Farming in the Magical World

"Albert, are you sure we've shaken off that damned Andrew nobleman?"

Petrov spat fiercely, glancing sideways at Albert riding beside him, his face full of displeasure.

Although he hadn't encountered a single pursuer from the Andrew nobles since turning back halfway three days ago, he was still very unhappy.

When has the renowned Blackrock tribe leader, the exceptionally brave Petrov, ever been so pathetic, being chased around like a rat?

Although Albert had promised before the trip that they would have a great haul, and he had indeed kept his word—everyone was now covered in stuff, with all sorts of spoils and ironware clanging and rattling as they walked—he was not in a good mood.

Since you've stolen so much stuff, wouldn't it be better to go home earlier? Why do you have to go find that woman, and she has to be in her thirties, a very beautiful woman, and even then, he has to approve her first?

Damn it, shouldn't beautiful women be enjoyed by the head of the tribe first? When did Albert have to enjoy them first? Besides, he doesn't even like women. Every time, he just asks some questions and then stabs them in the chest and kills them. It's such a waste.

So, who is the tribal leader, him or Albert?

"Don't worry, there are definitely no those annoying noble troops in this direction. We only need to walk for two more days to return to the tribe!" Albert pointed to the direction the group was heading and answered respectfully, but a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

Not only did Petrov dislike him, but he disliked Petrov even more.

His patience with the rude Petrov was nearing its limit. If it weren't for the fact that his mission required these people to provide cover, he would never have cooperated with these barbarians.

Last year, the master inadvertently received a piece of news that the Li family, which was thought to have been completely wiped out many years ago, actually had one member who had escaped the net.

If it were just an ordinary family member, the lord probably wouldn't care, but this one who slipped through the net turned out to be Melissa, the hope of the Li family and the kingdom's only female archmage.

This made the master very uneasy, and he wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Although Melissa had already been ambushed by other great mages and lost all her magic power before the master launched his attack on the Li family.

But the master was still worried. After all, those magicians were always talking nonsense. Who knew if she might suddenly get better again?

You must understand that even the most powerful duke in the kingdom wouldn't dare to easily offend a great mage, let alone the lord, who is merely an ordinary duke and not considered powerful at all.

So the master sent him out to secretly infiltrate the northern border of the Kingdom of Andrew and find and kill Melissa.

He was an orphan, adopted by the Joe family at a young age and given the noble surname Joe, hence his name Albert Joe. He was incredibly grateful to his family and to his master, for without them, he would likely have starved to death among the refugees.

He was chosen to be trained as a knight from a young age, but few people know that he is actually more skilled at assassination. After all, the family has no shortage of knights, but it lacks the means to handle the family's secret affairs.

He was sent to deal with Melissa this time, hoping to eliminate her through his own discreet methods and avoid causing too much trouble. The Li family still has some staunch allies in the kingdom, and the lord does not want to create unnecessary complications.

The source of the information that Melissa was not dead was secretive, and it was not specified where she was hiding. It was only known that she was in the northern border of the Kingdom of Andrew, near the Grumman Mountains.

After arriving in the northern border of Andrew, he searched extensively but still could not pinpoint the exact location. He wanted to hire someone to search for him but was afraid of attracting attention. So he thought of using the power of the Grummans to create chaos, so he could take the opportunity to follow the group and search from territory to territory.

These people were indeed barbarians. When he promised to lead them to seize what they hadn't been able to seize in the past three years and demonstrated some strength, they roared and picked up giant clubs and stone hammers, and followed him down the mountain.

However, along the way, he had to work hard to keep the troops from scattering, and he also had to painstakingly predict the movements of the noble army. This really exhausted him. He also had to satisfy Petrov's childish and ridiculous vanity from time to time. His patience was almost exhausted.

"Oh!!"

"Ouch!!!!"

Upon hearing that they could return to their tribe in a day or two, the Grummans surrounding them shouted excitedly.

They were already impatient. Although carrying a load of spoils had excited them, after a while, they had lost interest.

They just want to get back to the tribe as soon as possible and enjoy the cheers and enthusiasm of the women there.

He rubbed his temples to relieve the headache caused by the wailing of the barbarians, then looked up at the direction he was heading.

“This is the last territory, Caster Ridge. If we can’t find Melissa here, we’ll have to retreat and make further plans. We’re surrounded on three sides by the noble army, and I don’t have much time left.”

Months ago, during his first major battle leading these barbarians down the mountain, he devised a plan to kill the landowner. After that, they deliberately avoided Caster Ridge, intentionally leaving it for last, to ensure they wouldn't be hindered on their retreat.

After all, most of the knights were killed, and the lord was also killed. This place is like a naked girl, at everyone's mercy.

To his surprise, the count's gathering of nobles to pursue and intercept them also left this direction open, making him feel as if it were the will of heaven.

"That can't be right, Albert. I remember there's a noble family in this direction, called the Wells family. Their lord is quite famous in this area. What kind of scheme are you up to now?"

Petrov pulled on the reins, turned his head and stared intently at Albert with a look of suspicion on his face.

"Damn it, how can someone be so stupid that they don't even remember who they killed?" Albert rubbed his forehead, feeling a throbbing headache coming on.

But there was no way around it. If he really left this fool, he was afraid that the barbarians around him would scatter in all directions. He had no intention of being a leader of barbarians and had never intended to control these people.

He paused, trying to suppress his anger, and began to explain to Petrov.

"Lord Petrov, have you forgotten? Months ago, you bravely killed that August, and even his knightly army was routed. Now, the territory is probably only left with orphans and widows!"

