Chapter 28 Magic Scroll

"Hu~"

A large ball of flames surged out of the scroll and set the two corpses on fire.

The flames made the corpse of the rotten deer sizzle.

But... that was it. The used scroll lost its magical luster and completely became a toilet paper.

There were no cool special effects, let alone the dark flames of the dragon wolf that destroyed the world. Field felt like he was watching a fire-breathing acrobatic performance, which was not even as exciting as the explosion of a gas tank.

"I seem to have wasted ten gold coins." Field realized it later and sweated all over his back.

Although the damage of the magic scroll is very low, the market price of a first-level magic scroll is about fifteen gold coins, and an antique magic scroll is worth about ten gold coins, which is not cheap at all.

Ashina spit out a small section of her delicate tongue and said with a smile: "How can it be a waste? We understand the power of the magic scroll. As you said, practice makes perfect. Besides, this is the first time I have seen a magic scroll. It's very interesting."

This little girl is very sensible and actually gave herself a way out.

"I just mentioned it once, thank you for remembering it." Field was infected by her positive attitude, and patted Ashina's head with a smile.

There are 24 magic scrolls in the box. Excluding the ones Field used, it is expected to sell for 230 gold coins, which is a very rich harvest.

Picking up garbage is also quite interesting. Field thought to himself that he could make a lot of money just by taking a walk.

Due to the special environment of the North, there are very few adventurers who dare to go deep into here, so there are many good things left.

Back to the territory, everyone was relieved to see Field come back safely.

After all, if the lord had an accident, they would be killed by the death haze that day. Besides, Lord Field is a very good person. The slaves thought that they hoped that Field would always be their lord and let them eat half full, which would be a fairy life.

"Ah! It's the head of a goblin!" The more experienced freeman Dog Claw exclaimed, "I have seen these dirty little things in big cities. They can even mate with sows and give birth to a bunch of little goblins."

"Yes, these monsters are the ones who attacked the territory." Field threw the goblin's head on the ground and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands: "We have avenged the dead, and hope they can return to the arms of the goddess."

"Long live the lord!"

"Thank you, lord!"

The slaves were grateful. It felt so good to have their right to life respected. They didn't have to worry about being killed by hateful monsters at night.

Although Field was not motivated by human rights, he just wanted to eliminate threats so that slaves could work well. But it did not prevent the slaves from being grateful. Generally, lords would not care about the life and death of slaves. They would only consider whether to eat apple soup or cherry soup at night.

"Let's go back and rest." Field was also tired.

After solving the problem of the goblins, Field clapped his hands and thought of another important thing.

That was the poor performance of the guards during the goblin attack. The guards on patrol hid somewhere to sleep, and the rest of the guards who were resting were not concerned. If it weren't for the male servant Wa Can who woke up a few guards, the entire territory would have been slaughtered, and these guards would not have appeared.

"If you don't strengthen the military strength of the territory, you can't even sleep in peace."

It would definitely be impossible to take care of the entire territory with Ashina's words alone.

After Field finished planning, he wrote it down in words that only he knew, and then lay down on the bed. The broken floors and windows of the winery immediately made a "creaking" sound, and from time to time there was an unpleasant wind blowing in from the cracks in the bricks.

"We have to repair the house as soon as possible." Field covered his ears in despair and buried his head in the quilt. Only the quilt retained the fragrance of civilized society.

The next day, after the tortured Field ate bread with blueberry jam, he assembled all the soldiers, including the subhuman cavalry who couldn't ride horses.

"Stand up straight." Field scolded in a stern voice.

The guards knew that they had performed badly last night, and they shrank their necks in fear. Some of them were even almost scared to pee, thinking that they were facing the gallows, but they dared not say a word, and from time to time they stole a glance at Field's face, hoping to see some clues.

Field originally planned to drag out the idiots who failed in their duties and whip them thirty times in front of everyone. But seeing that many of them were pale and thin, with neat ribs visible, and even wearing armor, they were staggering and about to fall, Field gave up his unrealistic idea.

Not thirty whips, just ten whips, which can whip them back to the womb. Even if they don't die, they will be paralyzed for several months. To save them, you have to spend precious potions, and the loss is still yourself.

The most important thing is that if they are beaten to death, there will be fewer suitable soldiers among the remaining slaves.

Field rubbed his eyebrows and comforted himself that the guards had two fist-sized rye bran bread a day, no salary, freedom, and wives. Ask yourself, from their perspective, Field himself is unwilling to work hard.

"The guards who patrolled last night ran six laps around the territory, and those who did not come out to assemble ran three laps. This is a punishment. Don't try to be sneaky."

"Huh~" The guards breathed a sigh of relief, and many of them even laughed.

Although I don't understand why the lord is so keen on running, running is much more comfortable than the whip that can plow a bloody wound.

"I love running." A guard smiled and dropped his weapon and untied his armor.

"Wait, put on the leather armor and run. In addition, everyone must carry weapons." Field emphasized. Before they could show their despair, Field added in a devilish and bewitching tone, "If it can be completed before noon, Everyone gets a slice of bacon.”

Supplementing nutrition is a must.

"bacon?"

"Mom! What did I hear?"

"Is today a holiday? Our beloved lord!"

The previous complaints in the stomach instantly entered the intestines and turned into farts. The guards quickly changed into leather armor, shouldered their weapons, and started running like crazy. The scene was extremely lively, attracting frequent glances from the surrounding slaves who were dealing with the corrupted farmland.

The remaining ten or so people looked at each other, their mouths watering when they thought of bacon. Finally, Bobcat mustered up the courage and asked cautiously: "What about us? Sir, we can also run."

Field glanced around and saw that those who were left behind were all elites among the guards. Many of them had killed more than ten carrion corpses. Field raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't have to run. You were the rare ones who came out to gather last night. Bacon." You deserve it. I have a new training program for you, called Zhanjunzi. If you do well, you will be rewarded with an extra egg."

"Gudong~"

Hearing the egg, there was another swallowing sound.