Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 34 Barbarians

"Hmm, they should be serfs of a nearby noble, not barbarians."

Noticing the particularly evident emotional change and excitement in Noah, Selena was a bit taken aback and offered an explanation.

"They’re not barbarians, they’re savages!"

Noah corrected her, as these two concepts were completely different.

Barbarians possessed strong physiques and combat instincts, making them suited for close combat professions, whereas savages were uncivilized, primitive human-like animals.

"Can we go down and take a look?"

The unusual reaction of the Golden Dragon, along with the request at this moment, surprised Selena, so she immediately fulfilled Noah’s request.

The floating ship began to descend slowly towards the plains with a rumbling vibration, causing the atmosphere to hum and the winds to sweep fiercely, prompting people on the ground to look up.

The farmers, who were originally sowing seeds, fell to the ground in fear and unease as they noticed the gigantic object in the sky descending. Some brave ones chose to run away.

"What do you want to see?"

Selena disembarked from the ship with Noah, ignoring the kneeling farmers and instead curiously observing the Golden Dragon flying over the farmland.

Then she saw the Golden Dragon open its mouth and spew a cone of flames, burning a large area of shrubs and vegetation to ashes, revealing the moist, dark soil beneath,

"Fertilized Soil!"

Noah extended a claw and stirred the soil, feeling the softness transmitted to his claw, and fell silent.

"What’s wrong with this soil?"

Selena, watching Noah’s actions, was even more puzzled. She didn’t notice anything special; this soil wasn’t even fit for growing the most basic magic potion.

"This is very suitable soil for agriculture, there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s excellent."

Noah replied, but his dragon eyes grew deeper, as if something was brewing within.

In the fading and disappearing fragments of his memory, a small figure emerged, crouching in the furrows, swinging a small hoe to break the hard, compacted yellow soil comparable to stones.

"Then..."

"Can we let them continue farming? I want to see how exactly they plant."

Noah looked at the farmers prostrating on the ground; many had already fainted from fright, as everything they were experiencing exceeded their limits of understanding and tolerance.

"Sure."

Selena’s curiosity grew even stronger, but she still didn’t refuse.

However, in the eyes of the accompanying knights, this behavior was clearly indulgence and pampering, but no one said anything and went to execute the orders.

After all, they just wanted to watch the farmers farm. Although it was a bit strange, compared to nobles who treated ordinary farmers as prey to hunt, this behavior was already very normal.

The farmers who could still move got up trembling under the orders of the accompanying attendants, continuing to sow seeds, with no one daring to resist.

Because in their eyes, the incomparably noble Knight Master had just arrived with people, then lowered his proud head in front of this group of people, showing boundless humility and flattery, almost wagging an imaginary tail tirelessly behind him.

"Are you the lord here?"

Noah looked at the group of people blocked outside the perimeter, the leader being a middle-aged man wearing a tight shirt and trousers with a small mustache, covered with an old silk robe that betrayed his embarrassment, indicating he had come in a hurry.

"Yes, I am the lord of the Knight Domain of Vizari, Kaido Aisent."

Noticing the gaze of the Golden Dragon, Kaido replied nervously, with fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

The flag fluttering on the mast of the floating ship, which was hovering at low altitude, had long indicated the identity and origin of this group.

None of them were people he could afford to offend. He just couldn’t understand why these important figures unexpectedly descended upon his Knight Domain without any reason.

It made no sense at all.

"So these lands are yours as well?"

"Yes."

Kaido hurriedly replied.

"What’s the yield per acre of these lands?"

"Ah!?"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded; he had envisioned various possibilities, but never expected such a question.

"You don’t even know how much grain your land produces each year?"

Noah stared at the man, the deep golden hue of his eyes seemed to flicker with flames.

"I haven’t paid attention."

"Useless!"

Noah unhesitatingly cursed.

The man’s face turned a livid red. Though he was just a small knight, he was still a noble. What noble concerns themselves with this? These are matters for mudlegs to worry about; he even left tax collection to his steward to manage.

"I..."

"What? You have a problem with being called useless?"

The knight attendant blocking his way noticed the Knight Lord’s changing expression, his eyes narrowing slightly as he grasped the hilt of his sword. At the slightest provocation, he would unfalteringly swing his blade.

"No, I don’t dare."

Even though he was just a knight attendant, the murderous aura honed from battling monsters made the Knight Lord’s legs go weak,

"My steward knows."

Kaido quickly pulled forward the pale-faced old steward behind him.

"Do you know the grain yields then?"

"I know a little."

The old man, though quite frightened, still stammered a response.

"Then tell us, how much output does your land produce here?"

"Honorable sir, during each harvest season, the weight of the grain harvested from the land can reach about twice that of the seeds sown."

"What? Twice the seeds?"

Noah found it hard to believe; it was the first time he had heard such an absurd description, where crop yield was compared to seeds.

"Yes, that’s already very good yield. In the neighboring Eagle Fall Domain, harvesting a hundred liters of wheat requires sixty liters of seed."

The steward, although sensing something was amiss, still didn’t understand, even feeling a bit smug, as in his eyes, such a yield was already outstanding among the surrounding domains.

The Golden Dragon felt at a loss for words; he looked at the farmers sowing seeds—they literally just scattered seeds on the simply turned soil without any method.

If the small figure in his memory dared to do that, he would definitely have been hung up and beaten.

"After sowing the seeds, do they do nothing else?"

"Is there anything else to do?"

The old steward was momentarily stunned when he heard this, cautiously asking in return.

"This can’t even be called farming; it’s ruining the land!"

Noah let out a long sigh, indescribable emotions continually accumulating, with almost forgotten memories surfacing in his mind.

He truly couldn’t stand it anymore; it was as if the people living on this land were primitive savages, by some standards, they were barbarians needing enlightenment!