"Whew~"
A large ball of flame poured out of the scroll, setting the two corpses on fire.
The flames creaked the corrupted deer's corpses.
But... That was it, the used scroll lost its magical luster and completely turned into an ass-wiping paper.
There were no razzle-dazzle special effects, much less the sky-destroying spectral flames of the dragon breed wolf, and Feld felt like he had watched a fire-breathing acrobatic show that wasn't even as exciting as a gas tank explosion.
"I seem to have wasted ten gold coins." Fielder was sweating as an afterthought.
Although magic scrolls had very low damage, the market price of a first-rank magic scroll was about fifteen gold coins, and an antique-grade magic scroll was probably worth ten gold coins, which wasn't cheap at all.
Ashina spat out a small cut of her luscious tongue and said with a smile, "How could it be a waste? We learned about the power of magic scrolls, and like you said, practice makes perfect. Besides, it's my first time seeing a magic scroll, it's interesting."
This little ninny knew her stuff and would actually give herself a leg up.
"I just mentioned it once, thanks for remembering." Fielder was infected by her positive mindset and smiled as he patted Ashina's head.
There were 24 magic scrolls within the chest, minus the ones that Fielder used up, it was expected to be sold for 230 gold coins, an extremely rich harvest.
Picking up trash was also quite fun, Fields thought in his heart that he could make a fortune just by coming out for a walk.
Due to the special environment of the North Realm, there were very few adventurers who dared to go deep into this place, so there were quite a lot of good things left behind.
Returning to the territory, the people were relieved to see Fields return unharmed.
After all, if something had happened to Lord Fields, they would have been killed by the Death Haze that day. Besides, Lord Field was an extremely good person, the slaves thought to themselves, hoping that Field would always be their lord, and that it would be a godly day if he could keep them half full.
"Yikes! It's the kobold's head!" Dogpaw, one of the more knowledgeable freeholders, exclaimed, "I've seen those filthy little things in the big cities, they can even breed with sows and give birth to a bunch of baby kobolds."
"That's right, it was these monsters that attacked the territory." Feld casually threw the kobold's head on the ground and drew out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, "We have avenged the dead, and hopefully they will return to the embrace of the goddess."
"Long live the lord!"
"Thank you, my lord!"
The slaves were grateful, it felt so good to be respected for their right to life, and they didn't have to worry about being killed by hateful monsters at night.
Even though Feld wasn't motivated by human rights as such, he was just trying to clear away the threat so that the slaves could do their work properly. But it didn't stop the slaves from being grateful, generally the lords didn't give a damn about their slaves, they would only think about whether to eat apple or cherry soup at night.
"Disperse, go back to rest." Feld was also tired.
After solving the problem of the kobolds, Field clapped his hands, and he thought of another important thing.
That was the poor performance of the guards when the kobolds attacked, the guards in charge of patrolling were hiding somewhere and sleeping, and the rest of the guards who were resting, were even more unconcerned. If it wasn't for the manservant Wakan who went to wake up a few guards, I'm afraid that these guards wouldn't even show up if the entire territory was slaughtered.
"It's not even safe to sleep without strengthening the territory's military power."
It would definitely be impossible to take care of the entire territory with just Asuna's words.
After Fielder finished his planning, he recorded it in words that only he recognized, and then lay down on the bed, the broken floor and windows of the large winery immediately emitted a "creaking" sound, and from time to time, there was also a nasty wind blowing in through the cracks of the bricks.
"And the house will have to be repaired as soon as possible." Fielder covered his ears in despair and buried his head under the quilt, which was the only thing that retained the scent of civilized society.
The next day, after the tortured Feld finished eating the bread spread with blueberry sauce, he gathered all the soldiers, including the subhuman cavalrymen who couldn't ride horses yet.
"Stand up straight." Feld chided in a stern voice.
The guards, knowing that they had behaved badly last night, cowered in fear, some were even on the verge of peeing themselves, thinking they were facing the hangman's noose, but were too afraid to squeak, stealing glances at Feld's face from time to time in the hope of revealing some sign of what was going on.
Field had intended to drag out the derelict fools and give them thirty lashes in front of everyone. But seeing that many of them were so yellow and thin that they could see their neat ribs, and even just wearing armor, they were falling over to the east to fall, Feld still gave up on his not-so-practical idea.
Don't want thirty lashes, just ten lashes, this can whip them back to their mother's womb, even if they don't die, they have to be paralyzed for a few months. To save them, they would still have to take the precious potion, and the loss would still be their own.
The most crucial thing is, killing them, there are even fewer suitable soldiers among the remaining slaves.
Feld rubbed his brow, consoling himself with the fact that the guards were getting two fistfuls of rye bran bread a day with no pay, freedom, or mother-in-law. Asking himself to put himself in their shoes, Feld himself was reluctant to sell out.
"Six laps around the territory for the guards who patrolled last night, and three laps for those who didn't come out to rally, that's the punishment, so don't try to sneak around."
"Whew~" the guards breathed a sigh of relief, and many of them even laughed out.
Although they didn't understand why Lord Lord was keen on running, but compared to a flogging that could plow a bloody gash, running could be too comfortable.
"I love running." One of the guards grinned as he dropped his weapon and undid his armor.
"Wait, put on your leather armor before you run, and also, each man should carry a weapon." Feld emphasized, and not waiting for them to show their despair, Feld added in a devilishly compelling tone, "If we can finish before noon, everyone gets a slice of bacon."
Supplemental nourishment was in order.
"Bacon?"
"Mom! What do I hear?"
"Is today a holiday? Our beloved lord-sama!"
The earlier complaints in their stomachs instantly entered their intestines and turned into farts, and the guards quickly changed into leather armor, shouldered their weapons, and started running wildly like crazy. The scene was hilarious, drawing frequent side glances from the slaves dealing with the corrupted farmland around them.
The remaining ten or so people looked at each other in dismay, the thought of bacon made them salivate, in the end, it was the bobcat that summoned up the courage and asked cautiously, "What about us? My lord, we can also run."
Feld scanned the circle, those left behind were the elite of the guards, many of them had killed more than ten carrion, Feld raised an eyebrow, "You don't need to run, last night you were one of the few who came out to rally, and the bacon is what you deserve. I have a new training program for you guys, it's called Standing Posture, if you do well, you'll be rewarded with an extra egg."
"Gulp~"
Upon hearing the egg, another swallowing sound rang out.