I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

'Be strong, Flame... You still have to study barrier magic, you have many more tasks to complete.'

Even so, Flame couldn't stop thinking about it. She remembered Fingel's request from earlier and kept calling for her mother... Oh no, she couldn't stop.

"You're hopeless, Flame..."

"You're really vulgar right now."

She was talking to herself in the kitchen.

.......

[After the New Year]

Life goes on as usual after the Spring Festival. Only the upper class can enjoy the days of eating, drinking and having fun. Ordinary people still have to go home and cut grass. This is a truth that cannot be changed even in the 21st century.

What is the meaning of life? Everyone has their own answer.

To survive, the villagers became Fingel's subjects, gaining a master above them. They originally had no nobles above them—but no one felt there was anything wrong with it. This was the mainstream of the world: the weak depended on the strong, and the most basic wish of the poor and ordinary people was simply to live a better life.

As long as there is food left to eat and people can live, commoners will not rebel. The only possibility is that the nobles are too cruel and will not give them a way to survive.

Now, in order to live a better life, they need to build a safer home.

Once the wind and snow subsided slightly, under Fingel's command, the already sparse villages within a radius of dozens of miles began to relocate. They moved their families towards the ruins of Celia, hoping to obtain a safer living environment.

Their population is not large, probably no more than six or seven hundred people in total... but given time, people will multiply like weeds, showing the tenacious vitality of humankind.

Although the population is small and living conditions are simple now, everything will gradually change over time—transforming into a powerful and prosperous nation a thousand years from now.

Today was no different. Taking advantage of the weakening of the wind and snow, Fingel directed the villagers to divide the territory into various functional areas. In areas where demons were rampant, there were no nobles at all, and even the villages had very few living people. He had gotten a good deal this time.

The villagers' main task was to build more dwellings, houses, livestock sheds, mills, farmland... they were very busy.

However busy they are, they will immediately stop what they are doing and greet Fingel respectfully.

"Lord Fingel!"

"Your Excellency, what brings you out?"

"Thank you for your help, and thank you, Lady Flame..."

"Yes!!"

"My lord, this is the snow hare we caught today. You..."

...

Enjoying the villagers' praise or flattery, even though there might be some insincerity, Fingel could still tell that they were all grateful to him, which gave him a sense of satisfaction.

After all, it wasn't just Cao Pi who brought him pleasure.

"That's really good..."

Fingel felt an intense, tingling sensation.

Unlike his development in Frisch, in the town of Frisch he only produced some luxury goods to sell, leaving most of the miscellaneous items to the former lord's subordinates, with himself merely supervising.

Here, he would actually start planning a town from scratch, and the immense sense of accomplishment after succeeding was indescribable. This is why people from the land of flowers in their previous life liked to play farming games; it was ingrained in their genes.

Self-actualization is the top level of the Maslow's curve.

"Speaking of which... this place will be the prototype of an empire in the future, right?"

Fingel had a sudden inspiration and thought of the future, a thousand years from now.

The Continental Magic Conference and the Kingdom of Frisch form a powerful force in the north, vying with the empire in the south... Perhaps this is all due to my current whim?

Perhaps the world a thousand years from now is a result of my current inspiration from the future?

'This is a bit mind-bending; the logic is a bit off.'

Finger could only attribute it to his own lack of academic ability, and the concept of time was even more inexplicable.

but it does not matter!

Didn't Flame say everything was fine?

He's been riding high lately. After their relationship was exposed, Fingel and Flame's gratitude quickly increased, and their affection level approached 300—that's probably the level of affection most common couples have, but that's not the point!

The key point is that Fingel can openly play all sorts of games with Flame, and Flame is happy to accept, sometimes even offering some little ideas... He discovered that Flame has a bit of a repressed, roguish side.

On Fingel's 'birthday,' which was a made-up one, Flame gave him a gift.

"A potion that dissolves clothes? What is that?"

Fingel seems a bit outrageous when I think about it; she's such a repressed and brooding woman, but... she's quite interesting, I like her.

"But... I feel like I've forgotten something?"

Walking in the snow, watching the busy villagers, Fingel tilted his head, his eyes narrowed into slits, and realized that he had indeed forgotten something very important.

what is it then?

It seems...it seems...

"Damn it! Aww!"

Fingel was shocked and even felt a sense of panic... Damn, it seems like it's been months since I've seen Aura, hasn't it?

.......................

Meanwhile, in the town of Frisch, a female demon stabbed Fingel's oil painting in the back.

