"Brother~~We've got something."

Before the person entered the door, he could hear Inia's shouting from afar.

It seems that it has caught a lot of prey.

Because if there is no harvest, the girl will enter the door quietly like a rabbit without saying a word.

On the contrary, if you hit a lot.

A mile away, you can hear her scream.

Well, this girl’s thoughts are really easy to guess.

"Bang!"

Inia pushed the door open and because she used too much force, the wooden door hit the wall hard: "Brother, look, it's the fanged rabbit, three!"

"I've beaten it alone!"

Looking at the girl's expression of "come and praise me" on her face, Bai Luo smiled and touched her head: "Where is the old uncle?"

"What, that's it?"

Inia was unhappy. She had been in the mountains for so long, and Bai Luo knew to ask her uncle without asking about her heroic hunting process.

"Stop making trouble, something is wrong, it's really something."

Bai Luo patted the girl's head, and Inia said with satisfaction: "Dad, I'm looking for you."

The old uncle carried a large bundle of firewood and walked lightly into the yard surrounded by wooden fences, and then put down the things.

"What's up?"

"I..."

Bai Luo didn't know what to say, so he called the two of them into the door and brought the door with him himself.

Even Inia couldn't help but become serious when she looked cautious.

"You guys have a look at this."

Bai Luo opened the small sack left, put a bowl of golden millet from it, and handed it to the two of them.

"What's this?"

Inia grabbed a piece curiously, then put it in front of her and thought: "It looks like a golden wheat, but the smell is wrong, and it is much bigger than it."

"Dad, do you know what this is?"

"I haven't seen it before."

Uncle has always been knowledgeable, but even he has never seen this crop from another world: "Xiao Luo, where did you find this thing?"

The old man frowned, quite curious, with a hint of fun in his eyes, as if he was the joy of gaining new knowledge.

"this..."

Bai Luo didn't want to deceive the two of them, but to be honest, he would make trouble for many things, such as being a time traveler and black book.

Fortunately, Bai Luo had said something similar before, so he won’t be able to come back.

"I found this thing."

Bai Luo took out the Chumeng Holy Bag, and seeing such an luxurious pocket, Lao Uncle and Inia both widened their eyes.

"Is this..."

The old uncle stared at the bag in Bai Luo's hand, and he said tremblingly: "Miracle, is it?"

"It's a miracle. It's called the Chumeng Holy Bag. It was picked up by me when I went out before."

"Pick it up, pick it up?"

The old uncle's breath stagnated. Although he had expected it, he was so happy that he almost couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw Bai Luo get a miracle.

But he held back.

In the minds of children, I am a mature old man.

A mature old man will not lose his composure because of this.

That's right, I, Saros, are a stable one.

"What is this miracle, what is its power?"

In the eyes of the old uncle, Bai Luo is undoubtedly the best, so he is also very looking forward to the miracle that Bai Luo has obtained.

Uncle didn't know the essence of the Bailuo miracle, it was the black book.

In his opinion, the probability of the same person picking up two miracles is like a person winning twice in a row, which is simply impossible.

Therefore, this pocket is probably the only miracle that Bai Luo could get in his life.

Uncle has to pay attention to this and hopes that this is an excellent miracle.

"The ability of this pocket is to pour out the seeds of crops you have eaten and fruits that are no more than the size of your thumb."

“Eated?”

Uncle: "Xiao Luo has eaten this before?"

“I haven’t eaten it.”

Fortunately, Bai Luo told his uncle a long time ago that something similar: "But that dream is the one I said before."

"What have you eaten in your dream?"

The old uncle looked at Chu Meng Shengbag in surprise: "Is this OK? A miracle is really unfathomable."

Bai Luo has had many wonderful ideas since he was a child. Uncle has been out for many years and occasionally met similar people, so he only regards this kind of "dream knowledge" as Bai Luo's talent.

"How much can it be poured out?"

“100 kg per day.”

“100 kilograms of grain?”

The old uncle was surprised: "Every day?!"

Such yields can feed the current Yadon people even if they are not planted.

Not to mention its true value, it will be the cornerstone of agriculture in the future.

only...

“Is it combat-ready?”

The key to my uncle's expectation is whether this pocket has combat effectiveness.

"It probably doesn't."

Bai Luo actually knew what the uncle was asking. In such a world, every man was guilty of being guilty of being a treasure.

The first-crying holy bag can support a country in the country, but what the Aden people need more at this time is still a miracle that can be fought.

What does it mean to fight?

It is a miracle that can be used for combat and can support the country's military power.

"Yeah..."

The old uncle nodded, he smoked a cigarette. Although he was happy, the Chumeng Holy Bag was a little short: "Would you have the idea of ​​giving this miracle to the Iron Eagle King?"

A miracle without combat effectiveness, let alone rising, it is difficult to protect yourself.

But it's not without benefits.

As the supreme leader of the Iron Eagle Kingdom, the Iron Eagle King’s concept of governing the country is very simple - miracle.

The Iron Eagle Kingdom also has a noble system, but it has regulations, that is, only those with miraculous power can become nobles.

"With this miracle, can you become a nobleman in the Iron Eagle Kingdom?"

"Miracles cannot be transferred or seized."

The old uncle asked Bai Luo to put the miracle into Inia's hand. Bai Luo did it, but what was interesting was that his pocket actually penetrated directly from Inia's palm.

Fortunately, Bai Luo was quick-eyed and quick-handed, so he immediately grabbed him: "Is this a miracle that will not lose his sex?"

"good."

Uncle Lao said: "Except for some special miracles, most miracles can only be controlled by the Lord of Miracles themselves, and cannot be taken away without the consent of the master."

Once the Iron Eagle King knew that Bai Luo had such a farm-based artifact, he would not have the idea of ​​robbing him, nor would he kill Bai Luo.

Because miracles cannot be taken away.

If you kill Bai Luo, your pocket will be wiped out by itself, which is even more meaningless.

"Your miracle does not pose a threat to the rule of the Iron Eagle King, but it can also make the country's agriculture develop and life better."

For such talents, the Iron Eagle King will only win over them and will not think about eliminating them.

This is also the basis of the Iron Eagle King's rule over the past 200 years.

Gather the miracle lords with miracle, grant them land and autonomy, and make them the miracle lords, thereby ensuring the prosperity and stability of the country.

"The Count of Thorns in Thorn Fort is such a person."

"He got a miracle, and then accepted the recruitment of the Iron Eagle King, became an earl, and controlled the power of life and death in our land."

Bai Luo understood it. Uncle was telling him that his pocket had no combat power. The best way for him to hold this pocket was to offer it to the Iron Eagle King in exchange for glory and wealth.

But after knowing the relationship between the Iron Eagle King and the Yadon clan, Bai Luo said: "Is there a second option?"

“…”
To be continued...