Chapter 116: Communication (Part 2)

Just when Baron Rocas and the female priest learned the information about the harvest of the Roman territory through different channels, a girl was riding a horse and riding freely in the light rain.

The girl wore a light pink tight robe, but there were several cute streamers on the belt. When she was running, the streamers were blown by the wind, and the streamers were flying, which was very beautiful.

The girl's blonde hair was above her waist, but it did not tie it up at this time, but was flying behind her head. On her white face, her purple eyes were very bright, her chest was tall, and her legs were slender. While riding a horse, she had a more heroic and cool smell.

"Driving! Driving!" It seemed that I was enjoying the feeling of riding a horse. Although it was raining in the sky and the raindrops made her robe and hair a little wet, the girl was still riding her horse and walking on the road.

It was not until another horse ran from behind that the girl slowed down the horse's speed. Then, she came over and watched the horse run. A pony came, and the horse was sitting there was also a girl who was obviously still in the category of Loli. She was wearing a cute riding outfit and had a delicate taste. She also had a blonde hair, a white face, and purple eyes, but she lacked the charm of the former. She looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was still a small flower bud that was not blooming.

"Sister, you're cheating!" As soon as I caught up, the younger girl said angrily, and then she looked at herself riding the pony with unwillingness: "It's not that I'm worse than you, who told you to ride a big horse, but I can only ride such a little guy, it's unfair!"

"What's unfair? You are very young, of course you have to ride a pony." The older girl laughed, and then she pulled her hair on her forehead with a very charming look, making her sister envious.

The little girl looked at herself riding this horse, then at the horse her sister rode, and at her little steamed bun-like breasts, then at her sister's towering breasts, and even more depressed, "Forget it, you all bully me, anyway, I'm young, I'm not happy to grow up! Humph!"

"Yes, when you grow up, you will have a lot of upset things." The older girl sighed.

The little girl asked curiously: "What's upset? What's the matter?"

"Oh, forget it, I can't explain it even if I tell you. We have been out for a long time, and it's time to go back." The older girl looked at her innocent and romantic sister, sighed and said.

When the little girl heard that she was going back, she was a little reluctant and said, "It's time to play again. I finally came out and I have to learn those etiquettes when I go back. It's so annoying."

"Haha, if you don't go back, I'm afraid you won't have to come out to play for a month in the next." The older girl said, heading towards the way back. Her sister sighed, like a little adult, and then followed her.

The wind was not strong, and the thin raindrops poured on their blonde hair, and with the crisp laughter, they were very far away. Of course, these two people were Miss Owenna and Miss Imisha.

"Have you heard of it? Romon..." As the two sisters slowed down the horse's pace and enjoyed the comfort of the drizzle, several adventurers passing by were walking and saying, at the beginning, the two girls didn't care much about what they were saying, but until the person who was talking said Romon's name, Owenna was stunned, held the horse and listened to the conversations of the people behind her.

"Sister, why don't you leave..." Imisha asked in confusion, and she glanced over these adventurers in a concealed manner.

"Shh!"

"...I heard that the yield per mu of Romon's territory is 370 kilograms!"

"...It's really like this. This is a great harvest. Bless the goddess!"

"Hmph, not only is the goddess bless, but the key is that Romon is a druid!"

"There are druids everywhere, why haven't you seen such a good harvest in other fields?"

"Hmph, this is the difference between genius and mediocrity."

Owenna continued to listen until she probably understood the whole story, and this time she rode her horse and ran towards her home.

"Hey, wait for me!" When Imisha saw her sister coming to the front, she couldn't help but slammed her horse in depression and quickly followed, thinking in her heart that her sister seemed to care about Romon. Could this be the trouble of adults?

What abominable Romon...

Two people drove by a horse and passed by a field, which was about to harvest the crops. Because it matured later than the crops in the Lomon territory, many of them hang down when they were poured by the rain. Although the rain was not heavy and would not have any impact on the grain yield, if this rain continued, it would be a headache if the harvest and drying.

It is definitely not a very convenient thing to harvest about two thousand acres of farmland, especially in the wet soil. The trees planted by the roadside are already green because of the arrival of spring. With the spring breeze, the green leaves carry crystal water droplets, which look very beautiful.

In front of a villa, the two sisters turned over and dismounted, handed the horse to the servant, and the two girls walked in.

