An Opportunity to Get Rich

"Good morning, my lord. Just a moment ago, the administrator Hume came by in a great hurry, clamoring to see you. Seeing that you hadn't appeared yet, I had Miss Jeanne meet with him instead. I'm not sure what the matter was, but they left together. However, they only just departed; if you go after them now, you should be able to catch up."

Old Will answered with a voice full of vigor; in him, Aurelian could always sense the aura of an old aristocrat.

"Is it morning already? Just how long have I been meditating?"

Rubbing his forehead, his heart filled with confusion, he turned to Old Will and said, "Very well, go back to your work. I'll go after them."

With that, he ran toward the stables.

"Sigh, the young people these days. They don't have the vitality we used to have; they don't even go out for a week."

Old Will shook his head, picked up a broom, and began working alongside the servants.

He arrived quickly at the stables, walking past George, who was standing there with high spirits and expectant eyes.

"Sorry, George, I have to test these Barbarian warhorses today."

As he spoke, he patted the head of a tall, black warhorse standing nearby.

"Hmph!"

George turned his head away, looking quite annoyed.

Aurelian laughed heartily, pulled the reins, and mounted the horse, gradually moving away under George's resentful gaze.

The horse's black, robust, and tall frame contained endless strength, and its blood-red, devil-like eyes, along with two protrusions on its head that looked as if horns were about to burst forth, made it look terrifying.

In particular, it made not a single sound while running on the ground—a trait that could achieve miraculous results on the battlefield!

This was a true warhorse!

If one could build a cavalry regiment based on this breed of warhorse, how terrifying that would be.

A thousand-mile raid, and the enemy might lose their lives while still in their dreams.

It was a pity there were only a few dozen of them; it was far from enough to form a full regiment.

"The Barbarian tribes must be quite numerous, right?"

As he pondered, he actually set his sights on the Barbarians; he was definitely the first person in the Star Empire to do so.

In the past, the Barbarians were a terrifying race that had once made the Star Empire afraid to look toward the north.

Passing through Frost Town at the foot of the mountain, there were finally many people along the road.

Most of them were skin and bones, wearing linen short-sleeves as thin as paper; he truly didn't know how they survived. Only a small portion looked healthy and wore warm wool coats.

He didn't go out of his way to examine them, but those wearing the linen short-sleeves were already prostrate on the ground, shivering, while only those with a healthy complexion stood and nodded in greeting to the passing Aurelian.

These were the commoners with the right to freedom; most had jobs in town and engaged in their own production, having been forced to move here under Aurelian's orders.

As for those prostrate on the ground, they were slaves without the right to freedom.

He sped through the small path, heading rapidly toward the farmland.

Aurelian knew that Jeanne and the fatty Hume were right there.

"Did something happen to the fields to make that fatty so anxious?"

Aurelian couldn't help but increase his speed.

As expected, it wasn't long before Aurelian saw Jeanne and the fatty Hume standing by the fields, engaged in conversation.

"Has something happened?"

Aurelian jumped off the black warhorse and asked the two of them.

Fatty Hume hurriedly turned his head, wearing a fawning smile.

"My goddess, my dear Lord Aurelian has finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for a week; I've missed you so much!"

It was the same jumpy tone, just as exaggerated as ever.

Fatty Hume rushed to his side; judging by his expression, he looked as if he wanted to plant a few kisses on him.

Has a week already passed? he thought to himself.

"Wuya!"

A soft, cute sound rang out from nearby, and Aurelian looked over.

It was Roundball, currently using its large tongue to lick its own round face.

Looking up, he saw Jeanne watching him with an expressionless face, though a hint of worry could always be seen in her sky-blue eyes. However, seeing that Aurelian was safe, she slowly suppressed it until it was no longer visible.

Hume slapped his own fat face and said with a smile, "My lord, you must go take a look at the fields!"

"Oh?"

Aurelian was stunned. He walked to the edge of the farmland, and his entire person froze.

"Am I dreaming?"

Aurelian whispered.

Because right before his eyes, the most incredible scene was unfolding.

Every inch of soil, every inch of the fields, was dotted with specks of crystalline blue light, as pleasing to the eye as sapphires.

"These are wheat sprouts? How is that possible? How could wheat sprouts grow to look like this?"

His mouth hung slightly agape, filled with disbelief, as if he had been startled by the scene before his eyes.

Indeed, those sapphire-like, breathtaking stalks were actually young wheat sprouts, radiating a lustrous icy-blue glow as if they were fairy herbs from a storybook wonderland.

"Roundball, is this your doing?" Aurelian immediately turned his head to look at the creature in Jeanne's arms.

"Wu-ya! Wu-ya!"

Roundball licked its tiny face, chirping a few times as if asking for credit.

Aurelian was instantly overcome with excitement; he took Roundball from Jeanne's arms and hoisted it high into the air.

"Thank you! I truly thank you so much!"

Since transmigrating to this world, he had never felt this excited or happy.

"Wu-ya! Wu-ya!"

Roundball responded happily; connected to Aurelian by heart, it was the creature closest to his inner soul.

"My Lord, Miss Jeanne says these are magic herbs," the fat man Hume interjected at the perfect moment, knowing the Lord would be even more delighted to hear it.

"Magic herbs?"

That was it; crops that radiated magical power could only be classified as magic herbs.

Every magic herb contained a trace of magical power that could be absorbed by the human body. It required no refinement through magic nodes; one could simply consume it directly to absorb the energy and aid in the cultivation of magical power.

Many noble heirs who lacked natural talent could use large quantities of such magic herbs to help them advance their magical rank.

However, magic herbs were scarce and precious resources, usually priced so exorbitantly that one could not afford them without a significant family fortune.

"To think they are magic herbs—doesn't that mean I'm going to be rich?!"

His eyes glimmered with the light of a miser, flickering with greed.

Those few large bags of wheat seeds had been planted across at least two or three acres. Based on his memories from his previous world, there had to be at least two or three thousand pounds of Magic Wheat.

Magic Wheat was the name Aurelian had given to this magic herb.

However, his brows furrowed as he considered a problem: a person couldn't even eat a pound of wheat a day, but the Winter Territory, including serfs and commoners, had over three hundred people.

Calculated this way, the produced Magic Wheat would not be nearly enough to last through the winter.