Five thousand acres of potatoes were harvested. On average, 250 kilograms of potatoes were harvested per acre. After counting, they had harvested a total of 1,250 tons of potatoes.
The potatoes were enough to last them for a whole year. Other than that, the Northguard Castle also stored a large amount of dried meat and salted fish. Even the Spotted Antelope was growing well. The Northguard Castle was basically self-sufficient now.
The harvest festival was over, and the weather in the Northguard Castle was getting colder. It was winter now. In order to prepare for the winter, the construction of the territory had slowed down. More slaves and refugees were sent to cut down trees to make charcoal and other supplies for the winter.
Suhlen was watching Hathaway test a few bottles of potions in her lab. To be honest, he had forgotten about these potions since he found them in the ruins last time. (Actually, it was the author who forgot about them.) He found them when he was processing the Cryopterus meat. He wanted to show them to Hathaway so she could identify what kind of potion it was and whether it could still be used.
Hathaway snapped her fingers and controlled the burette with the Wizard's Hand. She dripped a few drops of liquid into a measuring cylinder filled with a blue solution. She then shook the liquid evenly. Soon, the liquid in the cylinder underwent some strange changes.
Hathaway put down the measuring cylinder and pointed at a bottle of potion, "I'm in luck. This bottle of potion is well-preserved. The potion's effect is still intact."
"What about the other potions?" Suhlen asked.
"The rest of the potions are either expired or have lost their effect. They can't be used anymore. Of course, you can try if you want to poison someone to death," Hathaway said as she resealed the potion and handed it to Suhlen.
Suhlen took the bottle of potion. The red liquid in the crystal bottle bumped against the surface of the bottle and flashed from time to time. It looked a little strange. "What's this potion for?"
"It's a Bloodline Potion. If the right person uses it, he or she will have the corresponding bloodline and become a Bloodline Warlock." Hathaway poured the rest of the potions into a special container. She then added another type of potion. After a few potions were mixed, it turned into a murky solution.
"Bloodline Potion? Are you saying that this potion can turn an ordinary person into a Warlock? "Suhlen asked in surprise.
"Hua!" Hathaway continued to say: "Don't be happy too early. Although the Bloodline Potion can allow an ordinary person to become a Bloodline Warlock, there are prerequisites."
"What conditions?"
"If the Bloodline Potion is given to an ordinary person, then the best time to use it is between the ages of 10 to 12, and the latest can't be over 16, because it takes more than a year for the Bloodline Potion to be fully integrated, and to become a Warlock, one must awaken the Bloodline before the age of 18."
"What if the user is not an ordinary person?" Suhlen waved the potion in his hand.
"If the user is a wizard or a wizard apprentice, the age limit can be extended to 30 years old. If the user is a knight, it can be extended to 20 years old."
Hathaway combed her hair and continued, "But I don't recommend using this Bloodline Potion."
"What's wrong with this Bloodline Potion?"
"There are many types of Bloodline Potions, and each one has a different potential. The best ones are of course the Bloodline Potions of high-grade creatures such as dragons. This Bloodline Potion uses the blood of a mid-grade demon claw, so its potential is limited. Also, Demon Warlocks are not popular in the main material world."
In fact, Demon Warlocks were not as simple as being unpopular. Because of the integration of the demon bloodline, these people would be constantly influenced by the will of the abyss. The stronger they were, the deeper this influence would be. In the end, they would fall into the abyss and become a real demon.
Of course, there were also people in this world who wanted to become demons. After all, there were many people, and there were all kinds of weirdos. After all, after becoming a demon, one's lifespan and strength would be greatly increased. According to the evolution of demons, as long as they didn't die, they could continue to evolve. Even becoming a Demon Lord was not impossible. Of course, the premise was that they didn't die.
To be honest, demons advanced very quickly, especially the low-grade ones. These demons killed each other, and as long as they survived, they could quickly advance.
There was no specific conclusion as to how long a demon's lifespan was, but one thing was certain. So far, not a single demon had lived to the end of their lives.
Suhlen didn't plan to use this potion, but that didn't mean it was useless. For example, he could create a small villain boss for himself to gain experience. A mid-grade demon would give tens of thousands of experience. If he was lucky, he could directly level up.
Suhlen casually threw the potion into his storage space and left the laboratory. Hathaway was busy during this time. There were a lot of materials that she needed to deal with. It was not easy to make suitable magic equipment with the materials of six Frost Dragons.
"Monseigneur, Mister Zeon has returned with the caravan. There are two centaur messengers and a team of centaur warriors." Just as Suhlen was about to go to the training ground, a member of the security team hurried over to report.
"Take the team of centaur warriors to a residential area outside the town. Prepare some food for them and let them rest there. Be careful not to let anyone disturb them."
"Centaur messengers, take them to the guest hall. Let Kris take care of them on my behalf. I'll be there soon." Suhlen immediately ordered someone to make the arrangements.
After greeting Hathaway, Suhlen rushed to the castle. After changing into a set of luxurious clothes, he went to see the centaur messengers. To be honest, although Suhlen had been in this world for a long time, this was the first time he had seen centaurs.
The two centaur messengers were a male and a female. They had human facial features and green hair. The female centaur had a beautiful braid with some gemstones hanging from it. Her facial features were also very delicate.
The male centaur had a strong body and was at least 2.4 meters tall. The contours of his muscles were obvious. It was obvious that he was a powerful warrior. The two centaurs had elf-like pointed ears and golden eyes.
It was said that this centaur tribe had a part of the bloodline of the Dryads. This could be seen from their ears. The two centaurs in front of him wore white linen robes. The hem of the robes was very wide. Half of the robes fell down their bodies while the other half was draped over their backs. The two centaurs were both maroon. Even from a human's point of view, they were very handsome and beautiful.
Suhlen felt a surge of elemental energy from the female centaur. It was different from the elemental energy of wizards. This energy had a dignified and dignified aura. Suhlen guessed that the female centaur was most likely a priestess.
The centaur tribe was very widespread. They also believed in different gods. Some believed in the God of Storms, while others believed in the Goddess of Nature and Mother Earth. It was said that the earliest centaurs had a part of the bloodline of the gods. Just like the human world, centaurs also had nobles and commoners.
Normal centaurs had average intelligence and bad tempers. They were not easy to get along with. However, the noble centaurs were very intelligent. They had a wealth of knowledge and also had a priestess. The two messengers in front of him were clearly centaur nobles.
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