57: Two 'magic weapons'

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

As the Winter Goddess stepped deeper into the season, the temperature in Ironthorn Territory became increasingly bone-chilling, and the clothing worn by the Serfs became much heavier.

On the small path running through the Cultivated Land, Lister and Daisna rode their horses slowly.

Watching the farmers diligently sowing seeds even in the cold wind, Lister could not help but feel a touch of admiration and respect.

Although the divination of the past few days did not yield any useful information, there was no shortage of good news.

First and most importantly, the Artisan leader Malo, leading the other Artisans in a concerted effort, finally finished the world's first and unique Curved Plough and Seed Drill yesterday.

Upon hearing this news, Lister immediately brought the Curved Plough and Seed Drill to the Cultivated Land to conduct tests.

It must be said that the craftsmanship of Malo and the other Artisans was quite good; not only was the manufacturing speed fast, but the quality was also fully guaranteed.

Although there were some minor flaws, they were insignificant overall. After the few of them cooperated with his operational tests, both 'Artifacts' for Cultivated Land could be used normally without any issues.

At the time, seeing Malo and the other Artisans with dark circles under their eyes and looking so exhausted they were about to collapse, Lister, in a great mood, expressed his concern while also heavily commending and rewarding them.

The Serfs of Ironthorn Territory were also conquered by the powerful effects of these two 'Artifacts' for Cultivated Land and by Lister's talent as an Artisan.

Especially Daisna, who loved reading all kinds of books and was deeply knowledgeable; while feeling admiration, she also understood more clearly what kind of terrifying subversion and innovation these two agricultural tools could bring to agriculture.

Therefore, she kept pestering Lister with questions, wanting to learn how to make these two agricultural tools, and even resorted to using seduction.

However, the steadfast Lister had seen it all; it was just her putting on a cutesy voice, which had no challenge at all.

So he always deflected the conversation. Originally, letting her know about them was already a helpless move, and the details of their production certainly could not be revealed further.

After all, this was an important resource concerning the future development of the territory, and since you aren't my wife, why should I tell you?

Faced with Lister's mouth, which was tighter than superglue, Daisna could only admit defeat in the end.

As for being angry at Lister, she wasn't; she could still distinguish right from wrong, but a young girl's mentality made her think that she must get her own back in the future.

The second piece of good news was that Bai Ze had broken through to Bronze Tier 3, and as a result, his own strength, having undergone a sub-contract, had also increased significantly.

For this guy who could become stronger without cultivating, he could only feel envy, nothing else.

Fortunately, such magical beasts with powerful bloodline potential were very difficult to breed; otherwise, this world would have long been the domain of magical beasts.

As for the last piece of good news, it was that he had learned another Wizardry, one of the defensive arts: 'Magic Shield'.

Although it only successfully condensed with the help of the mana transmitted by Bai Ze, and was not stable enough, it was already a significant boon for him.

Along the way, he also tried to perceive mana relying on his own spiritual talent, but unfortunately, he gained nothing.

For this reason, he really couldn't imagine how high one's talent had to be to become a registered magician of the Church.

Could it be that the people of the Church are all perverts?

...

In the afternoon, in the buffer zone outside the western border of Black Stone Territory, a Slave caravan with ten prison carts was slowly moving towards Ironthorn Territory.

The fat middle-aged man leading the caravan, although looking slightly tired, could not hide the look of anticipation in his eyes.

At this moment, a young, immature boy riding a horse beside him, whose face was somewhat similar to his, asked: " Uncle Kim, is that Ironthorn Territory lord you mentioned really that generous, worth you taking a detour to the Royal City? "

" Haha, Jacques, are you questioning your uncle's words and his eye for people? " Kim teased, his face showing no displeasure.

He had always been very fond of and optimistic about this good nephew of his.

Although Jacques Cole was very young, his business talent was no less than his own, and his keen business sense sometimes made him feel inferior.

The student surpasses the master; this was the best description for Jacques Cole.

Upon hearing this, Jacques hurriedly denied: " Uncle Kim, how could I doubt your eye for people? If it weren't for your efforts to turn the tide, the family would have long gone bankrupt and declined; how could it be thriving as it is today. "

" I am just a bit curious about that Ironthorn Territory lord. "

Kim nodded slightly, smiling: " Lord Howard, the lord of Ironthorn Territory, is estimated to be only a little older than you, although he is only a Baron ... "

" I dare not say anything else, but his generosity is absolutely the highest among the Barons I have ever seen; even the descendants sent by those great nobles of the Western Territory to the pioneering territories cannot compare to him. "

" Otherwise, why would your uncle pass up closer options to come to such a remote and barren place. "

" Oh! I didn't expect Uncle Kim to rate Lord Howard so highly. " Jacques looked amazed, and at the same time, became increasingly curious about Lister.

At this moment, a prison cart driving over a bumpy gravel road suddenly had its right wooden wheel stuck. Seeing this, the driver swung his whip hard, hitting the horses.

In pain, the horses exerted force again. The next moment, under the interaction of forces, the right wooden wheel ' bang ' cracked open, and the cart tilted towards the ground on the right.

The nearly twenty Slaves in the cage were instantly sent tumbling, seeing stars.

" Help quickly! " Kim, who noticed it immediately, ordered loudly.

Soon, the cart was righted, and the Slaves inside the cage were also rescued.

However, because the damage to the wheel was too severe, it could not continue to move.

In desperation, Kim could only order: " Everyone stop moving, wait for the wheel to be repaired before setting off again. "

After speaking, he and Jacques went to a large rock to sit and rest, waiting for the handymen to repair it.

Jacques looked around at the surroundings and suggested with a hint of unease: " Uncle Kim, this place is in the mountains and forests; the location is too remote, and there might be wild beasts. "

" How about we take the Slaves and leave this area first? Anyway, only one cart is broken. "

" It does seem a bit remote. " Kim looked around and nodded, but he didn't care much: " Jacques, you are too worried. On the map, this place is not a dangerous zone. "

" And look at those Slaves; they all fell quite hard just now. I'm afraid they don't have the strength to set off now. "

Jacques looked at the Slaves sitting on the ground not far away; indeed, everyone had more or less some injuries.

He had to give up on this, shaking his head to dispel the feeling of unease in his mind.

At this moment, feeling a bit thirsty, he went to the river in front of him, took out a leather water bag, and started to draw water.

Just as he was drawing water, several black shadows suddenly emerged from the center of the river surface and swam rapidly towards him.

Kim, who was paying attention to him from not far away, saw this scene and immediately shouted to warn him: " Watch out, Jacques. "