Chapter 44

The autumn sky was clear, and the air was crisp.

In the Duchy of Thunder in the southern main plain, the air pressure wasn't high, and the air wasn't too dry, even for autumn. Therefore, it wasn't refreshing.

However, facing the neat golden farmland filled with heavy ears of grain, one could estimate that it would be an impressive harvest without even having to do any reaping...

In this case, there were two kinds of people who were still in a low mood.

One was weird people, and the other was mad people who believed in the God of Starvation.

Crick was neither a weird person nor a believer of the God of Starvation, so he looked at the vast golden fields with a good mood and laughed happily.

"I can't imagine it!" Standing beside him was the magical adviser of the Keane Hill, master Damwade. This calm and cold-hearted magician was shocked at that moment, and a strange ray of light flashed in his eyes that made him become much brighter.