"Father, mother, we're back." Owenna said to her parents who were sitting and chatting.

The middle-aged man was Sir Demerka who had invited Romon. He looked at his two daughters with some blame, but he didn't say anything, just reminding him: "Go and change your dry clothes first!"

"Yeah, OK." The two sisters quickly went back to change their clothes. When they came out, they were all Wenjing women wearing lady dresses.

Owenna discovered her father's dissatisfaction, but she was smart and quickly used other relaxed topics to attract this matter. When her parents' expressions were relieved, she told her parents what she heard on the road.

"The yield per mu is 370 kilograms? How is this possible!" At the moment of hearing this, Sir Demerka suddenly screamed in surprise.

As the lord, he certainly knew how much per mu yield was. This number was really scary and he didn't believe it. But soon, when someone sent the same message back, Sir Demerka was silent for a moment, and then he glanced at him with his wife, and what seemed to be conveying something in his eyes.

Owenna, who was sitting aside, her lips slowly curled up.

The Kingdom of Esk is not large in size, and it is close to the ocean, and the mountains in China are not high. The mountains outside the central town of Galle are not very high for several miles. Because of this, the surrounding road conditions are relatively flat, and there will be no trouble when the horses gallop.

The territory of Galle has three towns and eighteen villages. Although it is surrounded by mountains, most of the land in the territory is plains and fertile. The person who serves as the lord in this territory is a very smart person. However, after his death, the battle for his two sons was known to everyone nearby.

In the end, Jacob's failure ended and was swept out by his eldest son. The current lord is Jacob's elder brother Lance, the winner of the final battle for territory.

At this moment, unlike the prosperous plants in other territories, the plants here are actually semi-wilted, looking listless and without any vitality.

Although it was raining, there were a group of gorgeously dressed people standing in the fields, looking at the crops in the fields and worrying. The leader was a blonde man who looked handsome, but his expression was full of ashen color, and he felt a little helpless.

"Herodin, you still have the face to say, as my internal affairs officer, how do you manage it? Do you want to tell me that this is the harvest I will get?"

"Sir Baron, I...I've asked a lot of people to come to see you, but the crop still doesn't work, I..." The middle-aged man who was criticized was standing in front of a young man who was about the same age as his nephew, so scared that he didn't dare to look up, and he only dared to defend himself in a low voice.

Little did he know that the more he made the excuse, the more the Baron Lance, who had become the new lord, became more popular. He was different from his deceased father. The trick his father had taken had a counterproductive effect on him, especially since he had just become the new lord, he encountered such a depressing thing, and the defense of his subordinate officials became a manifestation of his jokes in his eyes.

In a rage, he directly ordered: "Turn him back to me and let him reflect on it!"

"Master Baron...I really tried my best! Master Baron! Look, not only this crop, but all the plants in the territory have withered! Master Baron, I have worked diligently since your father's generation, and I have never been in a place where I am not dedicated. You can't treat me like this, Master Baron..."

The dragged-out insurgent kept shouting, but in the end he was driven out.

"Sir Baron, look..." Seeing someone suffering a loss from the new lord, the officials next to him asked for instructions more and more carefully. "Where will we go to check next?"

"What else can I see? Go back." Having seen too many plants withering, Baron Reims' mood was so bad that he was at a certain level. Although there were some villages ahead, he didn't want to look at it anymore. He took the rope from his servant, turned over the horse, and went back towards the castle.

When the frightened officials saw that the Baron was about to go back, they wiped the cold sweat from their heads and followed one after another.

On the horse, Baron Lance was in a bad mood. This happened as soon as he took over the title of Baron, which was really a challenge to his inheritance legitimacy.

When he returned to the castle, he looked depressed. When the servants saw him, they all avoided him, and the officials who followed him were even more arrogant and did not dare to show off. After all, the example of the Interior Official in front was in front.

And at this moment, a confidant of Baron Lance suddenly came in from outside the hall and muttered in Baron Lance's ear.

"The yield per mu is 370 kilograms?" Baron Lance's eyes lit up. He stood up suddenly, turned a few times, and asked, "Confirm?"

"It's been checked, confirm!"

"Oh! Is this really the case?" Baron Lance thought for a moment, and immediately made up his mind: "Come on, please invite Mr. Romon to me with a post."
Chapter completed!