Chapter 306: Welcoming Party

Throughout the spring, Gweir also cultivated new rice seeds in new experimental fields.

Modern breeding technology has the possibility of failure, so many varieties have numbers behind them, and some numbers refer to the generation of the breed.

If you are unlucky, it is normal to fail more than a dozen times.

Therefore, it is best to cultivate at multiple experimental sites at the same time, rely on quantitative changes to induce qualitative changes, and cultivate a hundred copies of rice seeds at one time, which will always lead to success.

After all, failure is the mother of success.

But there is no possibility of failure for Gweir.

Even if it fails, it just does not achieve the expected results.

For example, she cannot directly cultivate an original rice seed into a super rice seed, which will definitely fail.

There must be some effect caused by it, and it is a change in the direction of super rice seeds. It is just in a state of gradual mutation and requires accumulation and precipitation from generation to generation.

The No. 2 rice seed is cultivated with the help of superior seeds mutated from the No. 1 rice seed.

The seeds of No. 2 rice seed are then used to cultivate No. 3 rice seed.

The varieties that have been replaced for four or five generations are even better than the varieties that Roman selected and bred for dozens of generations using traditional methods.

But the disadvantage is that the rice seeds cannot be saved every year.

Every year's rice seeds must come from the experimental fields blessed by Gweir.

Otherwise, traits will segregate in the second generation. Without Gweir's blessing, all the excellent traits will degrade at the speed of light, and the yield will drop significantly.

Therefore, Gweir mainly competes with rice this spring. She will go to the meadow pasture once a month to serve as a livestock breeder.

There is no shortage of breeding pigs and breeding sheep for the time being. A breeding pig can be used for two years, which is enough, and there is no need to iterate violently.

Improvement of large species is far more complex than rice.

Roman wants Gweir to bless the stallion again.

Mainly war horses, but also blessings on draft horses and donkeys.

Roman captured a group of wild horses in the past two years, and a group of wild donkeys last year. The hybrid between the two is a mule. The advantages of a mule are even greater than that of a horse or a donkey.

She has so many uses anyway.

After Roman finished inspecting the general situation of Origin City, it was almost dark.

The Witch of Destiny had known for a long time that he was back, so she stood guard on the slope to the manor and was overjoyed to see him.

"Miss me?"

"Yeah! I miss you so much!" She ran over, jumped up, and hugged Roman like a koala.

But she is no longer a child, now she is a slim girl.

The impact made Roman take two steps back, but another impact came from behind, making his body sway.

"Yeah! Roman!"

The strong legs tightly wrapped around his body, and a pair of wheat-colored arms clasped his and Gweir's necks at the same time, a little tight. The two girls, one in front and one behind, sandwiched him in the middle, all in a sandwich posture. .

"Hey, Sanna, aren't you in the military camp?" Roman turned to her and asked.

There were only three witches who could have close contact with him, and now they were all gathered together, with Shasta watching quietly from the side.

"I knew you were here, so I took a day off with my sisters!" The fisherman came over with a smile on her face, took a big sip, and showed an expression of great enjoyment. When she used the spell, her senses were extremely sensitive. The smell enters the nasal cavity, and it feels like the bones are numb...

She suddenly sniffed and tilted her head to look at Shasta in confusion.

Roman and his personal witch...it's normal for their body odors to be mixed, but isn't it too mixed?

Sanna didn't take it to heart, and then said aggrievedly: "You guys won't take me with you to the war."

"You are still in the growth stage, and the sword has no eyes on the battlefield... Belebel, well, let's wait and see when you can defeat Kaa."

Roman hasn't seen her for a long time.

Those fighting witches trained her and taught her combat skills.

"Okay! I'll challenge him tomorrow and beat him up! I'll beat him until his nose is bruised and his face is swollen, his butt is smashed, and he'll be embarrassed to see others!" Sanna said through gritted teeth.

"Sanna, let me help you. I'll make him fall down tomorrow! Then you can attack him secretly!" Gweir also waved her arms and shouted.

"Nonsense!" Roman was speechless. He had never seen the specific situation, but he had heard witches talk about it.

It can only be said that the result of Sanna's battle was not ideal.

Being beaten by Kaa was not bad.

After all, he invested a lot of resources in Kaa. The latter's strength was in the rapid improvement stage. He was at the level of a third-level knight and defeated all low-level witches head-on.

More importantly, he is ruthless!

Gweir made Kaa fall down at a critical moment. It can be done, but isn't it a waste of energy?

Roman was also considering whether to mention Sanna's attributes.

After all, she is no longer young now, and her body is in a stage of rapid growth.

He walked back to the property with the two koalas.

"Roman, Roman, how many days are you going to stay here?"

"I'll leave in two days. There are too many things going on there, and it's just begun now."

"Hey!" The two witches shouted dissatisfied at the same time.

"Okay, you're not young anymore, why are you still so clingy?"

"It's sticky! It's sticky!" "That's right! That's right!"

Roman's head is so big.

It's easy to talk to any one of them alone, but when two people are together, they are simply lawless. They dare to say anything and do any action without any taboos.

But there was no way, who asked him to pamper them both.

One is a witch who is crucial to Origin City, and the other is his first five-star apostle.

He was almost reaching the hall when the two witches reluctantly came down and held his arms respectively.

"Your Highness, you are back. Here are our greetings." Some witches said with a smile at the table.

They are more reliable when doing business, but they are usually very casual. Roman can't stand it. Sanna's leave is understandable, but you are asking for a shit leave.

He snorted lightly, ignored them, waved to the maids, and asked them to bring a few barrels of beer.

"Oh, it's rare to see you drink." The witches were surprised.

In my impression, this old man never drinks.

"Just treat it as a welcome for me." Roman said.

"Beer is unlimited today, so drink as much as you want." He didn't know who he was talking to, but the witches took their seats consciously.

Beer is a good thing, especially craft beer, which is delicious!

It's a pity that it is never provided in large quantities on the table of the manor, so they only drank it at the celebration last year.

Because Roman thought it was not good to drink too much of this stuff, and it was a waste of food. One pound of wheat could fill you up, but if it was brewed into beer, a person with a good alcohol tolerance could drink several pounds of wheat at a time like playing. I don't know why an exception was made today.

In a blink of an eye, the witches who were drunk to their heart's content were dancing and dancing.

Roman watched coldly and did not stop them.

"Your Highness..." Roman turned his head and saw the wolf-headed witch approaching.

"Why don't you drink a little?"

"I don't like to drink." This was a lie, Edith reminded her, but it didn't matter.

The wolf-headed witch said: "The prophet said if you need more witches?"

This was to establish a deeper connection, Roman asked: "How many people can she provide me?"

The wolf-headed witch pondered for a moment: "One hundred people, what do you think?"

Roman agreed.

However, one hundred auxiliary witches are just a drop in the bucket compared to his current scale, and he can afford it.