. If they weren't starving, they wouldn't eat it."

Hearing this, Rebinia suddenly understood why the green jujubes would remain on the tree instead of being picked clean. This design is too subtle.

Believe, delicious. Don't believe, can also eat. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, anyway, you won't starve. If you believe me, then it's delicious, but you can't eat too much.

It feels like the relief of the Notre Dame.

Hearing this, Rebinia can already be sure that it was not this farmer who poisoned it. This kind of rhetoric is not something a farmer can make up.

Realizing this, Rebinia suddenly had an impulse and asked: "Can I eat one more?"

The farmer hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, everyone can eat two at a time, I'll pick for you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Rebinia flick her hand, and a green jujube fell down.

The farmer's eyes widened. It turned out that this lady's martial arts were so high. I heard the cave dwarves in the tavern bragging that those who can release battle energy are at least Sword Saints. God, a female Sword Saint.

Rebinia prayed devoutly. That attitude was much more upright than the first time, and then she bit into the green jujube, and the taste of sweetness and refreshment exploded in her mouth instantly, which was even more delicious than the one just now.

Can the attitude of prayer also determine the taste of green jujubes?

At this time, Delov came back rubbing his face with a pale face. He could only rub, his legs were soft and he couldn't walk, and then he saw Rebinia eat the second green jujube. He shouted weakly: "You still eat? It's poisonous."

Rebinia shook her head: "Lord Delov, I'm fine at all. What he said is very likely true. It's easy to verify his words. You let your followers not pray and eat one."

The team naturally has more than Rebinia and Delov. As a high-level mage, he still has several followers, so he immediately selected two followers, one not praying, one praying, and both went to the jujube tree in the distance, picked two green jujubes at random, and ate them separately.

The one who prayed finished eating the green jujube.

The one who didn't pray immediately had a bitter face, but didn't dare to spit it out. He had seen Delov's end, chewed and swallowed it.

After waiting for a long time, there was no reaction. Delov signaled him to eat the remaining half of the green jujube, and then: "Spit it out."

The one who didn't pray had to spit it out. After waiting for a few seconds, there was a thunderous sound in his abdomen, and he darted to the hollow mud pillar pit built in advance on the side of the road.

So magical? Really can't not pray, can't waste? Ku Ba Da, can this green jujube understand human speech or what?

I don't believe it! Delov pulled over the first follower who had prayed, ordered him to eat the second green jujube, and then spit it out.

"Physical problem, it must be that everyone's physical condition is different, so some people have diarrhea and some don't." Delov comforted himself stiffly.

Then he was disappointed. The first follower ate the green jujube, and then spit it out. A few seconds later, he also had a thunderous sound in his abdomen and flew to the side of the road to occupy the pit.

"I don't believe it, impossible, no reason." Delov was a bit obsessed, and pulled over the third, fourth, fifth follower, until the sixth.

Unfortunately, the sixth follower couldn't escape either. A row of swordsmen sat on the side of the road, each pulling their faces green.

Now Delov finally believed it. These green jujubes really understand human speech. He gave up the plan to try it again himself, turned to the farmer and said: "Okay, I believe it, I blamed you wrong, eh? What's wrong with you?"

I saw the farmer and Rebinia standing straight, stiff all over. After hearing his inquiry, the farmer and Rebinia looked at his head timidly and whispered: "You angered the gods. From the fourth time on, the gods have been watching you."

Delov stiffened all over, slowly raised his head, and sure enough, he 'saw' a pair of eyes watching him above his head.

This kind of 'seeing' is not seeing with the naked eye, but spiritual induction, as if in that empty place, there really was a pair of eyes and a tilted head.

"I... I... I am doing a control experiment." Delov explained tremblingly and dryly.

That head actually nodded, and then reached out and pointed at him. The next moment, he felt unprecedented urgency. Where could he care about the gaze of the gods? He flew to the side of the road and sat down. Fortunately, he had added a few more hollow mud pillars at the beginning.

The gaze of the gods disappeared, as if nothing had happened, leaving only a row of pale-faced bare-assed men on the side of the road.

After the urgency finally subsided, Delov discovered a problem: paper, gone.

"This is over, a noble mage, also has to use leaves to wipe his butt. Friend, lend me some leaves."