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Attack Magic for combat.
Defense Magic for defense.
Ice-making Magic and Cleaning Magic invented by people for a better life, and so on.
There's even Item-finding Magic developed for lost items.
But there is no such thing as farming Magic.
Not a single one.
This is very shocking!
Apart from the production by farmers, it seems that Magic exists in all aspects to solve people's various problems.
"Perhaps I could try developing Magic for farming?"
Frieren pondered.
"Hmm?"
Yulian looked at Frieren curiously.
"You don't think that if you develop farming Magic, those noble magic users will come to farm, do you?"
"Why is that impossible?"
Frieren was stunned, blinking her eyes blankly.
"Idiot..."
Sein laughed and cursed.
"The status of magic users is noble, how could they lower themselves to farm?"
"Even the worst Mage is a rare talent in various regions."
"They will all be treated as honored guests by the local nobles."
Noble status...
"But I've met many magic users who are very nice."
Frieren murmured.
"Frieren, this is different."
Yulian smiled and explained.
"Regardless, as long as there is the existence of class and struggle..."
"the status of magic users will inevitably be above commoners and parallel to nobles."
"So it's impossible to expect magic users to participate in farmers' labor, or even develop Magic to serve farmers."
Yulian thought for a moment and stated a more cruel fact.
"Even if you go through a lot of trouble to research the so-called farming Magic, no Mage will use it."
Systemic problems can never be changed by individual power.
"Sounds very complicated."
Frieren lowered her head, unable to fully grasp Yulian's line of thought.
"In short, even though farming by farmers is already a matter of course, no one will feel bad for the farmers' hard work in farming..."
"In everyone's eyes, it's just a matter of course."
Sein summarized.
Although he also felt it was messed up, that was the reality.
Cities, nobles, and kingdoms all relied on the production of farmers, yet they never considered farmers important.
Farmers were merely objects to be exploited.
"It doesn't matter..."
"I will develop farming Magic."
If Frieren couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it, just stating her decision calmly.
"Mistress Frieren, we're done."
At this moment, after wiping the sweat from her forehead, Fern waved to Frieren.
"Let's go."
Frieren nodded, and everyone followed the villagers, who were returning with full loads, towards their homes.
...
One week's time.
Only one week could be spent in Grandpa Voll's Village.
This was something Fern had planned long ago.
So even Frieren, who never paid attention to the concept of time, had to start cherishing this short period that she had previously disregarded.
Just as Frieren said.
Regardless, since she thought of it, she had to develop Magic for farming.
However, Magic doesn't just appear out of thin air based on imagination.
Loosening the soil by hand, picking vegetables, fertilizing...
Frieren personally did each and every one of these tasks.
Just to understand the details that need attention in farming better.
For seven days, almost every day, Frieren went out clean and returned to her lodging covered in dirt.
Her dirty little face carried a stubbornness that Yulian couldn't help but admire.
However, Yulian still ate delicious food every day.
He watched Stark run around the Village carrying large stones under Grandpa Voll's supervision.
Farming Magic?
Yulian knew it.
In fact, Yulian might be the first person in this world to develop farming Magic.
The moment he transmigrated into the Demon Race, Yulian had already begun to have thoughts of farming on the barren land of the Demon Race territory.
And he achieved very significant results!
He enabled the Demon Race to feed nearly a million demons with grain from their barren land.
He made the Demon Race no longer feed on humans, resolving a major point of conflict between humans and the Demon Race.
It was night, and Yulian, sitting on a lounge chair at the door of the house, enjoying the evening breeze, quietly watched the two dusty figures walking from a distance.
It was Frieren and Stark.
"Sein, dinner is ready."
Fern was cooking inside the house.
Sein, on the other hand, was resting upstairs, citing a headache.
"Wait..."
Yulian rubbed his eyes.
After confirming that there were more than just Stark and Frieren in the distance, he stood up.
"What's wrong, Yulian?"
Fern looked at Yulian curiously.
Logically, Yulian should wait until Mistress Frieren and the others entered the house before moving to go back inside.
After all, that's how it had been these past few days.
But today, Yulian uncharacteristically went into the house first.
"Grandpa Voll is also here, let's add some dishes."
Yulian explained casually, then took over Fern's cooking task.
He started getting busy.
"Grandpa Voll?"
Fern looked outside and indeed saw a sturdy figure behind Stark and Frieren.
"Fern, I'm going to take a bath first..."
"Grandpa Voll agreed to eat with us today."
Frieren walked to the door, said this, then went upstairs.
There was bathwater already prepared by Fern upstairs.
"Fern, can we eat yet..."
Stark said listlessly.
Tomorrow would be high-intensity training, and it was very monotonous.
He was completely exhausted.
"Mr. Yulian decided to add some dishes at the last minute, you'll have to wait."
Fern replied to Stark, then said to Grandpa Voll.
"Grandpa Voll, please take a seat here first."
Strictly speaking, this was Grandpa Voll's house a long time ago.
But ever since he started guarding the Village entrance day and night, Grandpa Voll had built a small wooden house at the entrance again and hadn't returned here for a long time.
"Thank you, Fern."
Grandpa Voll narrowed his eyes, his memory somewhat hazy.
"Grandpa Voll..."
Fern's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Grandpa Voll actually recognized her!
"He's not senile, is he?"
Stark grumbled.
The next second, he was retorted by Grandpa Voll.
"Red-haired kid, who told you I was senile?"
"Ah, didn't we agree you wouldn't call me red-haired kid anymore?!"
Stark complained in dissatisfaction.
"Did I say that?"
Grandpa Voll was stunned.
He seemed a bit lost in thought.
"No, Grandpa Voll, you don't have to mind him."
Yulian smiled and served the last dish.
At this moment, Sein and Frieren also came downstairs one by one and sat down at the dining table.
"Thank you for your care these past few days, Grandpa Voll. I'll toast you with this cup."
Yulian raised his wine glass and said with a smile towards Grandpa Voll.
His eyes, however, were a little downcast.
Yulian greatly admired Grandpa Voll.
He had guarded the Village for decades, nearly a century, to fulfill his promise to his beloved.
It was just a pity that as he aged, he had gradually forgotten his wife.
He had even become someone everyone saw as senile...
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