Chapter 357 The Approaching War

White Eagle Territory is changing, drastically. And this change is led by Luther alone.

Before this, White Eagle Territory was a typical small peasant economy territory, and there was no concept of oxen, and the grain production was not very good.

The entire territory supported the urban population with a large agricultural population.

Now it is much more neutral, because with oxen, the fields will not be abandoned, so a large number of agricultural personnel have entered the city to work.

Because the first demand of the entire territory is the Pompeii family.

The Pompeii family raised 720,000 quasi-knights for free, and needed a lot of meat supplies, so the animal husbandry industry flourished and the demand for cowboys was very strong.

The second is factories, and a large number of factories opened.

Now we are still in the war, and these factories have not developed well. If the war ends and Orange is peaceful, these factories will develop well again.

Then the entire White Eagle Territory will become an industrial center of Orange, and the products produced here can be sold to every corner of Orange.

Luther completed the development of his territory and pushed the territory to the starting point of prosperity. The Count of Libya, the Duke of Ferger, and the New Party are currently expanding their combat power and actively preparing for war.

This is a rise and fall. If the current Pompeii family is simply prosperous, it is probably more prosperous than these three forces.

Luther was also satisfied with the changes in the territory. He handed over the finishing work to the mayor and lived a small life by himself.

Time flew by, and three months passed quickly. It is now midwinter, and heavy snow is flying.

It is the time when the ice in the abyss is three feet thick and the snow covers thousands of miles.

During this period of time, the territory was basically calm. There were only two things that happened, one small and one big. The small thing is that Alena turned into a girl dragon.

Red hair, red clothes, snow-white skin, big eyes, there is no big difference from when she was a child.

It is just Alena who is one size bigger.

From a loli, to a big loli.

What has not changed is the noisy personality, often yelling master, master, master.

By the way, Luther no longer hugs Alena, but he can't hold it, but he has not got married. Instead, she was wearing only a single shirt and a single pants, and she was very graceful. Alena is more powerful than the average Red Dragon Girl Dragon. Red dragons are cunning, cruel, and believe in power. The consequence of their overwhelming confidence is that they are eager to find someone to fight.

"Although white dragons are much weaker than red dragons of the same age. You are now stronger than the average young red dragon, so you can at least fight with young white dragons. But if you encounter a middle-aged white dragon or an old white dragon, that's it. If you want to be beaten up, go and save yourself, don't take me with you. By the way, are you free now? Don't you need to learn magic?"

Luther glared at Alena, with a very dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"Master, Master, I was wrong. I will go to learn right away." Alena shuddered immediately, nodded and bowed, and went down the roof to the third floor to learn magic.

"If you don't fight for three days, you will be on the roof." Luther snorted coldly.

This red dragon.

But it's good to have such a dragon around. It's equivalent to bringing a senior wizard, a senior knight, whose nose is more sensitive than a dog and can detect things like shapeshifters.

Profit.

"Governor, the Archon wants to see you." A knight suddenly came to the observation deck and shouted to Luther.

"There's something good." Luther smiled slightly, because this expeditionary base has been listed as a forbidden area, and ordinary people can't come in at all.

Lelouch is also an ordinary person, so Lelouch is very tactful and usually doesn't come here. Since he came today, there must be something good.

Luther jumped down from the castle and came to the castle gate.

Outside the castle, there was an exquisite carriage parked. Lelouch stood next to the carriage, with two big mustaches and traditional official clothes, he really looked like a mayor.

"Mr. Mayor, what's the good news?" Luther asked with a smile.

"After the wizards' experiments, hybrid wheat and fertilizers have finally been cultivated. After repeated experiments, it is concluded that one acre of wheat can produce an average of 700 kilograms of wheat grains."

Lelouch was extremely excited.

Damn, it was 700 kilograms of wheat grains.

Even a gentleman like Lelouch couldn't help but curse a few times. What's the use of manure to fertilize the fields? Compared with this hybrid wheat and chemical fertilizers, it is simply no match.

With the high yield of wheat, the entire White Eagle Territory is not only a problem of industrialization, but also a major adjustment in agriculture. The high yield of wheat will inevitably make farmers choose other crops to grow.

In any case, no one in the White Eagle Territory will go hungry again.

Wizards, what a terrible bunch of people, they have only been researching for three or four months and have come up with these two amazing things.

But Luther and Pompey are more terrible than wizards.

Without Luther and Pompey's genius ideas, how could wizards research such things so quickly? Wizards are a bunch of bastards, their brains are all muscles.

"Calm down." Luther patted Lelouch's shoulder and said calmly.

Wizards are omnipotent. As long as wizards use their talents, even a little bit, they can change the whole world. Luther has always believed this.

As for hybrid wheat and fertilizers, Luther is naturally not worried about not being able to make them.

"The City Hall should prepare for work immediately. Before the spring ploughing season, let the wizards cultivate wheat seeds and distribute them to every farmer who wants to grow wheat. Build factories as soon as possible to produce fertilizers."

Luther said.

"Okay." The mayor nodded excitedly, and his two big mustaches jumped again with excitement, which was very funny.

The mayor got on the carriage and left. Luther was in a very good mood.

Clapping his hands, Luther planned to go back to the expeditionary base to sleep. A good mood should be a good sleep.

But someone quickly approached Luther.

Pompeii was protected by the King of Eagles, and there was still an invisible strong wind blowing in the sky of Pompeii.

No stupid person would assassinate Luther in this city. But Luther still paid attention to him.

"Please don't alarm anyone, Mr. Governor."

The man said, and then took out a note and handed it to Luther.

"I am the staff officer of the Count of Libya."

The note read so.