Lord: I Farm in a Fantasy World

Countries, the Holy See, knights, lords, Black Deaths, mystery and supernatural, ignorance and barbarism... Poor medical conditions prevent children from surviving to adulthood. The cold wind blows across the border area, and all you can see is a piece of frozen soil covered with ice and snow. Such land cannot grow wheat or feed people. Lance also knew it, so he opened the old books and let the projection of legends and myths descend on his territory. The emerald dragon prompts seeds to germinate and bear fruit, and is fearless of severe cold and heat, bringing about a bumper harvest and a full warehouse of food. The Black Iron Colossus, everything it eats will eventually be converted into iron, and its body surface will emit high temperatures to make and smelt iron. The Siren controls the tides, allows ships to cross the oceans, uses the fish in the sea to its advantage, and carves out trade routes from storms and waves. … Lance pulled out the long sword from his waist, stuck it on the frozen soil, folded his hands and held it down: "Come on, tell me, who is the lord of the border area?"