"Fuck, die, die."

"Go to hell, and don't come back."

"Go and fool around with that big-breasted human woman."

Chapter 117: Women are such a hassle

After preparing for the follow-up work, Fingel hurriedly rushed back—Aura's mother was still dozens of miles away!

【Three days later】

When he arrived at the small village, he realized the difficulties he was facing.

"Oh no..."

Standing outside the brick house, Fingel swallowed hard, looking uneasy.

Looking up at the sky, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine... A malevolent magical power was rising in the air, like a giant dragon coiling in the valley.

'Such a strong sense of oppression... Aura has gotten stronger.'

Without a doubt, this is Aura's way of showing that he's angry.

The most troublesome thing is that only he himself can see this magical power. Non-magicians cannot feel his pressure. To outsiders, he just appears to be standing there in a daze.

How has Awula been feeling lately?

He looked at his two subordinates—he had left a few soldiers here to take care of Awula, since the guy was basically waited on hand and foot now.

The two soldiers were wearing cold-weather leather armor. One of them was slightly older, with a graying beard, while the other was a young man in his early twenties who seemed very energetic.

"this...."

The two simply looked at each other, recalling Aura's recent situation, and could only leave Fingel with a "good luck" expression, while they interrupted each other with their own words.

"Um... Lord Fingel, you should go see for yourself."

"Sir, you should go and see for yourself."

"Lord Aura seems very angry..."

angry?

Definitely.

Fingel felt a little panicked, after all, he had said he would be away for two days, and now it was almost Chinese New Year.

If we meet, they'll probably kill me, right? Like ambushing me with eight hundred axemen or something. What about my Guan Yu then? I should have brought Flame along.

"Damn it, why didn't you guys remind me? I was so busy I forgot."

???

Soldier 1 has mild doubts about you.

Soldier 2 has mild doubts about you.

【…】

Both of them were speechless. The nobleman just loved to shift the blame; he really had a way with himself.

"Um... sir, you've taken all the horses. We can't continue our journey now!"

"Besides, you know what happened a while ago. The mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and we had no way to get out."

"Yeah yeah."

“…”

Their tone was quite innocent, but they couldn't be too direct—nobles, we can't afford to be disrespectful.

Fingel is not like the xxn in China, nor is he an unreasonable person; upon closer examination, this makes sense.

In the northern continent, throughout Siberia, the temperature outside reached minus thirty degrees Celsius during the coldest period. When you stepped outside, the snow could bury half your body, making it impossible to travel.

That makes sense.

So is it still my problem?

Fingel felt extremely frustrated. What should he do now? Should he just slide down to his knees and apologize on the spot? Ugh, is it too late to surrender now?

An angry Aura is difficult to deal with; in fact, all angry women are troublesome.

"Okay, okay, I know, it's not your fault this time."

After sighing twice, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Phew... I'm starting to get a little nervous."

The snow, like a thick quilt, covered the brick houses completely. The white steam rising from the chimneys was quickly extinguished by the cold wind.

Fingel took a deep breath and exhaled a thick plume of white smoke.

"Moshi Moshi? Is anyone there?"

I knocked gently on the door, but there was no response.

He tried to press his ear against the crack in the door and shouted loudly.

"Lord Aura? Open the door—I am your loyal subordinate, Fingel!"

"Mosimoxi?"

"The kingdom is destroyed! I was wrong, Lord Aura! Please, open the door!"

.....

There was no sound, only the howling of the wind and snow, which made his ears numb with cold. Fingel felt like a clown.

He seemed to sense the gazes of his subordinates, which fueled his inner fire, a surge of anger rising within him. "That wicked female demon, I must..."

In short, it still needs some work done.

That damn woman! Women shouldn't be treated well. If she's disobedient, she should be dragged out and forced to fast, then given a good beating and she'll behave. Ugh! Heh, I'll make her suffer the humiliation of being crawled between my legs, and she'll never come back.

"Open the door!"

Fingel was furious and decided to force the door open.

He placed both hands close to the door and used a little force, but the door was easily pushed open, and the heavy wooden door made a difficult rubbing sound against the threshold.

"Creak-----"

! ! ! ! !

The next moment, a cold, sharp blade of light suddenly tore through the air, hissing as it shot straight towards him like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. The cold light magnified rapidly in his pupils, and his eyelashes even touched the deathly aura swirling from the blade.

Fingel was completely stunned. Was this woman going to kill him?

Damn!

At the critical moment, he activated his time reduction domain.