Farming in the Magical World

As the sun began to set, a cool breeze gradually swept across the mountain.

Levich was with his wife and son, processing their prey by the stream!

The doctor skillfully removed the skin and internal organs, and the child obediently brought over a basin to clean the removed organs a second time!

The child, already growling with hunger, couldn't help but slurp up the hot, steaming innards of his prey!

"You brat, what's the rush? This is raw, you can't eat it. Don't worry, I'll make sure you eat your fill today..." Seeing his son's ravenous appearance, Levich, who was processing the prey, was extremely dissatisfied and couldn't help but feel angry.

His shouting only angered his wife, who put her hands on her hips and yelled, "Levich, you bastard! Why are you taking your frustrations out on my son for not catching any prey? If you're so capable, bring back more game..."

Shrinking his neck, Levich could only lower his head and continue processing his prey in silence.

His family originally lived in the nearby mountains, but a wildfire half a year ago burned down their small village to the ground. When the people in their village saw that the Yashan tribe was gone, they simply stopped building houses and took over the place!

Fortunately, although the Yai Mountain tribe was located halfway up the mountain, it had convenient access to drinking water and shelter, and there were no threats from large tribes in the surrounding area, so they settled down there.

Although the accommodation problem was solved, life on the mountain was still tough.

They are a small tribe with few people. They dare not hunt large prey, and small prey is difficult to hunt, so they basically live on a diet of going hungry. Even their young son can't help but drool when he sees the game being prepared!

Ah, those Andrews down the mountain have it so much easier!

It is said that they can grow crops and don't have to fight wild animals every day.

Hunting in the mountains and fighting for their lives with wild beasts is the tradition and destiny of the Grummans, and no one can change that!

He could only pray that he would return safely each time, otherwise his beautiful wife would probably end up with those young bastards in the tribe!

Perhaps, the only thing that can keep us fed forever is the legendary divine messenger... For some reason, he suddenly remembered the legends he heard from the elders when he was a child.

Legend has it that a divine messenger will descend from the heavens, bringing happiness and a peaceful life!

Once the great messenger of the gods returned, the Grummans ushered in their happiest days, with honey-sweet food and nectar at every meal. Those days... tsk tsk!

Clang...

Suddenly a loud crash came from beside him. Levich turned his head and saw that his son, who should have been busy, had dropped the copper basin in his hand and was holding his head high with his eyes wide open, looking terrified!

Kolevich felt a pang of heartache. This copper basin was something they had painstakingly found in the ruins of the Yai Mountain tribe. What if it broke?

"Damn it..." He opened his mouth to curse, but remembering his wife's behavior just now, he had to shut up.

But his son clearly didn't notice his anger, and instead stammered as he pointed to the air!

"Father... ...bird, big bird... ...such a big bird!"

bird?

I've been a hunter for over thirty years. What kind of bird haven't I seen? What's so strange about it?

Despite thinking this, he couldn't help but turn around!

But the next moment, he, like his son, stared in disbelief at the direction where the sun was about to set, and even though the sunlight was so intense that he was about to cry, he couldn't bear to blink.

Because, in his incredulous gaze, a blurry figure, clutching a giant bird, was slowly emerging from the round, red sun!

"Basnaningbore..."

By this time, some people in the tribe had already noticed the anomaly. People came out from under the eaves of their houses and stared blankly at the amazing scene in the sky!

The oldest man in the village was trembling, his face filled with emotion, and he knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes, crying out, "Basnan Bore... has come! The messenger of the gods has not forgotten us Grumans..."

Inspired by the old man's words, even Levich immediately understood that what came from the sun must be the legendary messenger who came to save the entire Grumman people!

"You brat, kneel down! Kneel before the divine messenger..."

She hurriedly stood up, wiped her hands on her tattered clothes, and was about to kneel down when she saw her son still staring blankly beside her. She slapped her son on the head.

He only remembered his wife after he finished beating her, but when he glanced at her, he found that his plump and strong wife was already kneeling on the ground, muttering something to herself!

Amidst the astonished, excited, or incredulous gazes of the people, the figure in the sky grew clearer and larger, eventually transforming into a single human figure that leaped down from the center of the tribe and stood firmly there!

Looking at the kneeling figures around him, Nechka was very satisfied and spoke slowly and authoritatively in Grumman.

"I am Nechka, the servant of the divine messenger. I have come by divine decree to lead you to your conversion and bring you a happy life..."

"Who is your leader? Stand up and answer!"

The crowd looked at each other, thinking that he really was a divine messenger, but the messenger's Grumman language was too fluent.

They then wondered, since he was a messenger of the gods, was it strange that he could speak Grumman?

This made them even more certain that what came from the sky must be a divine messenger!

"My lord, I am an elder of this tribe. Our tribe is very small and has no leader. If you have any instructions, please give them to me!" The old man raised his head and looked at Nechika.

"You...you're not Nechika from the Blackrock Tribe?"

Levich, who had just raised his head, glanced at the divine messenger, but the more he looked at him, the more familiar he seemed, and suddenly he exclaimed.

Glancing disdainfully at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, Nechika said calmly, "I am now Nechika, the servant of the divine messenger. The Black Stone Tribe has been punished for disrespecting the divine messenger..."

"I am now a servant of the divine messenger, and no longer a Gruman, but a Hogsmeade!"

Upon hearing Levich's words, the old man became anxious, turned back and glared at Levich resentfully, then turned to Nechka, a smile returning to his face. "Servant of God, please don't take him seriously, he's not very bright... ...What do we need to do?"

Nodding, he gave the old man an approving look before pointing down the mountain to the Yai Mountain tribe. "I have brought the blessing of the divine messenger, which is right down the mountain!"

"Those who bring food are also servants of the divine messenger. You must respect and cooperate with them. When we leave, those who wish to follow the divine messenger may come down the mountain with us and live in the land the divine messenger has given us..."

"Of course, you can also stay here and work for the divine messenger, which will also be considered serving the divine messenger..."