Weird Wizarding World Chapter 459

   Dang Dang Dang Dang!

  Bursts of Qingyue bronze drums resounded throughout the Tilaimei Plain.

   "... get up quickly!"

   "The Lord of Tilaimei has ordered that the spring harvest will start early! Get up quickly!"

  The serf stewards lit torches and kicked open the doors of the shanty houses one by one, shouting loudly.

"What happened?!"

  The serfs were suddenly awakened from their sleep, still a little dazed.

  Old Myron was a little older, and when he woke up at this moment, he felt his heart beating hard and his lips were dry.

   "What's wrong..." He murmured in panic.

  But soon, amidst the resounding shouts of the steward of the knight, old Myron suddenly understood the current situation.

   "The spring harvest started early...but it's night and I can't even see it. How do I harvest the wheat..." He couldn't help muttering.

   "Hurry up and gather at the grain drying field! Those who arrive late will be punished!"

  However, under the stern voice of the knight in charge, the serfs like Old Melon didn't dare to hesitate no matter how dazed they were. They put on their clothes neatly and ran non-stop to the grain drying ground to assemble with their agricultural tools.

   "No sickle needed! Now, follow me to the field!"

  After the serfs were roughly assembled, the wizard in charge of each area appeared in the air in an orderly manner, and issued orders according to the previous arrangement.

   Such a process had been rehearsed many times before the spring harvest.

  It is clear which areas I am responsible for and what to do when the time comes.

   "No need for a sickle..." Old Myron was even more puzzled when he heard this order.

   No need for a sickle... Then what do you use to harvest wheat, pull it by hand? !

  Suddenly, a terrifying suspicion arose in his heart——

  I won't be caught by some ghosts and ghosts, I'm still dreaming now, right? !

Snapped!

   "Hiss..." Old Myron let out a pain and rubbed his thigh.

   "What's wrong with you? Uncle Myron!" Mike, a young serf beside him, was startled by his sudden pat on himself, and asked hastily.

   "It's okay..." Old Myron smiled awkwardly, the pain made his mind clearer, and he suddenly felt that he was really old and confused, how could he think so.

  However, this kind of conjecture left some traces in his heart after all.

  Old Myron followed the steward's command and walked towards the farmland, while observing everything around him with more concentration.

  'Knight Harold...Knight Randy...Master Dolly the Wizard...Little Mike...these are all familiar faces, there is nothing wrong...'

   "Uncle Myron, why do adults say that there is no need for a sickle? Without a sickle, how do we harvest wheat?" Mike suddenly asked.

   "I don't know..." Old Myron looked around, suddenly startled, looked at the front left and murmured in shock, "What is that?!"

  The magic engine made an undetectable sound. Compared with the fuel engine in the previous life, the magic engine was extremely silent.

  In old Myron's vision, huge gray-black steel monsters quietly drove out of the factory building one after another!

   A coquettish blue light shines from their backs, creating circles of flickering halos in the dark night.

"This is…"

   "There are monsters!"

  The serfs panicked and restless.

   "Quiet!" Dolly explained in a deep voice in mid-air, "There is no need to panic, this is a wheat harvester named Corn Ear created by the great Lord Tilemmy!"

   "Wheat... harvester?" Old Myron murmured, "This is something that can harvest wheat?"

  Seeing that the serfs stopped restless, Dolly took a breath and injected magic power into the crystal in his hand.

   click.

   Tap Tap —

  Brilliant beams of light shot out in front of each ear harvester.

"oh!"

   "Hiss—"

  Amidst the exclamation of the serfs, the wheat harvesters illuminated the farmland in front of them, and then they lined up and marched neatly towards the farmland!

   Swish Swish Swish—!

  When approaching the farmland, the drum header in front of the ear harvester starts to rotate.

   This caused the serfs to exclaim again.

  Dolly didn't laugh when he saw their fuss. He still remembered how he saw these ear harvesters.

  ...No better than these serfs.

   "Okay, go to the next warehouse to get the food bags in order!"

  Having not forgotten his duty, Dolly continued to give instructions.

   "Have you heard what the adults said? Hurry up and move!"

  The serf stewards who are composed of wizard apprentices and knights also shouted at the right time.

   "There are only two things you need to do, and that is to pack the wheat and transport the wheat!"

   "Whoever has the food bag, come with me!"

   "Come here! It's here, don't be afraid! This is something created by the great Lord Tilami, are you afraid that it will hurt you!"

   During the time when the serf took the grain bag, the ear harvester had already completed a round of harvesting and returned to the edge of the field.