Hearing Albert's flattery, Petrov's expression softened slightly. He genuinely couldn't remember whether the knight he had killed was August, but with his subordinates all around, he was too embarrassed to ask further and could only raise his head in tacit agreement.

The battle a few months ago was indeed a brilliant victory. With only about sixty men, they defeated an enemy force of over a hundred men, including more than twenty knights.

He had always been proud of his victory in this battle, and hearing Albert mention it again made him feel incredibly comfortable, even more so than playing a game with the youngest girl in the tribe.

"Then, will this affect our return to the tribe? My warriors have been away from home for half a year, and they miss their homeland very much!" After taking a few steps, Petrov looked at Albert again to confirm.

By this time, he no longer took Caster Ridge seriously, but like everyone else around him, he was already getting impatient and eager to return to the tribe to receive the cheers of the crowd.

"Don't worry, it won't take up much time. We just need to fight our way through, I promise. By the day after tomorrow at the latest, we can sing and dance in the tribe to celebrate our victory!" Albert nodded heavily, his gesture quite exaggerated.

In fact, Albert was lying to them. He would never let Caster Ridge go. He would definitely search it thoroughly and interrogate that Playboy Knight, since it was their family's territory. Maybe he had heard about Melissa.

Hearing that they would soon be able to return to the tribe, the lazy, strolling group finally picked up their pace.

"Leader, leader..."

With a mouthful of yellow teeth, Nechka shouted, pointing into the distance, "Look over there, it looks like someone!"

They were walking on a riverbank, which led directly to the Wells family's castle. The hills on both sides were covered with trees, and the lush green vegetation almost completely covered the narrow dirt road.

Nechka was pointing to a grove of trees on the other side of the river.

Despite having the best eyesight in the tribe, Nechka was not tall; in fact, he was quite short among the Grumans. He was also missing a leg, which made him very low in status within the tribe.

Unexpectedly, he played a significant role in this raid, using his eyesight to scan the surroundings and spot dangers early on several occasions, allowing the group to escape being surrounded.

To allow him to better utilize his abilities, Albert made repeated requests, and Petrov reluctantly gave Nechka a horse so that he could be sent out to scout out the surrounding area.

At this moment, Nechka sat on his horse, pointing into the distance and shouting.

Petrov glanced at her impatiently, estimated the distance in his mind, and realized that he probably couldn't catch up if he tried, so he gave up the idea of ​​pursuing her and turned to look at Nechka with disgust.

"What are you yelling about? What are you yelling about? You might be one of the hunters from around here. If you keep yelling, I'll snap your neck!"

Nechka immediately shut his mouth, shrinking back in fear, which drew laughter from those around him.

Nobody really looked down on Nechika. He always got the least when the tribe hunted, but now he got a horse and was running on the ground. How could they not be jealous?

Albert sat up straight and looked closely, realizing that it didn't seem to be a hunter, and there seemed to be the shadow of a horse nearby. "Could it be a scout sent by the Wells family?"

If they were hunters, they wouldn't have horses. And seeing so many of them, instead of hiding immediately, they stood still, craning their necks, seemingly calculating the number of their own group.

Thinking of this, a shadow fell over his heart.

He wanted to warn the barbarians, but after seeing the laughing crowd around him, he wisely kept quiet, though he secretly became more vigilant.

It was early summer, and the weather was getting hot. The Grummans, dressed in animal skins, were sweating profusely. The morale-boosting effect they had previously had quickly worn off, and the movement of the group began to slow down again. Every now and then, someone would jump into the nearby stream to cool off.

"Albert, why don't we settle down here today? The warriors are exhausted!" Petrov said in a conciliatory tone, but he had already pulled on the reins and stopped the train.

Upon hearing this, the people around him dropped everything they were carrying and collapsed to the ground.

He had originally planned to take advantage of the night to storm the Wells family's castle, but after looking at the crowd of people sprawled on the ground around him, he forced a smile and nodded in agreement.

It doesn't really matter. Based on the walking distance, even if we set off at dawn tomorrow, we can still reach the castle by morning. The reason for thinking about a night raid is just out of habit, not a necessity.

He preferred to attack the enemy silently at night rather than face off against each other.

"Alright, everyone take a rest. Nechka, go and get some firewood from around here, quick!" Seeing Albert nod, Petrov couldn't wait to announce the order to rest on the spot.

Albert really couldn't understand Petrov's thought process. The team relied on Nechka to detect danger in advance, so why was he always so mean to Nechka? Didn't he know how important Nechka was to the team?

Of course, he didn't intend to speak up and stop it; he was out on a mission, not to save people from suffering.

He had been constantly surrounded and intercepted, and he would occasionally speak up to stop them, but that was for his own safety.

Now, well, he's about to break out of the encirclement. These people will have nothing to do with him anymore. He has no interest in Nechka and will just pretend he didn't hear it.

Nechka seemed to have gotten used to being treated this way. He struggled to dismount his horse and limped into the woods.

By the time he finally found some firewood, the crowd had grown impatient and was yelling at him to hurry up. Some of the more hot-tempered ones even kicked his lame leg hard.

He didn't resist; he just dodged slightly, using his inner thigh to absorb the force of the kick, which would lessen the pain for a while.

He dared not dodge completely, knowing that if he did, he would be met with a storm of attacks.

Enduring the excruciating pain from his injured leg, he put down the firewood in his hand, took out some kindling, and quickly lit the fire.

Sure enough, after the fire was lit, the people around him lost interest in him and gathered around the fire to roast the food they had prepared. No one was interested in his injured leg anymore.

Nechka took a few steps to the side and hid in the shadow of the firelight.

In the distance, Petrov and Albert were huddled together again, whispering and discussing something. He glanced at them, then closed his eyes indifferently.