I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

What? What's this ...

Is human speech so difficult to understand?

“We are very clear about your position and vision. Now let’s talk about why you are in such a predicament of food shortage.

First of all, your food is mainly meat, but such a diet will consume a large number of animal creatures.

This in turn creates reproductive pressure on biological populations, further reducing their numbers and falling into a vicious cycle.

Therefore, preventing food shortages is a long-term, complex and multi-dimensional issue.

But in general, we suggest that you start learning how to farm first..."

With a snap, Paul's big feet kicked from behind.

"Talk to me normally, kid!

Also, who said orcs can't farm?"

Ivan covered his buttocks again and looked at Headmaster Paul with a dazed look on his face.

Stereotypes kill people...

……

What Pol Okrut, the supreme leader of the Northern District Cult, said was absolutely correct.

Orcs are not a race that relies solely on hunting to survive.

Before the integration movement, large tribes relied part of their food on the chewing potato, a drought- and cold-resistant upright shrub grown in the Northwest wilderness.

This plant from another world has fine fibers and a sour and astringent taste. It is one of the few easy-to-grow plants in the barren northwestern wilderness.

Therefore, large tribes usually free up manpower that is not good at fighting to grow chewing potatoes to supplement their food needs.

However, small tribes basically have no fixed place to live and do not have enough extra manpower to engage in planting. In addition, chewing potatoes are not very productive, so they can only rely on hunting and robbery for food.

After the integration movement was launched, the wilderness tribes reclaimed a large amount of farmland around water sources to expand the production of yams.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. After experiencing a prosperous first few years, the wasteland orcs discovered that the increase in food production could not keep up with the speed at which they could create little people.

In the northwest wilderness where water resources are not so abundant, even if all the land around the water sources is planted with yams, it is still not enough to feed the exploding tribal population.

This made it impossible for them to start doing their old business - looting.

"Human boy, it's not that orcs don't know how to farm. Orcs are much more diligent than some other races.

It's just that the soil in the northwest wilderness is not... very bad.

We tried to plant other plants in the wasteland, but none of them survived.”

Broken Tooth Wasteland grinned. If it weren't for his two big teeth sticking out there, Alvin would definitely be able to tell that this man was giving a bitter smile.

But the land is barren, which is not a big deal. The planting technology on Blue Planet can be used to grow crops on stone skin.

For a young man who spent his previous life browsing certain websites and videos and had a lot of useless knowledge in his head, an idea is gradually taking shape.

However, there is one more step that needs to be confirmed.

"Priest Bol, if we increase the yield of plants in a certain area, will it violate the teachings of the Druids?"

Still half-naked, Priest Paul leaned against the tree trunk and replied lazily:

"If you have a way to control the plant so it doesn't spread, it won't violate the teachings."

"Ahaha, that's no problem.

Then, we can ask your... ah! It hurts...

Druids can provide technology to help orcs increase their planting capacity and feed the entire tribe.

But we need to do a field survey first..."

Upon hearing this, Broken Tooth walked up to Ivan, scaring the Blue Star useless young man so much that he quickly moved back, covering his butt.

"Human boy!

If you can really solve the orcs' food problem,

You will gain the friendship of the largest orc tribe in the north!

Whether you want us to attack humans or kill elves, we will help you unconditionally!"

In his excitement, Broken Tooth Wasteland's roar was deafening.

Ivan covered his ears with his hands. He felt like he was starting to have tinnitus.

So he responded by shouting loudly.

"Why do I want you to fight humans? It's not for nothing!

Exchange! Exchange, do you understand?

Are there any valuable fur gems..."

Before he could finish, Archbishop Bol pushed away the shouting Ivan and yelled at the orc diplomat.

“I want people!

I will select qualified young people from your orc tribe!

Join the North Side Cult!"

……

On the dark path in the gray haze forest, Alvin was limping, holding Lian's "little crutch" and holding his butt.

He was limping more severely than when he came out in the morning.

Xiling deliberately kept half a body length away from this human and followed behind him vigilantly.

This clever half-elf slightly changed his impression of Evan yesterday.

But after today's battle, the score I had finally given him in my heart was instantly deducted.

It turns out that he is essentially a pervert!

This pervert was still whispering about the Imam, saying things like "old people are more experienced" and "I just wanted their money, but the Imam wanted their people"...

Miss 180 decided to write down the evidence of the crimes in her little notebook after she returned.

After returning to the base, without even a rest, the half-naked Paul grabbed Ivan by the back of the collar and carried him into his tree hole.

A group of female druids outside the door started gossiping again, gathering around Xiling and whispering.

……

"Tell me, what method do you plan to use to increase the productivity of wasteland plants?"

Uncle Pol took off the cloak around his waist, ignored Ivan's frightened look, and started asking Ivan questions.

As the top leader of an organization - no, it should be the general manager of a branch, Boll's room is unbelievably simple.

There are no magical creations as imagined, no walls full of weapons or loot.

This large tree-hole hut only had a wooden stake "growing" on the wall, on which lay Lady Mielikki's holy emblem and several thick books;

An old-looking candlestick with three candles burning;

Apart from that, there was only a bed of astonishing size, with a few fur mattresses pieced together.

The shameless naked man, Paul, was lying on the ground, pulling out clothes from under the bed.

This scene is really... it will make your eyes blind...

Closing his eyes, Alvin tried hard to clear the indescribable thing that was swinging around in his mind and tried to start organizing his words.

"The arable land area in the Northwest Desert is limited. It is difficult to transform the desert into arable land. It will take decades or even longer. The orcs cannot go without food for decades.

But the Northwest Wasteland does not have towering trees like the Haze Forest, so theoretically, the sunshine should be abundant;

So I plan to teach the orcs the method of soilless planting, or three-dimensional planting.

This can not only increase the amount of crops planted per unit area several times, but also prevent the crops from spreading autonomously;

Just need plenty of sun and water.

But there is one key point I need your help with.”

Dean Paul was now dressed and sat down on the bed, making it creak.

"Say!"

"The key to soilless planting is the nutrient solution needed by the plants. I need the druid's knowledge of plants and planting to help me synthesize this nutrient solution."

Priest Paul stood up expressionlessly, opened the wooden door of the tree hole, and shouted to the outside.

"Senna! Senna! Come here!"

There was a sound of hurried trotting, and then Ivan saw a female druid holding a basket of raspberries appear at the door.