  Dory hangs high in the sky, holding the control crystal and directing the nearest grain harvester to start dumping grain.

   "Come here quickly and open the grain bag and put it in this position!"

Old Myron's heart was pounding, he swallowed, and under the command of the steward, he walked forward and tremblingly opened the grain bag, aiming at the terrifying metal stick protruding from the ear harvester in front of him. short tube.

   Click.

  After he aligned, the steward next to him pulled down the switch next to the short pipe a little nervously.

  Clatter—

  The clear golden wheat grains immediately flowed out like water.

   "Hiss..." Old Myron trembled all over, and he almost couldn't hold the grain bag with his hands shaking.

"Be careful!"

   Fortunately, the knight steward next to him had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and reached out to support the grain bag.

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my lord!" Old Myron's face turned pale, and sweat burst out of his forehead.

   "Okay! Hurry up and put the grain bag on the cart, don't block the people behind!" The steward pushed the switch next to it and waved his hand impatiently.

  If it was normal, he might still swear a few more words, but now time is tight, Lord Dolly is still waiting for them to finish loading the food in the sky, he has no time to delay.

   What's more, when he saw the miraculously flowing wheat grains, he was also distracted for a moment. It is understandable for the serfs to be distracted.

boom.

  Old Myron carried the grain bag and carefully loaded it into the cart.

   Breathing out slightly, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and looked back at the gray-black monster that was still in place, his eyes were filled with amazement.

  He couldn't figure out how the wheat growing on the stalks turned into golden wheat grains!

   It's really... a great miracle.

  Boom.

  The ear harvester parked next to the field ridge finished unloading the wheat grains, and continued to move towards the field ahead.

  Dolly followed them and flew forward.

  The other stewards were divided into two parts, one part led the serfs to chase the harvester forward, and the other part stayed behind to send the freshly harvested wheat to the warehouse.

   In this way, it was dawn in a flash.

  Dolly wiped off his sweat, and said to the wizard next to him, "I'll leave it to you."

   "No problem, you can go to rest." The new wizard smiled and reached out to take the control crystal.

  Different from Colin's agricultural harvesters in his previous life, each one needs to be controlled by a single person, or even multiple people.

  The ear harvester is mainly controlled remotely by wizards. Depending on the strength of each wizard, the number of simultaneous control is also different.

  The wizards are located in mid-air, so they can actually see the overall harvesting situation more clearly and control the direction in real time.

  Although it was dawn, the sun was hidden behind the clouds, and only the eastern sky revealed a hazy white.

   "If this goes on, I'm afraid we can really finish harvesting the wheat before the heavy rain comes!"

  Over the Golden Wheat Spike Wizard Tower, Claire looked at Colin and wondered.

   "I hope so." Colin smiled lightly, his eyes a little tired.

  Last night, he kept running around Tilaimei, coordinating and directing the spring harvest.

   After all, it was the first time to carry out mechanized harvesting, and there were still many situations, but fortunately, they all survived without any danger.

  The harvest everywhere was on the right track, so he had time to rest for a while.

   "The Supreme Council has confirmed that these dark clouds are indeed caused by the gods." Claire continued, "But it's not just for the Tilemei Plain. Extreme climate disasters have appeared throughout the entire Siya continent."

  "The glaciers in Graham's territory melted half overnight, and the tsunami submerged several small towns near the sea.

   Fortunately, because of the cold and the sparsely populated area, the losses were generally not serious. "

   "It's so serious..." Colin was slightly stunned and looked up.

  The clouds above have turned gray and black. I am afraid that in a few hours, the sun will no longer be able to penetrate.

   It can be expected that a torrential downpour is about to come.

   "If this matter is not stopped as soon as possible, the future impact will not only be a mere tsunami and flood..."

   Looking away, Colin couldn't help mumbling.

  The importance of climate stability is unquestionable... Do those gods want to directly destroy the world?

   "Don't worry too much." Claire comforted: "Trust the Supreme Councilors."

   "...um." Colin opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded.

   "Heavy rain is coming, I have to tell Tilami to take precautions everywhere... If the newly harvested wheat is not dried in time, I am afraid it will germinate and deteriorate. I have to find a way to solve this problem..."

   "Don't worry about drying the wheat, I can help." Claire interrupted.

   "... Then I will trouble you." Colin was slightly taken aback, thinking of Claire's ability to control water vapor last night, he was overjoyed, and said hastily.

   "No need." Claire waved her hand, looked at the wheat field under her feet, her face was obscured by the mask, "It's all for wizards."

