"Boom!"
Julia was startled and grabbed the communication device. She tried to put in the magic, but the communication device didn't reconnect. Apparently, Pal had fallen into the water.
"Don't worry too much, Queen. If there was a big problem with the lord of the tower, I would have felt something was wrong."
Boris panicked, but he reassured Julia. When he immediately connected to the wizard on duty, it was confirmed that the tower was still peaceful.
Julia swept her chest down and sat down.
"I'll have to wait until Pal breaks. Still, there are no special problems, and I'm glad that Pal confirmed it."
Julia turned to all three of them and said. Endymion, his brow furrowed, gently pulled her into a hug.
"We both lived when we got married, which was quite significant."
"Well, what do you mean... It's fine now."
As Julia spoke, she poured out a little more magic. Endymion smiled when he noticed, and Julia blinked as she laughed.
'I'll check it out when Pal gets up.'
A mysterious spell on Endymion. Also, Adele's constitution, which has less magic power than the lower wizard and can feel all the magic power of the higher wizard.
Julia put her thoughts on hold and changed the mood.
"Maybe it was just a metaphor. If I hadn't used magic on you, I would have been taken to the Tower one day."
She didn't want to die if she belonged to the Tower. Julia said playfully, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed.
"Let's sleep. Shall we start a new study?"
Boris rubbed his hands as he cleared the seat. He said it was an opportunity to build up a novel research record.
Adele stayed in the room next to Boris. Julia worked with them on how to use pure magic, not magic.
The research was interesting and useful, and time flew by.
Julia was so absorbed in her research that she would stay up late in the lab. At such times, Endymion, who had just returned from his busy political duties, would come in and hug her and disappear.
She was cautious because it was the time when the Magic Tower Lord was asleep, but it was quite a peaceful time.
After a while, the opportunity to use the research came sooner than she expected.
***
"Chief. It's not raining today."
"Huh, that's a big deal."
The white-haired old man walked away with a worried face. The man who was the vice village chief and who was actually in charge of the operation of the village followed him and sighed.
"In other places, the village's finances are good, so it seems that they can hold on. But our village really looks like a spider's web in the mouth of a mountain."
The mountain village of Semele Verite. This rural village earned income by selling agricultural products and lodging merchants from other regions.
Although there was a lord, the Baron family did not have much wealth. So, when the drought came, Verite was dealt a good blow.
"In particular, our village is much more severely drought."
The man sighed heavily. The village chief, who was stroking his beard, clicked his tongue.
"That's right. The situation is getting more difficult in other areas as well. Still, isn't that a good thing?"
The village chief entered the village and stopped in front of the mountainside. On the steep mountainside, there was a large field that did not fit in with the quiet countryside.
"What would have happened without Cheryl..."
The village chief spoke proudly and caressed the sprouts that had sprouted. The man, whose face was a little relaxed, followed and began to check the condition of the field.
"Everyone is growing well. I will be able to sell them as seedlings soon!"
"Oh, I'm so lucky. I was worried that I would have to die like this in a drought that I didn't know when it would end."
The village chief recorded in detail the number of Cheryl sprouts and their condition on the papers. He put a lot of effort into each and every word. The man said with a reminded expression.
"That's right. And if we keep raising Cheryl like this, we'll be rich!"
Verite was groaning under an unprecedented drought. At that time, an unknown merchant who came secretly asked the village chief to do so.
The land of Verite is just the right soil for Cheryl, and if it grows well, he will give th m a generous reward.
At that time, due to the drought, the income that was only a rat's tail had been wiped out.
Recently, the country has been cracking down on Cheryl cultivation. However, since Verite is deep in the mountains, there is no risk of being cracked down on, so the village chief accepted the proposal.
Surprisingly, as mentioned above, Cheryl sprouted in Verite quickly.
In that way, he handed over three or four Cheryl seedlings to the top. The merchant was very satisfied and gave the money. It was equivalent to a month's income from a village.
"Honestly, all the money from the royal castle goes into the lord's pocket. Besides, Cheryl can have multiple dogs, so this is really our salvation!"
The man was excited as he imagined it. The village chief laughed at him who had lost his worries about the drought.
"Yes, you're right. If you tell the lord, he can take it away, so let's keep it a secret. Now, go ahead and recruit more people to grow Cheryl... Hey. Are you here?"
The village chief stopped talking and shouted happily. Two men in black robes approached him.
"Welcome. If I had known you would come today, I would have met you!"
The man greeted them with a big smile. Those who covered their faces with hoods were the people at the top. They commissioned Cheryl to grow.
"Our Superior Lord wants to check on Cheryl."
