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

Actually, it’s not Xiling’s fault for reacting so strongly.

Regarding the druid education that half-elves receive, Alvin's theory seems to be something that only God can do.

The more you understand and integrate into nature like a druid, the more you realize the fragility of the ecological balance.

So the life of druids is truly survival in the wilderness.

All the unwanted things of the small animals were collected and stewed together;

Meat also comes from organisms that are judged to be in excess in number. Simply put, you have no choice at all and eat whatever you can pick up.

Rangers hunt neither excessively nor wastefully, but druids rely purely on nature's self-development.

Although this method is environmentally friendly and in line with the principle of natural balance, it will consume most of the manpower of the base.

If you want to get a handful of pine nuts from a little squirrel, you have to build a good relationship with it first, and explain things to it, so that it understands that if it eats too much, it will get fat, and if it gets fat, it won’t be able to find its mother…

Isn’t this an inefficient way to get food?

A druid is lucky enough to be able to support himself.

Although there is a magic berry technique that can be used to fill your stomach in an emergency, you can't eat it every day!

People spend all day calculating how many calories they eat, but you spend all day calculating how many spell slots and mental power you consume? It's not nutritious...

Therefore, there will be "birth-inducing" druids like Senna in the station - they will accelerate the growth of plants until they overflow to satisfy their own appetites.

However, relying solely on "induced births" cannot feed a large population. To put it bluntly, productivity is too low - no, there is no production at all.

This is the druids' twisted interpretation of the doctrine: never take a single thread from nature, turned into never taking a single thread from nature.

So for Ivan, the good-for-nothing from Blue Star, this matter cannot be viewed simply in this way.

Since the root cause of food shortage is low productivity, we should improve the production efficiency of druids.

Wouldn't it be possible to solve the problem by letting a small number of people be responsible for agricultural production and more people be responsible for other affairs, and by carrying out social division of labor?

However, if this were to be brought up, even though most people in the base now had a better impression of Alvin, he would still definitely be criticized.

What? You want to reclaim a piece of wasteland?

No, you are destroying the haze forest!

It is clearly written in the analysis of our doctrine: you cannot farm!

Therefore, if you want the druids to farm obediently, you have to start with the analysis of the doctrine.

Since the doctrine itself does not restrict druids from engaging in large-scale production, but it is a restriction added by later comers themselves, then Alvin can transform himself and become a pioneer in practicing the doctrine.

It is not the doctrine that I doubt, but the analysis that was done by that half-baked expert.

So the method I proposed is not heresy, but a more advanced way of practicing the doctrine.

……

After tricking a tall, long-legged half-elf and a thin and elegant moon elf, Alvin gained the high approval of Xiling and Philohil.

So, the human pervert once again set his sights on Senna, who was good at planting.

The little girl was sitting and killing time with Lian. When she saw the man they were gossiping about coming, she dodged for a while.

But when he saw Philohill following behind him, he immediately felt a lot more at ease.

"What? Crops with high yield per acre?"

Senna, the farmer's youngest daughter, immediately began to think.

"The areas surrounding Huiyao City are full of wheat and corn, and the yield per mu is about 5000 pounds..."

"No? Stop! Wait a minute! How much?"

Alvin is not good at math, but that doesn't stop him from knowing how much 5000 pounds is.

By Blue Star's standards, the production capacity of similar crops here is a bit ridiculously high.

"Don't interrupt me, I'm finally figuring it out!"

Senna continued to snap her fingers, shaking her head and muttering to herself.

"The chewing potatoes newly planted by the orcs in the wasteland should be able to produce 1000 pounds per mu, but chewing potatoes can be harvested 10 times a year..."

"..."

"And the Senna version of raspberries I cultivated, if you plant an acre of land... I calculated... it should be more than 2000 pounds."

Ivan was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly.

Sweet potatoes, a high-yield crop on Blue Star, can produce at most 3000 kilograms per season, which is equivalent to 6600 pounds when converted into this unit of measurement.

Compared to this place where any acre of wheat can give you 5000 pounds of production capacity, the people of Blue Star are really living in dire straits.

"I noticed that you were going hungry. It was all your own fault."

The humans in the main material plane have a similar appetite to the people on Blue Star. The big guys eat a lot, while the girls go on a diet.

On average, each person consumes about 800 pounds of food per year.

The elves' appetites are much smaller when it comes to their main food, meat, so they can barely be considered half a person;

But they can devour at least two pounds of fruit a day, which adds up to almost 800 pounds of food.

Then there is Bol... let's just say there are two of us...

All in all, to feed the 50 people stationed there, pounds of food must be produced each year, which requires five or six acres of land.

Considering that they have a base of more than 10,000 square meters, they can still make do with ten acres of arable land.

So, Xiling and Philohill began to try their best to persuade the members of the cult to prepare to launch a full-scale land leveling campaign.

What? Why not let Ivan do the talking?

Because at this time he had already set out with Lian to borrow food from the wilderness tribe.

Even if you cultivate the land quickly, you can't grow food in ten days. So you still have to borrow the food.

……

Before leaving, Alvin sat next to the unconscious priest for a long time.

He could probably guess that the Headmaster must be dealing with the final threat while defending the city.

But Alvin didn't understand why a resident leader had to be on the front line and do this.

Although he now understands that in this world full of magic and divine arts, a person's bravery can determine the success or failure of a battle...

But Bol is not only a high-end fighter, he is also an administrative manager and the highest person in charge of the cult.

It doesn't seem like a wise choice for a character like this to take risks and now be seriously injured and unconscious.

When this middle-aged bald guy wakes up, I must talk to him about the theory of nuclear deterrence.

I would rather let this bald guy slack off in the base every day than drop a nuclear bomb on him when we meet. How much does he look down on the combat power of our people...

……

In the woods on the north side of the gray haze forest, the tall and thin man was resting next to a beech tree.

At his feet, there was a pile of powder with a water-blue glow.

The tall and thin man poked the pile of powder with the short stick in his hand, and only put down the short stick with confidence after making sure that the pile of powder would not move anymore.

"You're so clingy. I just wanted to borrow a sword from your bad-tempered goddess. Why did you chase me for so long?

Look, what can you do if you catch up with me? Won’t you still become scum?

No, these guys are too fast to defend against.

I have to let my little friend join me there..."

When he finished his noisy mumbling, a ball of light condensed from the top of his staff.

The tall and thin man whispered a few words to the ball of light, then waved his hand towards the sky, and the ball of light flew out with a whoosh.

After doing all this, the tall and thin man looked up at the northern sky. His full-body robe-like cloak covered every part of his body.

“After Corellon went mad, you couldn’t help yourself, Auril…”