Chapter 12 Seed Making Machine

"Hey, when will this kind of life end? It's so uncomfortable." Chi Nan, who had exhausted his magic power, lay on one side, looking up at the sun and howling.

Those who didn't know would have thought that this guy was about to die. The bald old man next to him said with a smile: "We envy such a life for adults, but you are a big shot, you should live better."

In the past few days, the bald old man and a leg have been with him, and the three of them have become familiar with each other. A leg still doesn't like to talk much, just sitting on the side in the sun, watching the two of them chatting.

Since Chi Nan came back, he has entered a busy life. He has to make a lot of seeds every day. Just making seeds is not a big deal. The key is to store enough magic power in them. This is very fatal. Chi Nan's magic power has not been full in the past few days. When it recovers to a certain amount, it must be used to make seeds immediately.

For the first time, Chi Nan knew that if his magic power was completely exhausted, he would feel weak all over, as if he had run several kilometers, and his whole body was soft and full of sourness.

Chi Nan didn't know if other magicians were the same as him, but he was really uncomfortable.

This was not the end, because after the magic power was exhausted and recovered a little, he would have to practice horse riding under the care of the bald old man. The reason was that he didn't know how to ride a horse, so he had to practice more.

This was not the playful riding on Earth. This was the army, and everything was based on practicality. Moreover, the people in this world had strong physical fitness, so they were very rough when teaching themselves. If you are not careful, it is easy to fall down. The ground is not soft grass, and it is painful to fall down.

If it weren't for the strong vitality in my body, I would have been scarred long ago.

The only benefit is that I have used a lot of magic power in the past few days and continuously produced seeds, which has led to the continuous improvement of my vitality. Gradually, Chi Nan felt that he seemed to have touched the edge of the next level.

It's just that I want to break through, but it's a long way off. Even what the ability of the next level is, Chi Nan doesn't know now.

Picking up a blade of grass beside him, Chi Nan asked boredly, "What was the result of the battle a few days ago?"

Those were not military secrets, but they were not told to me that day, and they did not take the initiative to tell me later. From this, it can be seen that these people still do not regard me as their own people. Yes, if they can trust a stranger so easily, then they will not be able to control an army of tens of thousands of people.

The grass in his hand was not taken by himself, but Chi Nan asked for it by using his privileges. These days, when the soldiers patrolled around, as long as they encountered special plants, they would send them to me.

It's strange to say that for these plants, I can remember them firmly as long as I try them once. My memory of plants is almost the same as photographic memory. Is he born to be a farmer?

The bald old man threw a blade of grass into his mouth and chewed it. This is a snack that Chi Nan found these days. Although it is grass, it tastes good. After being stimulated, the taste is even better and has become a snack for several of them. If I hadn't wanted to save magic power, I'm afraid it would have been popularized in the army now.

The bald old man said while eating: "What else can it be? It's a huge victory. It is said that there are less than 100 wild beastmen who escaped this time. We directly wiped out more than 400."

"How much damage did our army suffer?" Chi Nan asked.

"Not much damage either. Thanks to you, there are less than 200 casualties this time. Compared with the wild beastmen, it is one to two. We are still outnumbered. This kind of victory is the first time since the wild beastmen rioted."

Chi Nan said excitedly: "If you say so, I have done a great deed." With merit comes status.

The bald old man waved his hand: "Don't think about it, it's not that easy. Although our Rusya Empire is not hostile to half-elves, many people still discriminate against half-elves, and the status of half-elves is too low."

"My lord, you are an outsider. It's good enough that the legion can give you some credit and rewards. The real credit, of course, belongs to the two legion commanders. Even the military advisor can't get too much."

Chi Nan's heart was filled with anger: "What? How can they do this? This is my credit. Why should they give it all to them?"

"Why? Of course it's based on status. They are all of noble origin and are the leaders of the legion. No matter how great their achievements are, they must be the credit of the leaders. We have long been accustomed to this kind of thing."

The leg next to him also nodded seriously and said: "Yes, it's too difficult for us who have no background to climb up. Serving as a soldier and making meritorious contributions, and then climbing all the way to become a noble, this kind of thing usually only appears in the stories of bards. In reality, there are very few people who can really do it."

I don't know what he thought of, and a trace of sadness appeared on the face of the leg. Chi Nan sighed, and the anger in his heart seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water. Yes, without a backer, what can he do?

Is it what I want to be mediocre on Earth? It's because it's hard to get ahead. In this society where people rely on their fathers, how can you get ahead without a good father? The so-called struggle is just a beautiful fantasy. There are only a few people who can really become famous, and I am definitely not one of them.

I didn't expect that it would be the same in this world. Hey, why do I think so much? It's good enough to be alive.

"Okay, sir, you have recovered almost, we should start practicing riding. This time, sir, don't make seeds for the time being when you recover your magic power. The legion commander said that the seeds are basically enough, and we will set off this afternoon."

Don't need to continue making? But it's good that way, at least you don't have to be tired. Hearing the words of the bald old man, Chi Nan's original full motivation disappeared all of a sudden. "Let's go, let's go riding. Fortunately, I don't have to stick the seeds on the arrow shaft this time, otherwise it will be more tiring." Chi Nan muttered and walked forward.

After three days of hard work, the seeds he made were roughly only a small bag, which is definitely not a lot. This also represents Chi Nan's current maximum combat power, which is of great use to the army, but still not strong enough.

Chi Nan climbed onto the horse. After three days of forced training, Chi Nan was already familiar with it.