But as a human spirit, he also realized that no matter what Ange was, he couldn't do anything.

Whistleblower? In this situation, even if he yells loudly, he is the big boss of the Immortal Empire, will anyone believe him?

Thinking back to the miracles Ange performed when harvesting crops in the village, even if ordinary people have entered the Palace of Rest, they may not realize Ange's true identity, such as his two stupid sons and nephews.

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Others may not believe it, but his fate is destined. He will definitely die cleanly, and not even his soul will be left. If Ange dares to put him in and out again, there will naturally be a way to make him unable to speak.

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After thinking about it, it seems that there is only one way left.

Brando pulled out his sword and propped himself on the ground, knelt on one knee, and said seriously: "Lord Ange, Brando, I pledge my allegiance to you."

There are no empty words such as bright or sacred, only simple oaths, but after his soul flame submerged into Ange's body, it formed a new symbol in his soul, a spiritual connection between them.

established between.

Nigris could not feel this kind of spiritual connection, but he was very satisfied with Brando's actions and praised him: "You did the right thing, otherwise you won't be able to come out next time."

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In the main plane, Falling Dragon Lake, Galadel rolled up her trousers and squatted on the field ridge with a gray face, wanting to cry without tears. She still had half of the elegant demeanor of the Elf High Priest.

There was a tapping sound, and the unicorn fell down carrying Gaillard, and asked in surprise: "Lauder, what's wrong with you?"

Galadel turned her head and said to Gaillard with a mournful face: "Your Majesty, go and get Ange and the others back. I, I planted their rice to death."

"What?! Dead?" Gaillard's eyes widened in shock, and Lightning's eyes widened in shock as well, as if they had heard something incredible.

Galadel, the great elf druid, is the one who takes care of the World Tree.

If there were a ranking of druids in the world, Galadel would undoubtedly be one of the best. There were very few things in the world that she couldn't grow. How could she plant rice to death?

Galadel was crying, her self-confidence was severely hit. Although she couldn't plant the World Tree sapling last time, it was a World Tree. It wouldn't be strange if it couldn't be planted, but it would be strange if it was planted. It might be Ange shit.

If you are lucky enough to meet the right environment, that is luck and has nothing to do with strength.

But this time, we are facing salt water magic rice. Although it is salt water, the rice is still rice.

Heading, grain filling, pollination, etc. were all under the control of Galadel, and the final yield was 20% higher than that managed by Ange.

It was already halfway through the growing period when she took over, but she could still increase the yield by 20%. If she took care of the entire growing period, wouldn't it be easy to increase the yield by 40 to 50%?

After harvesting the crops, Galadel, who was full of confidence, began to select and breed seeds, gearing up to cultivate the best saltwater magic rice.

The idea was good, but the reality was that she couldn't even grow a single seedling.

"Is my method of raising seedlings wrong?" Galadel asked somewhat unconfidently.
Chapter completed!