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Chapter 13 Animals!

A gap suddenly appeared in what was originally a complete wheat field across the river, like a cheese with a hole in an animated film. It started from the bridge and gradually spread outwards, eventually becoming a neat and aesthetically pleasing semi-circular gap.

But this seemingly perfect gap became imperfect because of the addition of one person. Like a water droplet, the originally round gap suddenly had an extra corner, allowing the wheat to be harvested faster and better than others.

All of this was seen by the other villagers in the fields. They all subconsciously raised their heads and were surprised to see that tall figure, even though he was hunched over.

Thorne… Oh, that’s a bit impolite. You should call me Lord.

Why is the lord here personally harvesting wheat? And judging by the speed, he's harvesting it all by himself, faster than all eleven of them combined?

They hadn't forgotten what Alex had told them before: while they sat in the forest twisting ropes and then sought refuge in the shade of the house, the lord was constantly working.

From building the framework of the city wall, to creating the machine that could continuously produce threads, to using magical powers to turn the threads into wool, and then turning the wool into a bed.

If I remember correctly, it seems that the lord has not rested at all throughout the day, right?

Even now, the wheat lord is harvesting much faster than all of them combined, even though he could easily be sitting by the waterwheel, chin in hand, watching this place like Lady Alex on the other side of the river.

To say that these villagers are particularly clever, polite, and virtuous would be an exaggeration, or even overestimating their abilities. However, to say that these villagers are all cunning, treacherous, and ungrateful would be a gross injustice.

For example, right now, they're all spontaneously carrying longswords and approaching the area Thorne was harvesting. Is it to say they're helping? To be honest, it seems a bit presumptuous.

Perhaps it can only be considered a spontaneous following, with a slight idea that if we help you harvest more wheat around you, you can harvest less, although this idea is basically useless.

Whenever Thorne carried two huge bundles of wheat to the bridge, they would see his sweaty, smiling face, just like students meeting their favorite teacher in the corridor, exchanging greetings and feeling happy.

Although none of them had ever even seen a school gate, they all did this.

"My lord, you've worked hard!"

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"You've all worked hard too."

"Thank you, my lord."

"fine."

"My lord, thank you for making the bed for us!"

"That bed is easy to make, it doesn't take much effort."

The villagers listened to everything Thorne said, just like the encouraging smile of the teacher in the corridor, except for that last sentence.

They hadn't forgotten what Lady Alex had said before, and each of them had seen those two beds. The wooden frames of the beds were exquisitely made, and the bedding looked soft and fluffy. They were obviously high-quality items. Even if the lord was a mage, it was impossible for him to simply make such exquisite beds.

Moreover, according to Lady Alex, since everyone has a share in the work, how could it not be strenuous?

However, they clearly didn't know how to respond to such a comment, so they all tacitly chose to keep quiet, but one by one they unconsciously sped up their wheat harvesting.

And so, on the edge of the village across the river, someone moved a wooden block next to the wire brushing machine and sat down to keep the machine and the wire-organizing gears running smoothly. Meanwhile, he kept his eyes glued to Alex on the other side of the river, watching with some surprise the circle on the other side that suddenly expanded at an accelerated speed.

But these were all minor matters; it was just a matter of speeding up the wheat harvest, nothing special. What truly surprised her was the tallest person in the crowd.

From the very beginning of the harvest, Thorne was bent over, working hard to cut the wheat. His progress was comparable to that of the other eleven people combined.

They gathered and tied the wheat, then carried it to the bridge and piled it up. The process was smooth and efficient, and they seemed to get more and more energetic as they worked. What originally seemed like an afternoon, or even until sunset, for eleven people to harvest such a large field of wheat was finished in just about two hours.

After finishing the harvest, he picked up a shovel and began digging a pit on the edge of the village, inside the city wall. He eventually filled it with round stones, thus creating a stone platform on the spot for drying and threshing wheat.

Then he stacked the two round stones together, lifted the huge round stone pillar, and smashed it down on the wheat spread on the stone platform, one blow after another.

Seeing this, Alex's tightly pursed lips were already dry. She subconsciously swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, then slowly opened her lips and murmured, "A beast!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt several strange gazes directed at her. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, she looked towards the source of those gazes and quickly straightened her expression again: "Don't you understand that 'animal' is a compliment? It's praising him!"

After glaring back at the various gazes directed at her, she immediately found the nearest villager and pulled him over.

She handed him a tool to measure the thickness of the spool of thread, instructing him to cut it when it reached a certain thickness, replace it with a new stick, and continue winding. She emphasized that it was better for the thread to be too thick than too thin. Only then did she hum a lighthearted tune as she walked towards the pebbly platform for husking.

Thorne continued to smash the wheat on the ground with that huge, thick, and hard stone pillar, which was two meters high and about the size of a square stone.

The other ordinary villagers could only helplessly tap the wheat with small, light, and awkwardly placed wooden sticks, their role basically equivalent to creating atmosphere.

"Hiss...you...why don't you take a break? You've been working too hard, it's a bit scary." Alex looked at the place where Thorne had walked, where the grains that had been smashed were left on the ground, and then a few villagers came over, picked up a handful and threw it into the air. The wind blew away the husks, and gravity left the grains behind, and then they collected them.

Upon hearing Alex's voice, Thorne lowered the stone pillar, stretched his shoulders, and said, "It's alright, consider it a workout. By the way, could you please connect the power to the waterwheel and the stone mill? We can start grinding flour soon."

"That's definitely no problem. I'm just worried about you... you're still too frightening to do." Alex watched Thorne, who had only stretched his shoulders a little before picking up the stone pillar again and starting to thresh the grain, and couldn't help but swallow hard. Then she called two villagers to collect the wheat grains and follow her to the stone mill.

When she got to the stone mill, she made a point of turning back to look at Thorne, who was still working with increasing enthusiasm...

With a thud, she uttered her second sentence, which left the villagers all looking puzzled.

"You beasts!"