Chapter 15. Is This Evem Human?!
Char asked Chakong a few more questions. The barbarian was in a hurry to go on his way, so he told Char everything he knew and was very cooperative.
"Good, I'm very satisfied with your cooperation."
A cold light flashed, and a head flew into the sky with a satisfied expression before it died.
Char used the " adhesive " that the ancient gave him to connect Chakong's head to his body, and then carried his body back to the team.
Seeing him come back, Carly quickly dropped her work and came over.
"Did you find out what happened?"
"You have sharp eyes."
Char laughed and relayed the information he had gotten from Chakong. After hearing that, Carly pondered for a full minute before looking up at him.
"What do they want to do? You, those long ears, did you do something?"
"Regarding the previous question, I can only tell you that the United Holy Kingdom is recruiting soldiers. As for why I want you guys to fight, you can try to think of it as the worst possible scenario. I won't do that."
"What about you guys?" She asked again.
"Us? We're farming!" Char said matter-of-factly, " there's nothing more promising than farming in this world. I've helped them build a modern factory in Ferlin Town, and now I only have two tasks. One is to make Gundam, and the other is to make hybrid wheat. All the soil north of Ferlin Town and south of your hunting area will be used as experimental fields. The goal is to use one-twentieth of the land in Elfheim to feed all the elves in Elfheim.
Carly was confused. After all, she didn't have the concept of " farming " in her mind.
Even if there was, in her opinion, it was equivalent to the group of " weak humans " who fell into chaos when they heard the howls of Lupus and the sound of Ique hooves. How could this be related to the powerful long ears?
She could not help but look at Char.
"The powerful long ears would do such a thing?"
"Why not? What are we going to eat if we don't do this?"
"You guys are so strong. Can't you just go and pillage? " Carly's eyes widened. "You guys have magic, enchanted weapons, 100% accuracy archers, and tons of arrows. Is there any food that you guys can't get? "
"That's human behavior! The elves wouldn't do that," Char said, his heart aching.
"It's because you've become so weak that you can't even defeat the humans in Mephisto, right?" Carly snorted.
"No, the only reason we don't do this is because it's too inefficient. Let me give you an example." Char smiled. "How much food can you take from the humans at one time?"
"About twenty bags of flour." Carly replied.
Char thought for a moment and asked," It's near the Scarlet Ice River Valley in the southeast of Arendelle, right? The human village."
"That's right. How did you know?"
"Ha, I know more than that. I also know that not long after you took the food, the people there moved away and joined the Kingdom of Lugo, living in a human village." He laughed. "You stole food once. Although you got 20 bags of flour, you chased the people away, leaving only a barren field. Do you know how much food those people pay to the city of Astan as tax every year after they joined the Kingdom of Lugo? "
Carly shook her head.
"An average of 45 bags, and that's every year."
"So many? The humans are so ruthless that they'd pillage from their own people?" Carly couldn't help but be shocked.
"Ha, what do you mean by 'pillage'? This is trade. Do you know how much food they can produce in a year with more than ten people?" Char said in disdain. "At least 200 bags! As temporary villagers, this tax rate is double that of other villagers, but even so, they happily persevered for three years until they became real Lugoans."
After a few seconds of silence, Carly asked in confusion, "Why? They're still handing over food. They're even willing to give up more that we took from them."
"Because that's pillaging, while this is a deal. Exchanging food for protection, for a stable life, and for the right to continue their bloodline. Of course, if you were uncultured, you would also call it 'pillaging' in a tone that saw through the essence, and put various names on it, such as condemnation, rebuke, and so on. It's an efficient and gentle means of trade, maintained by social relations and built on the foundation of the progress of productivity. You may not understand what 'productivity' is, but you can understand it as the combat power of the civilians. This power is the cornerstone that maintains the 'existence' of the race, not brute force that can kill a few people or scare many people."
Carly listened carefully. She seemed to understand, but also not at all.
She roughly understood what Char meant. He had divided his power into two types. One was what she could understand, pure combat power. The other was the "productivity" that she could not understand.
What he and the long-ears were doing was developing "productivity". In contrast, what the church was doing was brute force.
Although she didn't quite understand it, when she thought of the bloodshed and sacrifice that she had foreseen, and the broken limbs and blood that she had seen in her dream, she felt a sense of disgust for no reason. She could not help but feel closer to the word 'productivity'.
"Then... can you help us develop our 'productivity'?"
"We'll talk about this later..."
Char's legs suddenly gave way and he almost fell, but Carrie quickly caught him.
"What's going on?"
"I'm exhausted, but it's not a big deal." Char waved his hand indifferently.
The priest of the Gray Wing Tribe was a level 55 elite creature. In terms of strength, he was only two levels lower than Gorzomazane, who had dropped the "Eye of the Abyss". Although he had the cunning and fragile nature of a humanoid creature and was killed with a single arrow, his contracted beast was truly powerful.
He had just used the shadow servant's [Bestowment Extrication] to instantly kill the Eagle, and now the aftereffects were showing up again.
However, as the Queen's Death Warrior profession, the shadow servant had advanced after he had done something unspeakable with the Queen. As a reward for the advancement, he now only needed to rest for a dozen hours to recover, and his combat effectiveness had not been reduced much.
As for why he suddenly couldn't stand still, did this kind of thing need a reason?
Seeing Char suddenly become so weak, Carrie heaved a sigh of relief.
Witnessing the death of the Eagle, she was shocked twice. Once was because of the Heir of Sinlos, and the other was the because of Char's strength.
Seeing him like this, she immediately guessed that he had to pay a price for such a powerful move, and her heart settled down.
"I'll help you rest."
As she said that, she helped Char up, but she did not seem to know how to do such things. She hugged Char tightly in a funny way, and the soft flesh on her chest was squeezed out of shape.
The two of them were very close, and there was an inexplicable smell coming from the Beast Dancer.
The stinky tofu's stinky flavor combined with the taste buds and the nose, creating a rather stimulating sensation. It was probably because of the sweat that had neutralized the body's fragrance. Furthermore, his body was covered in dust, making it unsightly to look at.
"You might need this."
Char suddenly took out a choker made of leather.
This was the suffix that Rylai had come up with by mistake, "Untainted II."
As the name suggested, it probably generated a weak air barrier on the surface of the body to drive away dust and maintain the instrument at all times. This kind of poor function was surprisingly popular.
"What is this? A Lupus anklet?"
"No!"
Char explained briefly, and Carly immediately accepted it with bright eyes.
[Carly 's impression of you has increased.]
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