Ranch Story: Start Over

Although the dwarf Dimiter was afraid, he was not afraid at all at the critical moment. He shouted and rushed into the secret mine. He was full of energy and enthusiasm. As the little guys went into the secret mine one by one, only Qian Lao and Feng Ling, who was in a focused state, were left outside.

Old Qian kept observing Feng Ling. It was so strange. This kid's concentration was even more terrifying than his own. He was completely like a robot.

The so-called robot is in an unconscious state of concentration on production. At this time, you only need to provide raw materials, and the other party will use magic power to work automatically. This is one of the abilities of a specific group of people. Such people can usually add the power of alchemy when refining rune stones.

Old Qian thought about it and simply took out 10kg from his own reserves and placed it next to Feng Ling. A first-level rune apprentice could reach this level. Feng Ling's talent was indeed higher than his.

However, no matter how high the talent is, it will be useless if one does not develop and utilize it. This is why Mr. Qian did not give Feng Ling a very high evaluation. In the eyes of people of his age, there are too many geniuses, but only a few can persevere to the end. It is better not to praise Feng Ling too much. Giving Feng Ling the book of rune refining experience is the best recognition.

Half an hour later.

The dwarves walked out of the secret mines one by one, and then poured their respective secret powdered ores into the alchemical furnace.

As the belt conveyor turned, the alchemy furnace made a loud noise that was really annoying.

"Sure enough, there's something strange about this kid Feng Ling."

Old Qian watched as the dwarves carefully collected the extremely rare secret realm powder and placed it in an experimental beaker. In the alchemical furnace, the higher the metal ore content, the lower the refining noise.

Zhuokak and his companions are not Feng Ling, they are just ordinary goblins, so they did not have any special features after digging. Therefore, Old Qian judged that Feng Ling might have a natural sense of smell for minerals. This kind of talent has been hard to come by in more than a hundred years, but he did not expect to see it a few days ago.

Feng Ling stretched lazily. He was too focused just now. Although he only refined two rune stones and scrapped four, the progress of refining a first-level rune stone in five minutes was already very good. It was unlike last night when he took more than half an hour to refine one.

"Brother Feng, we are out. This is the secret realm powder we just mined. Do you think it can be used?"

Feng Ling was a little surprised, but reacted quickly.

"It's fine, Zhuokaq, but the quantity is a bit small."

"Brother Feng, this secret realm powder is too difficult to dig. We can't see it at all. If we didn't remember what Teacher Ling said, the secret realm powder exists in any environment, so we can only dig it randomly, purely by chance."

The other dwarves also agreed. There was no other way. Although goblins have the gift of night vision and can live underground, the existence of the secret realm powder is like panning for diamonds in the desert. It is extremely difficult.

"System, is there any suitable equipment for me to arm these dwarves?"

"Master! Don't you know how to refine rune stones? Please find the appropriate formula to refine it according to the rune notes provided by Mr. Qian."

"Are you kidding me? Their mining speed is already devastating them. Please help them. At least let them feel a sense of accomplishment. Otherwise, who would be willing to come here to mine in the future?"

The system was silent for a while, seemingly not considering that the dwarves were an indispensable part of the ranch, and finally spoke again:

"Master, we can share the attributes of the happy little miner, but after sharing, each dwarf can only dig up 10kg of secret powder every day, and needs to work for 10 hours."

"It's really dark. I think of them as miners. Never mind. It's better than the current amount."

Feng Ling accepted the system's help helplessly. Mr. Qian really didn't give him face.

"Grandpa Qian, how much did Brother Feng dig?"

"A lot, hundreds of times more than you. Look, the seven of you have been busy for almost an hour, but the total amount collected is less than 100g."

"But it's really hard to dig it out. I just guessed it."

“I just remember that Teacher Ling said that the secret realm powder is invisible, so I was digging the soil.”

"I could see a little bit, but it fell away as soon as I grabbed it."

"Your brother Feng calculates by kilograms, why don't you go and ask him how he does it?"

Zhuokak quickly ran to Feng Ling's side and asked expectantly:

"Brother Feng, is there any other way for us to increase the probability of excavation?"

"Yes, all seven of you come over here."

All the dwarves gathered around Feng Ling, and Feng Ling said in a pretentious manner:

“When I first traveled across the continent, I was blessed by a god who granted me the ability to detect minerals. However, this ability can only be bestowed on my closest people and companions.

Although I don't know what others think of you goblins, if you sign a follower contract with me and become my followers, you can share this ability.

Most importantly, the seven little ones will also discover the secrets of the pet chat room.

In this magical world, it is not that there are no precedents of creatures becoming followers, but once they become followers, they are almost the same as slaves. However, it also varies from person to person. If they follow a good master, their status will naturally rise. If the master they follow is not good and they grow up, the other party will become a burden to them. This is the first idea that all creatures accept after they can remember.

Zhuokak is Feng Ling's die-hard supporter. No matter what Feng Ling does, he always keeps up with Feng Ling and never falls behind. And this time, Zhuokak believes in Feng Ling, just as he believes that Feng Ling can cure their racial curse.

"Brother Feng, I am willing to be your follower."

"If I become Brother Feng's follower, does that mean I am one of our own?"

"It's all the same. In the end, the life and death of the followers also depends on the master."

"I have no objection. We have all seen what kind of person Feng is. He has never treated us as slaves."

"Brother Feng, what should we do?"

……

Mr. Qian said:

"It's quite interesting, Feng boy. These goblins are actually willing to be your followers. From my experience over the past few hundred years, the relationship between humans and goblins has always been slavery or combat contracts, and the possibility of becoming followers is very small. And there are seven of them at once."

"Any idea?"

"Goblins have poor natural growth abilities and a short lifespan. Many cannot survive the curse of adulthood. If they survive, they will become very powerful, but at this point most will be captured and forced to sign slave contracts.

If you sign it now, it means that you will have fewer contracts to sign with other creatures in the future, so you should be careful."

"Poor talent?"

Feng Ling doesn't think so. In his employee information, Zhuokak and others' talents are arranged in order of five types of talents: yellow, green, red, black and white. This means that each of the seven little guys has an extraordinary talent, but they are still too weak to activate it.

"There are only seven of them. Without them, the scale of my ranch would still be small. With them, I will also train them carefully."

Looking at the seven little guys, Feng Ling said firmly.