  Colin nodded silently, "Then I'll leave first."

   "Go."

  The hills near the Kingdom of Keg.

   "Why are there dark clouds gathering? Didn't you expect it to be sunny today?"

  Jonson sat in the makeshift study, frowning at the wizard Buck who was reporting to him in front of him.

  Buck is the wizard he specially recruited to be in charge of planting the farmland in the Keig hills. He is good at botanical witchcraft, also knows about wheat planting, and knows how to observe the weather.

   Most of the matters related to the spring harvest were handled by this wizard.

   "This... in the evening, I observed that today is still sunny..." Buck also frowned, raised his head and said seriously:

   "Master Jonson, I'm afraid this rain is weird."

  Jonson frowned, and said angrily: "So what to do now, I promised those grain merchants that the spring harvest will start today, if..."

  Om—!

   Before he could finish speaking, the crystal in front of Jonson's desk suddenly lit up. He frowned and pressed the crystal, and then his expression suddenly changed!

   "What's the matter, Lord Jonson." Buck asked hesitantly.

   "These dark clouds are the handwriting of the gods!" Jonson murmured with an ugly expression when he came back to his senses.

   It was a message sent to him by the family just now, and the content was part of the announcement of the Supreme Council this morning.

  In the latest announcement this morning, the Supreme Council announced the latest attack launched by the gods last night, clearly indicating that the extreme climate that is happening in the Siya continent is the work of the gods, and reminded all places to pay attention to precautions.

   "The handwriting of the gods... what can we do?!" Buck also suddenly panicked. He felt something was wrong when he saw the cloud when he woke up in the morning... Unexpectedly, the gods were behind it!

   "Hurry up and hurry up to harvest the wheat!" Johnson roared, his face pale.

  Although he is not proficient in farming, he also knows how much the heavy rain will affect the wheat harvest...

  If the wheat cannot be harvested this time, it will not only be as simple as the investment in the past was in vain, but he will also have to pay compensation to those forces that signed the purchase contract with him!

  Golden wheat ears outside the palace.

   "Hiss, latest news, half of the farmland in Tilaimei has been harvested!"

   "So fast! The Lord of Tilami is really perverted!"

   "Speak carefully!"

   "...I mean Senator Colin is a genius!"

  At the side gate of the kingdom, Frank and other merchants are gathering here, waiting for Atbold to summon him.

   Some of them were early, when Claire was trying to disperse the clouds last night, they keenly smelled some kind of aura, and rushed to meet Atbold.

   And when the spring harvest started early and the grain harvester appeared, even Frank and Douglas hurried over!

   "What the **** is that grain harvester! It's so powerful!"

  At this moment, they are discussing in low voices the latest farmland news brought by Douglas' men.

"Yeah, I took a look from a distance before I came. I drove past like that, but I didn't see any movement. The wheat in the farmland disappeared neatly. The most important thing is that the wheat grains were directly separated from the straw! After it came back , can be bagged directly! In the past, if you relied on serfs, you would not be able to complete the threshing work in half a day per mu of land!"

   "The grain industry in Siya is about to change!"

   "Don't talk about the food industry...Look at the dark clouds in the sky, what will happen to the Siya continent in the future...who can tell."

  As soon as the businessman's words came out, everyone fell into silence, and there was no sound for a while.

  Douglas stared blankly at the entrance of the palace, ignoring the discussion next to him, but waved lightly to the subordinates beside him: "Explore again!"

  click.

   At this moment, the door of the palace suddenly opened.

   "Sorry, Mr. Atbold was busy with the spring harvest last night and kept everyone waiting, but he is free now, please come with me."

   "It's okay, let alone waiting in the middle of the night, I'm willing to wait two more days!" Frank forced a smile and stepped forward, with a smile on his face, his eyes almost narrowed.

   "Master Atbold has worked hard. If we are tired, we can visit again in the afternoon!" Douglas cursed secretly, and quickly stepped forward with a smile.

  What kind of right to speak, what kind of alliance...at this moment, under the sudden change of weather and those grain harvesters, they all disappeared in smoke.

  All the businessmen present knew that the Tilaimei Plain would definitely become the overlord of the grain industry in the future! The lord of Tilami will also become the uncrowned king in charge of food.

   If you don't hurry up and straighten your seat now, it's really a waste of doing business for so many years!

  Time passed quietly.

   Half a day later, the spring harvest in the Tilaimei Plain was completely over, and all the grain was moved into the warehouse.

   At the same time, a severe rainstorm also fell in this dark night like ink.

Chapter end