CHAPTER 764: THE GRAND PRODUCTION MOVEMENT

With the aid of Lord Appa, Garrett Nordmark finally calmed down and began honing his mental power and perception.

Having worried the magical beasts, it was time for him to buck up and stop seeking shortcuts. Sometimes, the shortest path is the longest route!

Garrett dedicated his last bit of leisure time to practice. He used his mental power to touch the walls and stairs of the mage tower, to touch furniture, paper, and pens, and to touch the electric grid pulled up by MOSS...

While making specimens, he penetrated them bit by bit with his mental power, touching the bones, muscles, and nerves of the experimental animals...

Garrett soon saw something different.

The bodies of the magical beasts, compared to ordinary animals, had more differences besides the anatomical ones. Depending on their attributes, they were more or less infused with energy.

For example, the Iron-skinned Bull had skin and horns that felt more metallic.

The Wind Wolf’s skin had a lightness to it, and its fur formed new structures that allowed the wind to flow more smoothly over it.

As for the Water Arrow Rabbit... well, although its muscles were strengthened, it just felt like it would taste better... If Garrett wasn’t averse to spicy food, he might have considered making a cold dish out of it.

While Garrett was engrossed in his research, the grand agricultural production movement in the Kent Kingdom was in full swing.

The elders of the Nature God cult and the archmages of the Transmutation School joined forces to cut the God Crystal into over a hundred pieces—each corresponding to the over a hundred parishes of the Nature God cult on the eastern and western islands and several small archipelagos of the kingdom.

Garrett was taken to observe the cutting process by the Lord of Thunder, getting a good spot. The elders and archmages of the Nature God cult all smiled kindly at him, and no one questioned the presence of a seventh-level mage.

Although Garrett didn’t understand much... the only thing he understood was that the cutting tool was unlike anything he knew... It wasn’t a metal blade, a diamond wheel, a high-pressure water jet, or a ceramic blade...

Anyway, the elders and archmages stood in position according to the magic array. With high and low chanting and prayers, a thin light blade appeared at the center of the array.

The light blade silently cut through the God Crystal like a knife through water, without causing any ripples in the electric grid surrounding the crystal. The crystal split evenly into two pieces. Then, one cut followed another, again and again.

So the reason the teacher was here was to control the God Crystal with the electric grid? Otherwise, it might explode or run away?

The light blade continued to cut, one slow, deliberate cut after another, following the pre-marked lines. The pieces varied in size and color intensity.

Garrett guessed that the different sizes and colors might be due to the varying sizes of the parishes and the different amounts of land influenced by the Nature God cult and the Magic Council.

In the end, the God Crystal was cut into tiny gems, the smallest being about a carat. The Transmutation School archmages quickly lined up golden ring bases and set each gem into them...

Garrett thought they might be using this opportunity to touch the God Crystal with their mental power one last time.

After all, once this round of touching was over, they’d never touch it again...

Elders from each parish pulled out a vine and strung the green God Crystal-set golden rings around their necks. They then rushed back to their parishes, gathering priests to form formations and laboring to hasten growth.

In the local mage towers, mages and apprentices also emerged, organizing manpower to help with drying, transporting, and storing.

News from various regions kept pouring into the Magic Council:

"The first batch of grain has been harvested!"

"The second batch of grain has been planted!"

"With one round of hastening spells per day, we’ll ensure another batch before winter!"

"Whale oil has reached one hundred and fifty ships!"

"Herring imports from the Neder Kingdom have increased from 500 barrels a day to 1000 barrels a day!"

"With this round, food reserves should be sufficient," the Lord of Thunder told his disciple with ease.

"The New World is still better, with plenty of natural spirits and totem beasts to harvest. The Old World, developed by humans for thousands of years, has nearly exhausted its natural spirits. The Lord of Radiance’s power isn’t inclined towards growth..." 𝖗𝘼Νo͍ВËṧ

Garrett thought of the devastating white light he had seen on the battlefield, nodding silently. Although they all had divine power, the powers were vastly different, except for healing...

Is it the composition of the divine spells themselves, or the believers’ imagination of the gods’ power that causes the difference?

Moreover, Garrett understood why they would travel thousands of miles to harvest in the Radiant Church’s territory instead of the northern New World.

The natural spirits on their own land were their own resources, and they should seize others’ resources if possible.

"By the way, teacher, how are things in the New World and with our allies?"

"The New World is simple," the Lord of Thunder smiled slightly.

"The vast land has few people and many wild beasts. On the great plains, there are herds of bison, each weighing a ton... Send a shipload of salt to each settlement, and they can make beef jerky."

"As for our allies... it depends on their cleverness. The council’s ships are always shuttling, and those willing to work in the New World will always have food."

Garrett bowed his head silently. Dwarves who followed orders and worked for the council always had food in the factories. As for the barbarians...

Traveling to the New World meant breaking up complete tribes into individuals, employed as useful bodyguards and thugs by mages, nobles, and Kent Kingdom residents?

Or perhaps becoming sailors? There was always a shortage of sailors, and barbarians, even if only the elders could navigate by stars and currents, at least these raiders in longboats could become excellent basic sailors...

"What about the rest of the kingdom’s people, teacher? Local councils will surely speed up production and stockpile grain, but other temples and noble landowners may not cooperate..."

If the temples and noble lords strongly resisted or simply refused to pay, it would be impossible for the council and the Nature God cult to put in so much effort to hasten the crops on their land.

"Don’t worry about that," the Lord of Thunder told his youngest disciple in a harsh tone after a moment of silence.

"During this time, do not leave Nevis for any medical treatment requests. If anyone is sick, let them come to you, and if they are forcibly requesting, they can come to me!"

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