"You've come to the right place. Look, it's growing very smoothly!"
The merchants looked around at Cheryl and nodded. He couldn't see his face, but he seemed quite satisfied.
"Sir, can you hit this one better? Thank you always, but the drought is getting worse and worse. Well, Cheryl is more expensive than jewels among nobles..."
The man looked at him and asked.
When he first received the prize, he was happy because he didn't know anything about Cheryl. After all, it was in the countryside. Then he went to the next town to buy food with the money earned, and hr heard the detailed price of Cheryl.
Considering that, he thought that no matter how many seedlings he had, he could get more than his monthly budget for Verite.
"Yes. It was the first time I had seen it last time, so it was of low quality. Now that it's perfect, I can give you the right price."
The merchants took out their pockets and handed them over. The man quickly took it and opened it with an expectant face.
"Ugh."
"Oh my God."
Even the village chief, who was watching from the sidelines, swallowed hard. The merchants' pockets contained gold coins that were several times the Baron's fortune.
"Hey, are you giving me so much?"
"Cheryl is good enough. If you keep it secret. I'll give you more than that."
The merchants said casually. The man and the village chief nodded enthusiastically with emotion.
The merchants then said they wanted to take a closer look at the Cheryl Field, and they did their best to guide them.
The merchants spent an hour examining the papers and fields before getting ready to leave. He tells him the next date and the number of Cheryl seedlings he needs to grow until then.
"Oh, and I have one thing to agree on."
"Yes, what is it? Just talk."
"In the future, we will have to mass-produce Cheryl. The Verite soil is good, but it doesn't produce nutrients indefinitely. That's why I want you to bring in a device that we developed a while ago."
"Device... What?"
The man and the village chief blinked their eyes. The merchants kindly explained to them.
"... It is a device that improves the quality of the soil in this way. If you install it early and take care of it regularly, you can grow more Cheryl. It was originally made for nobles, so it's quite expensive, but I'll make it especially cheap for Verite."
"Is that so? How much ...?"
"It's seven percent of the gold coin you received earlier."
The man and the village chief faced each other. It was quite expensive to pay 7% of the money he received for his labor.
"That's a bit of a price."
"Well, right? But I think I have to look a little farther away. If you sell more Cheryl in the future, I think you can recover that much quickly. In terms of initial investment costs, it will be much more profitable for our village."
The man whispered, remembering the knowledge he had picked up. The village chief thought it was reasonable, and his face brightened again.
They took a lot of the gold coins they had received and gave them back to the merchants.
"Thank you for your continued support, haha."
"Good. I'll deliver the device soon. I'll continue to ask for Cheryl."
The merchants said that the lord should not know.
The village chief and the man, who did not want to take away not only the money but also Cheryl, reassured the Baron not to worry. They walked together to the entrance of the village to see off the merchants.
"By the way, it seems to be getting thinner and thinner by the day."
As they passed through the cracked ground, the village chief clicked his tongue. The man hit back with a sad face.
"That's right. I heard that a drought is spreading throughout Semele, but what is the problem?"
Merchants looked up and around the desolate surroundings. Then he lowered his voice and whispered.
"Didn't you hear that rumor?"
"Rumors? What?"
"This drought is God's anger at King Semele."
"Yes?"
The village chief and the man widened their eyes. The merchants put their index fingers to their lips as if telling a secret.
"Think about it. In such a short time, for no particular reason, the whole of Semele is groaning under drought."
"The King was not qualified, and Dunamis punished him. Rumors spread that the Queen was favored by the gods."
The old memories came to mind in the old village chief's mind.
"Well, there was a rumor that the Queen was the favored son of the gods."
Twelve years ago, the marriage that made the continent buzz. The favor of the gods who is loved by the gods.
The Princess of Ametrine, who escaped the only catastrophe, came to Semele, and the famine ended.
"Yes, that's it. Wasn't Ametrine the largest producer of Cheryl until recently? Why do you have so many expensive Cheryl in that small kingdom? It's all because God cares about them."
It was a casual statement, but when he thought about it, it was quite true. Although they were confused, their feelings permeated the village chief and the man.
"That's right..."
"Wait, if the drought gets worse, even though the Queen is here. Isn't the god Dunamis very angry with His Majesty?"
The man asked with a frightened face. The merchants shrugged their shoulders and said meaningfully.
"Maybe. If the King is unworthy, God will punish him like this."
"I just hope it doesn't get worse. Well, we'll come back next time."
"Oh, yes! Take a look!"
The merchants left the barite. Seeing them off at the edge of the village, the village chief and the man exchanged wavering glances.
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