"Oh, so this is Deer Harbor!"
Frederick and Maria passed through Deer Harbor on their way to Le Havre. Frederick had come to take a look and see if there were any problems he needed to deal with.
That day, the two of them stood on the embankment. On one side, the sea roiled; on the other, people were hard at work on the land.
After an embankment was built around this marsh, two flood seasons had filled it in with silt carried by the floods. But the reeds growing there had spread faster than anyone expected, and the handful of marsh deer they had caught couldn't eat them all.
The marsh deer were too clever. Killing them was easy, but capturing them alive was difficult, and the deer they caught couldn't eat the reeds as fast as they grew.
The marsh slimes living in the marsh, which fed on aquatic and decaying plants as well as small insects, were much easier to catch. Digging a pit and using the smell from fermenting plants as fertilizer would lure them over, and one grab with a pair of tongs was enough.
The farmers had set fire to the reeds not long ago, burning the parts above ground. Now, shoots were already growing from the roots underground.
Next, it was the tractor's turn. It plowed deep to aerate the soil while also damaging the reed roots and turning them up out of the mud.
But the soil here was damp, and even severed roots would sprout again in less than half a month if left untreated.
The people who came next left Frederick a little speechless.
Students from the Necromancer College at Weissenburg University had come out to work. A large-scale, low-intensity Life Decay spell was enough to kill the reed roots