Chapter 749: Harvest
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
“Please follow me!” Abel bowed and stepped into the large teleportation circle as well. Afterward, they vanished from the spot and reappeared in the hall of Orwell Palace.
The black armor elven warriors of death in the hall did not show any emotion when they saw Grand Duke Edwina and Duke Albert. They only bowed to Abel.
Grand Duke Edwina and Duke Albert exchanged a nervous glance. They were shocked. Those warriors of death were picked and cultivated ever since birth, so their loyalty shouldn’t have any problem.
Although they were transferred to Abel, normally their loyalty would not decrease. However, these 2 warriors of death’s gesture had reflected that they were fully detached from the Grand Ducal Palace’s control and truly became Abel’s warrior of death.
Still, Grand Duke Edwina and Duke Albert did not worry too much. Since they had granted these warriors to Abel, so they were not planning to take them back. They were just shocked at Abel’s commanded loyalty.
Abel led Grand Duke Edwina and Duke Albert out of the hall and walked across the fields. The gate swung open, and the suspension bridge lowered.
The 4 warriors of death in black armor guarding the place bowed at Abel with a fiery pa.s.sion in their eyes.
However, their attention was quickly drawn by the scenery in front of them. They were stunned.
What they saw was a patch of unripe fruit trees. This wouldn’t be as shocking if it was summer, but it was winter. Although the temperature in Orwell palace was quite warm, it was still impossible for trees to form fruit this time of the year.
“Abel, you succeeded? The harvesting potion worked on fruit trees?” Duke Albert asked in excitement.
“Duke Albert, everything is going smoothly. But we will need to see if those fruits are harvestable to call it a success!” Abel did not say firmly. He remained humble.
“This is a miracle; you’ve created a miracle!” Grand Duke Edwina said in admiration as she walked towards a fruit tree and placed her hand on unripe fruit.
Ever since she knew about the possible famine, she had been worrying about the future of food in Angstrom City for the elves.
The food from the human and dwarfs could be preserved. As long as it was stored properly, a few years shouldn’t be a problem.
However, elves preferred fruits. If they weren’t stored in a place equipped with a special magic circle that could preserve their freshness, they would rot in 10 days. Even if they were stored in a place with that special magic circle, it could only last up to 2 years.
This made it very difficult for the elves to preserve large amounts of fruit. Therefore if their fruit trees had decreased production, the elves would be in the greatest danger, and they would be the first to take this. .h.i.t.
The reason why she had willingly sacrificed so much by granting Abel her own personal palace was so Abel could turn it into a fruit harvesting ground for Angstrom City.
She bet on Abel and his crops.
Abel’s success was also her success.
Although those fruits were still not ripe, she knew none of those trees had even formed a flower when she had given Orwell Valley to Abel, let alone fruit.
Also, there were 3 types of fruit trees in Orwell Valley, and they all had different harvesting schedules. But at that moment, all the sweet fruit trees, monthly pear trees, and jujube trees were filled with fruit. The entire Orwell Valley was filled with fruit.
“Looking at the amount of fruit we have currently, this first batch of harvest might be enough to support Angstrom City for 3-4 months!” Duke Albert said with joy. It looked like there were even more fruits than in previous years.
“Abel, how much longer will it take for the fruits to ripen?” Grand Duke Edwina asked in excitement.
“If everything goes according to plan, they will be ready in about 10 days!” Abel thought for a moment and replied.
“Good, good! I’ll leave it all to you, but Angstrom City will buy up all these fruits!” Grand Duke Edwina said with a smile.
“Of course!” Abel had accepted this domain to help the elves. Angstrom City was the home of Loraine, as well as his alchemy ingredients supplier.
The elves were not looking for war. Their stability was a good thing for the entire Holy Continent.
Grand Duke Edwina and Duke Albert had come here in secret, so they didn’t stay too long. They quickly did a tour around the fruit trees and left.
Days kept pa.s.sing by. The fruits hanging on the Orwell Valley’s fruit trees had grown at a clearly noticeable rate each day. By the 28th day, since they started using the third G.o.ddess spring water, all the fruits had ripened.
“Master, all the fruits had ripened. Today, I will organize the elves to retrieve them!” Steward Brewer stepped up to Abel early in the morning and said with a bow.
“Let’s go have a look!” Abel said with a laugh. He had also been very busy recently. He had basically spent all his time in the Dark World making potions other than meditating or resting. He had made large amounts of potions, so he was just planning to relax for a bit.
The fruity smell of Orwell Valley had intensified compared to 8 days ago. Those fruits were so big, even the branches of the trees were dragged down.
The 200 elven gardeners and the 50 elven servants were all busy retrieving the fruits with baskets in hand. The mobility of elves was on full display. There was no need for equipment. The elves could swiftly jump on the fruit trees and directly pluck the fruits.
A smile was glowing on the face of every elf. The amount of harvestable fruit this season was far greater than any other. This made all the elven gardeners in Orwell Valley extremely happy.
“Master, we got a lot of fruit this time. It will be enough to support all the elves in Orwell palace for years!” Steward Brewer exclaimed.
“Brewer, even if Orwell Palace is my domain, I have to sell all of these fruits to the Grand Ducal Palace. After you retrieved all the fruits, call the Grand Ducal palace’s steward Derek and organize a pick up with him!” Abel said with a smile.
The power of the third G.o.ddess water was beyond his imagination. At first, he thought it would just be a little experiment, but it had ended up as a treasure that changed the Holy Continent.
Luckily the third G.o.ddess statue was still on the battle fort. No one could get close to it or even know about it other than Abel himself.
If puppets, crossbows, and stone-throwers were war machines, the third G.o.ddess statue was a holy object for livelihood.
Abel was no longer worried about the possible decrease in food production. The fruit he had produced in Orwell Valley could not only support Angstrom City in normal operation but other elven cities as well.
He also formed a harvesting ground in his 3 castle domains in Harvest City. This could minimize the upcoming famine’s damage.
“Brewer, from now on, I’ll leave Orwell Valley to you. As you see, the fruit tree here can ripen in a month. Your task will be managing the operation here and giving the retrieved fruit to Steward Derek!” Abel turned and said to Steward Brewer.
Abel’s business with the elves had settled. Abel loved Orwell palace, so he might visit once a month, but he couldn’t dwell here forever.
He had been away from the Duchy of Carmel for a month. He had to go back.
“Yes, master!” Steward Brewer bowed.
All the fruits were placed in baskets and teleported to the dimensional storage s.p.a.ce through the short distance teleportation circle. Afterward, the 2 puppets began to organize the fruits. This entire process had gone even smoothly under Steward Brewer’s immaculate management.
Steward Brewer didn’t know how great the task he was doing was. When the crisis finally struck, he might then realize what Orwell Valley signified.