I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Demi-humans are like a neglected group; although they are numerous, their racial differences are too great, making it difficult for them to get along. As a result, their power is dispersed.

They possess most of the human appearance, but also have some animal characteristics.

For example, the rabbit-man's fluffy tail and its long rabbit ears.

They're all adorable.

But this world isn't the two-dimensional world where cuteness equals justice.

It is a multi-racial world with extraordinary powers.

When a race is weak, you become merchandise on a shelf. And the characteristics of that race become catalysts that accelerate the hunting of them by other races.

Unfortunately, the initial racial attributes of demi-humans are just as weak as those of humans, unlike monsters, most of whom are born with strange talents.

However, even monsters suffer greatly in the face of the overwhelming power of humanity.

Not to mention the even weaker demi-humans...

Ian looked at Ranran and asked, "In your human kingdom, what is the status of demi-humans?"

Rongrong asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's your identity?"

Rongrong probably hadn't thought too much about her identity before.

She thought for a while before slowly saying, "No status. Or a very, very low one."

Rongrong continued, "In human kingdoms, demi-humans aren't allowed into many shops. They have to pay more for things and can only sell things at low prices. If they're bullied, they can't complain, and those noble lords simply don't care."

She smiled and said, "If we have to say what kind of identity they have, the majority of them are probably subhumans who are slaves."

Ian briefly sensed the predicament of the demi-humans.

Compared to some more powerful monster races, demi-humans seem easier to win over by the Dragon Territory; the only difficulty lies in finding other demi-human races.

Ian comforted him, "Things are different now. Nobody here cares what race you are. As long as you're useful."

Ian reached out and patted her head.

Rongrong paused for a moment, then smiled.

……

While I was talking to Rongrong, a commotion came from afar.

The rabbits were found gathered around a field of herbs, their eyes wide as they discussed the sight.

"What is this?!"

"The soil is glowing!"

"What kind of pattern is that?"

Ian hopped over and saw them surrounding the patch of herbs where he had just woven magical veins.

He adjusted the soil parameters using magical veins and casually added a few illumination spells, which formed light bands along the veins.

Those light bands weren't very noticeable during the day, but now that night is falling, they've become quite prominent.

The rabbits had never seen this before.

An old man squatted down, reached out to touch it, and then withdrew his hand.

"This...this soil is glowing? Monster territory is something else..."

Another young rabbit-man leaned closer to take a look, his nose almost touching the ground.

"It has magic power! It must be a magic circle!"

Ian jumped into the middle of them.

The rabbits immediately quieted down when they saw him.

"Lord Ian," the old man pointed to the band of light in the ground, "what... what is this?"

Ian: "Magic veins. Used to adjust the soil."

The old man looked puzzled: "Adjust the soil?"

Ian didn't bother to explain, so he stretched out his tentacles and made a few strokes in the air above the field.

Several filaments of light extended from the tips of the tentacles and fell into the soil.

The color of the soil surface began to change; the originally yellowish soil slowly turned dark brown, and the humidity visibly increased.

The rabbits' eyes widened even more.

"The soil...has gotten darker?"

"It's wet! It's really wet!"

A young rabbit-man reached out, grabbed a handful of soil, squeezed it, and then brought it to his nose to smell it.

"It's really wet! And...and the soil has a magical smell!"

The elderly men exchanged glances, then all looked at Ian.

The way he looked at her was as if she were a deity.

Ian was a little embarrassed by what he was seeing.

Several rabbit-girls squeezed over, stared at the field for a long time, and whispered:

"Lord Ian, could you... could you make ours a little wet too?"

Explain clearly, what makes you all a little wet too?

If that's what you're saying, then I'll get all excited!

However, Ian still asked seriously, "Which one?"

The girls led Ian to the place where they grew herbs.

There was nothing on this land before, but I guess these rabbit girls started planting magical plants after they settled down.

The moonflower seedlings in that field were wilting, their leaves were yellowing, and they didn't look healthy.

He stretched out his tentacles and carved a few shallow veins in the field, drawing a stream of magic from the adjacent experimental field.

A few minutes later, the concentration of magic in the field began to rise.

Especially the magic of the water element.

Those few moonflower seedlings visibly straightened up a bit.

The rabbits stood around, not daring to breathe.

After Ian stopped, a girl went to the edge of the field and stared at the seedlings for a long time.

"Is...it really wet?"

Another girl squatted down, brought her face close to the leaf, and squinted as she looked at it.

"You're not mistaken, I'm all wet."

"?" If Ian remembered correctly, he was supposed to be adjusting a piece of farmland! Don't get it wet!

She looked up at Ian, her rabbit ears standing straight up: "Lord Ian, this is... a miracle!"

A short-haired bunny girl next to her tugged at her sleeve: "Don't keep calling it a miracle, it's magic!"

"What do you know? This is a miracle!"

"magic!"

"miracle!"

The two started arguing.

……

Ian ignored them and hopped to the side.

I just feel like my head is about to explode...

He has a lot of problems to solve right now.

The farmhands are all in place, which has solved one of Ian's biggest headaches.

These rabbit people can not only help with farming, but they also bring their own magical plants to join the group, which can be considered as bringing their own investment to join the group.

All you need to do is set up the corresponding magic channels.

At least some of the smaller tasks, like sowing and harvesting, are now being done by others.

But...

The first problem to solve is the food supply for these hundreds of rabbit people. The food from the Dragon Territory can last them for a few days, but it won't last long.

The Dragon Blood Wheat has only been planted for a few days. Even though its magical veins are constantly being filled with magical energy, and its growth rate is already extremely astonishing, it still cannot ripen in just a few days.

If it were truly possible to achieve ripening every few days, Ian would have to condense his divine essence tomorrow and become the god of agriculture on the continent of Erathia.

Ian's idea was to first purchase food from Mirabelle's merchant guild; food for a few hundred people was a small problem for a merchant guild.

Anyway, Vivian still has quite a lot of gold coins...

If Vivian refuses, we can use the produce from the Sweet Forest to exchange for food.

Incidentally, I also need to give Mirabelle a portion of the Fountain of Life that I promised earlier.

Furthermore, Vivian has agreed to raid the Phantom Clan, and Mirabelle can use the Merchant Guild's resources to inquire about those nobles.

This way, Vivian won't fly over there ready to make a big splash only to find herself completely clueless and not even knowing who to rob.

……