Phelan is a little red fox.
As a vixen who has been practicing for many years but is still short of money, he knows that his top priority is to make money.
But he never expected that he had not mastered the magic of turning stones into gold. He only mastered the magic method of turning beans into seedlings. His colleagues looked at Fei Lan Yishan's ripening rice and snickered.
"You have such a beautiful face, but your mind is not on the right track."
"Who says it's not the case? If the magic of turning gold is so easy to practice, why should we practice this charm skill so hard?"
"You're confused. Even if you can seduce a poor scholar, you can still suck in the essence to collect the yang and replenish the yin. That fool Felan is just waiting to starve to death."
"But you can't starve to death. Isn't there a mountain of food? If you eat it, it will grow, and if you eat it, you will have endless descendants!"
"Hehehe..."
... A bunch of ignorant fox cubs!
When I have mastered the ability to turn stone into gold, I'll see if you don't cry and beg me to be enshrined in the altar.
But Fei Lan didn't know that there was really a group of people in the distant western continent who were thinking about him day and night to enshrine him on the altar.
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During the cold winter, hundreds of acres of fertile farmland in Selvania have long been deserted.
The hungry and cold creatures of all ethnic groups had no choice but to pin their hopes of food and clothing on the kingdom's sacred tree.
"Sacred Tree, please give us some more bread and cheese." "It would be great if we could have some more charcoal fire."
"Weapons! There are weapons! Those orcs in Klims are so deceptive!"
"Come a savior and save us from hell!"
Fei Lan: Well, I'm just practicing spells. Where did this come from? !
But joking aside, don't joke about food. The little fox was forced to resume his old business in a foreign land.
Everyone looked at a piece of wheat planted by Felan and their eyes filled with tears: "The grain has matured before it froze to death. You are really the messenger given to us by Issara! Our land will be farmed by you from now on!"
"Huh?"
It's too difficult to be a human being, it's easier to be a fox.
His Majesty the King rubbed the fox's head and said, "It's very cute. From now on, you will stay in the palace to catch mice.
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I'd better go farm!
Farming and fighting monsters, a sweet story about western fantasy and magic
Intention: Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing
