Chapter 80: Chief Minister of Agriculture!

"Baron Gervas, I am beginning!"

Milson closed his eyes and began to softly chant in a cryptic, incomprehensible language with devout reverence.

In Gervas's view, this should be a chant similar to that of a mage.

After chanting for a moment, a patch of green light points suddenly appeared in Milson's hand.

The green light points descended toward the ten stalks of wheat.

The green points were absorbed by the wheat, and the wheat began to grow visibly to the naked eye.

They gradually grew taller from emerald green, formed wheat ears, and finally turned into golden wheat ears.

"Lord Milson, that is enough!" Gervas, a smile on the corner of his lips, called out to stop Milson, who was casting the spell with his eyes closed.

Milson stopped chanting, slowly withdrew his palms, and then opened his eyes.

The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was to look at the ten stalks of wheat.

And after seeing the current state of the ten stalks of wheat, Milson froze in place, his entire body stiff.

"This... this is impossible... why is it like this..." Milson cried out in shock, his voice failing him.

Under normal circumstances, five of the ten stalks of wheat would surely wither and die during the growth process.

Because Milson's spell this time only accelerated the growth of the wheat.

In plain terms, it accelerated the metabolic rate and possessed no other nourishing effects.

Therefore, if the bird droppings were truly toxic, those five stalks of wheat should still wither.

But now, the five stalks of wheat with bird droppings not only did not wither, but the wheat ears they bore were actually fuller and more abundant than those without bird droppings.

This completely overturned the knowledge he had previously learned.

"Druid Milson, in fact, what you originally knew—that manure can 'kill' crops—is correct!"

Gervas wanted to recruit the Druid as the Minister of Agriculture, not to cause the other party's Dao heart to collapse, so he immediately provided an explanation.

"Then why is it like this? Is there something special about this bird droppings?" Milson asked eagerly with hope.

"That is right, this bird droppings is indeed different; it has been fermented... um, that is to say, it has been disinfected..."

Subsequently, Gervas used the most common language, adapting to the linguistic characteristics of this world, to tell Milson about the composting effect and composting methods of manure.

"Disinfecting through time and temperature? So, after bird droppings are disinfected, they can actually turn from poison into nutrients!" Milson suddenly understood.

He suddenly straightened his expression and respectfully said to Gervas, "Baron Gervas, the book you saw was surely written by a master with a profound understanding of nature."

"Therefore, I have a request; I wonder if you could tell me the name of that book? As a Druid, I very much wish to read such a masterpiece!"

There was surely no such book, but Gervas had some knowledge from his past life in his mind that he could mention, allowing Milson to help verify it.

"Lord Milson, in fact, that book is a unique copy, and when I saw it, it was already very tattered! So, it was subsequently damaged by insect infestation, and furthermore, it has no name!"

"No name? Then what about the signature? Could it be that there is no signature either?"

A signature?

"Yes, it seems to be called Shennong!"

"Shennong?!" Druid Milson murmured the name, as if he wanted to deeply engrave this name in his heart.

"Of course, Lord Milson, rest assured, my Gervas's memory is also quite good. Now that you have become the Minister of Agriculture of my Storm Territory, in the future, when I recall the knowledge from the book, I can slowly dictate it to you!"

Milson was stunned, then looked at this young noble with complex eyes.

Where else could he not know that he had unknowingly fallen into the trap of the noble before him.

Of course, Milson lost with full conviction, and he indeed longed for the content within that book.

"Lord Gervas, in fact, I do not care particularly about staying in which territory, but there is one thing I must remind you of in advance..."

Milson informed Gervas of the encounters he had previously experienced while assisting two territories.

"Lord Milson, rest assured, my Storm Territory will absolutely become the safest territory on the border in the near future, so, let alone a three or four-fold increase in grain production.

"Even a ten-fold or hundred-fold increase, that is absolutely no problem!"

Gervas's tone was very bold, but Milson did not say much more.

He had informed him of the risks; since this noble was not afraid, trying once more on the border was not unacceptable!

"Milson, greets my lord Gervas!"

"Haha, I, Gervas Gale, announce here that from now on, this Druid Milson officially becomes the Chief Minister of Agriculture of Storm Territory!"

"Long live my lord!"

"Long live my lord!"

The news that Storm Territory had a Druid Minister of Agriculture was quickly known by all the people of the entire territory.

For a moment, cheers echoed throughout the entire Storm Territory.

For the serfs, this was more exciting than Gervas defeating the Swamp Trolls and Demon Beasts Wolves.

If the Swamp Trolls and Demon Beasts Wolves came, they could flee.

Although some people might die because of it, it would only be a minority.

But if there was no food, then everyone would starve to death together.

Moreover, having experienced hunger, they knew deeply that hunger was sometimes more terrible than death, so having a Druid meant that a great harvest for Storm Territory was destined; being able to eat their fill was absolutely more exciting to them than anything else.

"My lord, you are truly a wise noble!"

"Yes, my lord, this Druid Milson previously even chose to lie to avoid being retained by you, but in the end, he was still retained by you! You are truly great!"

Knight Mi Gen and the other knights also continuously offered praise.

This was not flattery, but sincere admiration for Gervas.

Having a Druid in the territory was actually as exciting for them as it was for the serfs.

Although as knights they did not need to worry about going hungry, if they could rely on the Druid to make Storm Territory prosperous, or even in the future cross over to become a Viscount's territory.

Then they, these Guardian Knights, would naturally rise with the tide.

"This time was also good luck; I happened to learn about using bird droppings as fertilizer. By the way, Lei Meng, Knight Mi Gen, you and your knight squad should go back this afternoon and rest well."

"Tonight we will head to the Chaotic Wasteland!"

Mi Gen and the others paused, asking in a low voice, "My lord, heading to the Chaotic Wasteland late at night—what kind of operation is this?"

"I received a report from Moon Chaser stating that the Scorpion Bandit Gang, which attacked us last time, has returned to their lair, and it seems they have kidnapped a person of status from within the Kingdom!"

"We need to go confirm this tonight; this could be our opportunity to annihilate the Scorpion Bandit Gang!"

"Annihilate the Scorpion Bandit Gang?!"

Hearing this, the knights' faces showed uncontrollable excitement. "Yes, my lord! We will return to rest now, guaranteeing absolute energy for tonight!"

"It's not that serious. Tonight is merely reconnaissance. Moreover, the Magic Swift Eagles will serve as the main reconnaissance unit; you only need to familiarize yourselves with the route and be prepared for any contingencies!"

Thus, Lei Meng, Knight Mi Gen, and the other knights left excitedly to rest well.

Not long after, Isabella, this three-star mage apprentice, found Gervas.

Gervas naturally did not forget that Isabella's potion would be successfully brewed today.

Indeed, Isabella handed a small wooden box to Gervas. "My lord Gervas, as per your instructions, using the materials you provided, I have completed the production of the Dino Body-Refining Potion."

"However, since I have not yet become a formal mage, my success rate can only reach sixty percent, so there are only thirty potions!"

"Isabella! You have done very well! Thank you for your hard work!" Gervas offered no blame, but rather praise and encouragement.

The more he acted this way, the more Isabella felt guilty.

After all, Gervas had saved her, spent a heavy sum to take her in, and waited for her to grow.

The debt of gratitude she owed him could never be repaid.

"By the way, Isabella, you should have reached the bottleneck for breaking through to become a formal mage, correct?"