Chapter 89 Black Crow and Party

"No life?" Field poked the pigeon with his hand, his face full of confusion, "Why do I feel that the feather beast empathy magic has not disappeared.

I played the quick magic on a whim before, and applied the feather beast empathy to the pigeon, which is equivalent to establishing a spiritual connection with the pigeon.

"I'll try this magic again."

Field closed his eyes, and his consciousness seemed to fall into the deep sea, and suddenly surfaced, unimpeded.

The next moment, the three-eyed pigeon slowly raised its head, opened its red eyes, and said in a hoarse and deep voice: "Isn't this a visual field? This pigeon is not dead."

"Hey? Lord Field, why are you talking with a pigeon?"

Ashina picked up the pigeon and put it in front of her. Field was also confused, and stared at Asina.

"Don't panic, I seem to be able to control this pigeon." Field asked the pigeon to turn its head, and sure enough, he saw himself with his eyes closed, and immediately said in surprise, "It seems that we have accidentally improved this quick magic. "

The original feathered animal empathy was very useless. It could not control the movements of birds. The pigeon could only act on its instincts, and it would even be thrown down by stones.

Now, it is completely different.

"Spread your wings."

The pigeon spread its wings, and its black feathers were like blades, spreading out fiercely. Its originally weak feet also turned into eagle-like claws. Field exclaimed: "It seems that the strange magical plant has transformed the pigeon's body, but it has also killed its consciousness. It just so happens that my magic has preserved the mark of consciousness."

Let the consciousness return to itself, and the pigeon seemed to have lost its power supply, and fell straight down, and was caught by Field.

"Hehe, I will have a drone in the future." Field was very happy.

"Since the species has changed, it should not be called a pigeon, but a black crow in the future."

Field came up with a name and touched the steel-textured feathers of the black crow: "It really looks like a Prussian eagle. It would be nice to use its style to make a flag in the future."

"Now, let's test its data. "

Then, Field seemed to have found a new toy, and released the black crow, letting it fly around the territory.

What was shocking was that the black crow flew very fast. In its normal state, it was just like a peregrine falcon sprinting, and the slaves could only see a black afterimage. Moreover, it could enter the gray fog without being corrupted. Perhaps it had become a corrupted creature.

"A blessing in disguise." Field was having fun in the room when someone knocked on the door.

Field straightened his collar: "Come in."

"Sir, the meeting is about to begin. According to your order, I have summoned all the people in the territory to the open space. "

Tate is still as capable as ever and never talks nonsense, but he is a workaholic. He has been working day and night on the construction these days, and even carried gravel by himself. As for his wife, children, and his mother, he has long forgotten them.

His wife has been left at the winery to help make happy beans. Happy beans have no technical content. The workers hired by Field are all female freemen, who are careful. There has been no "poisoning" incident so far. Even if it happens, the female workers will not cause a major accident.

Tate's daughter Alexi Ya, during the day, she played with the little girl Absinthe in the gathering place of the freemen. She was one of the few unemployed characters in the whole Night Territory.

As for Absinthe, it was a standard silly name for the freemen. She came from the Bull Territory. When the villagers offered tribute to the Bull Baron, Field intercepted her. She was taken care of by the freemen and the maids. She had no worries about food and drink. Her usual job was to cook porridge and provide it to the slaves.

Field was doing two things at the same time. He stopped the black crow on the roof of the big winery, and stood up and hung the long sword on his waist: "Very good, has the bread been distributed?"

"Yes, all distributed." Tate smiled and nodded, "You are really generous."

"Hahaha, it has nothing to do with generosity. I just want them to realize that listening to me is equivalent to having bread to eat. "

Field did not shy away from speaking his mind. Since he had two chosen ones, he had more confidence in doing things.

Even if the worst happened and everyone in the territory betrayed him, he could rely on the two chosen ones to turn the tables. He was still a first-level fighting knight.

The top three combat forces in the territory were in his hands.

Power, strength and money were the source of a man's confidence.

Field muttered, "I haven't checked the happiness of the territory for a long time."

Name: Field

Profession: Lord

Territory: Starry Night Castle, Wind Rising Village and surrounding territories

Contracted Chosen Ones: Ashina (Winter), Rosaria (Corruption)

Population: 427

Development: 2 (nothing)

Happiness: -3 (slightly depressed)

Environmental value: -25 (dilapidated, with corruption all around)

Probability of Chosen One appearing: 9 in 100 billion

"Damn, it's much better." Field smiled happily, "It's just that the development is rising very slowly, and the happiness and environmental values ​​have increased significantly. "

The probability of the Chosen One appearing in the territory has increased ninefold. Although it is still infinitely approaching zero, it also gives Field hope.

"Let's go and see the people in the territory." Field was full of energy.

Outside the big winery.

"Run! Whoever runs slower will steal Mr. Kao's leather boots!"

Tate's daughter Alexia, like a happy lark, ran in front of Absinthe and ran excitedly towards the crowd. The little girl is at the age of playfulness and is full of interest in the territory.

In fact, when she first came to the Night Territory, she was terrified, thinking that she had entered a witch's lair or the home of a swamp monster, a place only children who love to lie would go to. The original territory was in a mess, with decayed remains, wriggling pieces of meat and tentacles, and slaves with desperate faces everywhere.

The little girl was so scared that she hid in the quilt in the room all day long, and even if she was sweating all over, she refused to stick her head out.

There were no flowers, no companions, and no lively markets.

But today, to be exact, several days ago, Alexia gradually adapted to this place and witnessed the changes in the territory with her own eyes. The corruption was eradicated, and the death haze was getting farther and farther away from her, almost out of her sight.

There were often cavalrymen wrapped in black robes wandering back and forth, and the heavily armored guards would not be lazy when standing guard at the big winery. The first step that Alexia took out of the winery was to follow the maid Sparrow to the free people to make rations for the slaves. It was at that time that she met the little girl Wormwood, a little girl who was almost sent to the Bull Fortress.

"Hey? Wormwood, look, Uncle Hammer is standing on the stage. Are they going to dance? Let's go up and dance together!"

Wormwood shrank his neck: "I don't know... I only know how to cook porridge."

Alexia pulled her partner's arm: "Don't always think about cooking, come on, dancing is fun."

"No, no, the adults are going to speak!" Wormwood hurriedly stopped.