"Yes!" Several record officers responded almost imdiately.
The inspection team then proceeded slowly along the field ridge southeast of the valley.
The air was moist and warm, carrying a sour, slightly fishy-sweet scent, like the sll of soil mixed with so strange dicinal liquid after the snow.
Turning past a hilly slope, a special plot of farmland appeared before their eyes.
The soil here was a darker color than other fields, and gray-white mist lingered between the turned furrows.
Several craftsn wearing leather masks and protective gloves were operating long-handled wooden ladles, evenly spreading the milky-white bone fertilizer slurry into the grooves.
Occasionally, a few drops splashed, reflecting a faint blue-white gloss in the sunlight.
"Lord." Green stopped, holding the ledger, and stepped forward, "This is the bone fertilizer enhancent field that you approved for trial, and it’s now been expanded to cover one-third of the territory’s farmland."
Louis approached, crouched down, and reached out to sift through a small handful of soil covered with bone fertilizer slurry.
He could feel a slight warmth, as if the soil itself was breathing.
"These bone fertilizers are made from Frost Giant bones. We mix the bone marrow with grass ash and Kral Powder to create a milky-white slurry... The nutrient concentration is three tis that of ordinary fertilizers, significantly enhancing root strength and seed fullness."
As Green spoke, several craftsn in the distance were carefully carrying large barrels filled with the slurry, cautious to avoid wasting even a drop.
An Agricultural Alchemist stood nearby, with a hint of emotion in his voice: "Initially... it was just an accidental experint in the Alchemy Workshop. Originally, we only wanted to test whether Frost Giant marrow could be extracted for dicinal use."
He paused, looking complexly at the mountain-like pile of bones nearby, "Who would have thought these giants once rampaging in the snowfield would beco the best nutrients for reviving the land."
Louis turned his head, and distant warehouse buildings ca into view.
It was a temporary workshop for processing giant corpses, with bone structures piled high as hills, rib bones and arm bones already cut and stripped of remaining ice crystal tissues, waiting to be transported to the alchemy boiling pool for further refinent.
The sunlight cast a faint blue glow over those bones, evoking a chilling and awe-inducing feeling.
Louis quietly stared, a touch of ironic reflection rising in his heart, "Thanks to Titus..."
Titus forcibly drove all Frost Giants south, intending to crush the Northern Territory in one sweep.
Unexpectedly, this disaster left Frost Giant corpses everywhere, turning into Mai Lang’s most precious treasure.
And through his position as Red Tide Lord, he managed to collect nearly all the giant corpses under his control, enough to last ten years.
Bone marrow could be turned into fertilizer to revive wastelands, and crushed bone mixed with feed could be used to strengthen magical beast feed...
It was practically turning waste into treasure.
"Continue expanding the use of bone fertilizer," Louis exhaled slowly, giving orders in a calm voice, "but rember to mark the boundaries between slurry irrigation areas and ordinary areas—do not confuse them."
Green promptly nodded and recorded the command.
anwhile, Mike eagerly joined several Agricultural Alchemists for low-voiced discussions, evidently considering how to further enhance production.
After inspecting the territory for a while, Louis and Green continued down the main path towards the experintal fields.
Unlike the bustling, mature fields seen earlier, this area appeared quiet and cautious, as it was for experinting with so divine artifacts, which often did not succeed.
Several young alchemy apprentices were crouched on the ground, holding wooden rulers and clay pots, gesturing as they carefully scattered a layer of fine white powder.
A faint li sll filled the air, with a hint of spiciness.
Green stopped, flipped open his ledger, and softly explained to Louis: "This is the experintal field for the magical li soil improvent thod. You ntioned previously that high cold wetland acidity was too high, detrintal to grain root growth, so craftsn made white li powder to balance the soil’s acidity and alkalinity."
Louis nodded, focusing on a wheat seedling that appeared normal yet had blackened leaf edges.
Green shook his head slightly, sighing, "It’s just... if the li amount isn’t controlled well, the seedlings can be ’burned’ directly, needing further refinent."
A nearby young alchemy apprentice evidently heard, stamring, "Lord, sorry to disappoint you."
Louis chuckled softly, not reproachful, but instead gently patted the apprentice’s shoulder: "Failure is part of the journey; you’re doing well."
The young craftsman, hearing this, imdiately reddened around the eyes, as if empowered with spirit: "We... will try a hundred more tis! Until the seedlings aren’t... burnt anymore!"
Louis internally comnted: Are you Edison?
But outwardly, he still wore a smile, encouraging: "Keep up the good work."
Further west lay a broad hilly slope, with the wind whistling.
Several craftsn were adjusting a tall wooden windmill, its gears creaking.
"This is the third-generation circulating windmill pump." Green looked up at the windmill’s blades, "The principle combines hydraulic and wind power, using monsoon to drive pumping for irrigation, made based on the design draft you previously created."
"Oh?" Louis was slightly startled, then rembered.
Two years ago, before Red Tide had established Mai Lang Territory, he had sketched many items on parchnt based on mories from a past life, and the windmill was naturally among them.
In vague mories of a past life, he could even faintly recall the scene of rotating wind wings and water being high-fed backward by the currents.
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