Chapter 79: The Bet with Mi Er Sen!

With Gervas's instructions, Knight Mi Gen Gen was utterly baffled.

But seeing how seriously Gervas took it, he dared not slack off in the slightest.

"Yes, my lord, I'll inform Magistrate Thomas right away!"

"Remember, make it fast!"

Knight Mi Gen Gen hurried off, and only then did Lei Meng ask curiously: "My lord, is this arrangement meant for Mi Er Sen the Druid?"

"Exactly! Since normal methods won't work, we'll use a little trick—this time, we're taking the Storm Lord's territory for sure!"

Lei Meng stared in shock at his lord's smug expression, utterly unable to fathom why his lord was so confident.

But as a subordinate, he certainly wouldn't undermine him now.

Soon, Thomas, having received the order, arranged for a cart to pass in front of the town square.

At that moment, Mi Er Sen had just finished eating black bread and was preparing to leave the Storm Lord's territory.

"Do you really think the stuff on this cart can double next year's crop yield for our Storm Lord's territory?"

"That's impossible! I heard it's bird droppings—and I can smell it, it's absolutely revolting. How could bird droppings possibly double crop yields?"

"Yeah, I heard the lord plans to bury all this bird dung in the fields. What if it kills the crops outright! Sigh…"

"Keep your voices down! Do you all want to die? And hurry up! The magistrate is waiting—this dung must be used immediately, and anyone slow will get whipped!"

The serfs and the cart passed through the square; though they had gone far, the stench of the droppings still clung sharply in the air.

Mi Er Sen, who had been about to leave, froze in place, his face twisted in conflict.

Using feces to fertilize crops was a desecration of nature itself.

Of course, as a Druid with a natural heart, he wouldn't say a word about it.

The God of Nature was merciful and uncontentious; unlike certain churches, He wouldn't label those who desecrated His teachings as heretics and brutally exterminate them.

Yet though Mi Er Sen didn't care about their desecration of nature, he cared deeply for the poor serfs.

Think of the sparse crops he'd seen outside the town—if this lord ruined them further, half the serfs in the Storm Lord's territory would starve this year.

Out of compassion for the serfs, Mi Er Sen could not turn a blind eye.

"Sigh!" Mi Er Sen finally chased after the cart ahead.

"My lord, the Druid you ordered monitored is heading this way!"

"Good!"

Upon receiving Yv Lan's reconnaissance report, Gervas smiled with delight—since the Druid had followed, his plan had succeeded.

Next, Thomas proceeded with the normal process of fertilizing the serfs' fields, while Gervas rested in the shade of a nearby tree.

Soon, Mi Er Sen appeared beside the fields, watching as vast quantities of bird droppings were splashed onto the soil—he rushed forward to stop them.

"Magistrate, I am Mi Er Sen, a Druid. These bird droppings won't make crops grow faster—they'll cause them to wither! Please stop this!"

The phenomenon that feces cause plants to wither had long been proven by Druids.

The best proof is to visit a chicken or duck farm—you'll find the vegetation nearly vanished, leaving only bare, dung-covered earth.

It wasn't eaten away—it was poisoned by their droppings.

"Druid, this is the order of our lord—we must obey!" Thomas spoke with deep respect, yet showed no intention of halting the fertilization.

Seeing more and more crops at risk, Mi Er Sen turned toward Gervas nearby.

"Huh? Druid Mi Er Sen, what are you doing here?" Gervas noticed him too, his face filled with surprise.

"Lord Gervas, order your men to stop splashing bird droppings on the fields immediately! This won't help the crops grow—it will poison them and cause them to wither!"

"Is that so? But I read in an ancient book that it's the opposite—it says fertilizing fields with manure doubles harvest yields, even surpassing crops tended by Druids."

"Nonsense! Absolute nonsense! Lord Gervas, as a Druid who has attained the Primary Natural Dao, I solemnly tell you: this practice will lead to total crop failure—stop it now!"

Mi Er Sen was angry—not because the lord compared him to Druids,

but because such a harmful book existed in the world. Wasn't this endangering lives?

This concerns the lives of hundreds, even thousands!

Gervas frowned, as if offended.

Yet inside, he was overjoyed.

Get angry!

Anger is perfect!

He's taken the bait!

"Druid Mi Er Sen, though I deeply respect you faithful followers of the God of Nature, you cannot deny the valuable knowledge I found in that book."

"Since you claim the method in that book causes crops to wither, let's test it!"

"How?" Mi Er Sen sensed nothing amiss.

"I hear Druids possess miraculous power—they can use natural force to rapidly ripen crops. We need only ripen the fertilized and unfertilized crops side by side, and the result will be clear!"

"Agreed!" Mi Er Sen nodded. Though it would drain his vast natural energy, he must save hundreds, even thousands of serfs.

To correct this misguided noble lord, Mi Er Sen decided to proceed with the test.

"Druid Mi Er Sen, how about we make a wager?"

"Gambling? Lord Gervas, Druids never gamble…"

"Druid Mi Er Sen, that book may have been read by more than just me. If we prove it's nonsense—"

"I, Gervas, will pay fifty gold coins to send messengers to Iron Wolf City to expose the deadly consequences of manure fertilization—saving more crops and serfs."

"But if we prove manure fertilization works, you must swear to serve the Storm Lord's territory for at least ten years!"

Gervas cut off Mi Er Sen's protest, presenting a wager he could not refuse.

After all, he was certain manure fertilization was fake—he could not lose.

And Gervas's offer to spend fifty gold coins exposing the truth would indeed save countless nobles who might otherwise believe that "evil book."

"Very well, Lord Gervas, I, Milson, accept your wager!"

"Then let us begin!"

Gervas was overjoyed inside and immediately led Milson the Druid to the farmland.

He then selected a total of ten wheat plants for comparison.

Five were fertilized, the other five were not.

He did not select more because although the Power of Nature was miraculous, its consumption was enormous.

Otherwise, if it could rapidly mature crops over vast areas, there would be no famine in this world!