Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 52 The Wrath of the Golden Dragon

"Your Highness Noah, have I made a mistake?"

The Great Fairy was still shaken, feeling both bewildered and anxious, and cautiously looked at the Golden Dragon reclining on the Pearl bed. Beside her, nine brilliant stars were gradually dimming, then shattering and dissipating.

"This is a spell I devised through contemplation. I was eager to know its effect, so I cast it on you."

Seeing the timid and fearful expression on the Great Fairy’s delicate face, Noah couldn’t help but feel a bit of compassion, offering an explanation and a promise,

"My apologies, I won’t do that to you again."

"No, experiencing Your Highness’s new spell is my honor, I just wasn’t prepared."

The Great Fairy breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said upon hearing this noble being apologize to her,

"I am willing to test the spell’s effects for Your Highness."

"You’re too fragile; Tidel is the best experimental subject."

Noah felt a slight disappointment as the second Word Spirit he acquired, the Nine Luminaries Star Palace, had another effect that didn’t trigger and he had to cancel it,

"Tell me your feelings just now!"

"I felt as if I had fallen into an endless, boundless space, unable to find direction..."

Sifreya whispered her feelings, her voice still slightly trembling, as she was indeed frightened, with no sky above, no ground below, and nothing in sight.

"I see, you may withdraw for now and take a good rest during this time."

Noah waved off the Great Fairy, contemplating quietly.

The second Word Spirit he obtained still focused on confinement, yet its effects were significantly stronger than the Sixfold Light Binding. The Nine Luminaries Star Palace would distort the five senses of creatures trapped inside, making the affected feel as if they had fallen into a boundless dimensional space.

"No, the Nine Luminaries Star Palace indeed possesses certain spatial attributes, not merely deceiving the five senses."

The Golden Dragon lifted its claw, and tiny stars rose between its clawed toes, the starlight flickering, accompanied by an emanating power of sealing.

"Low-level spatial Teleportation Magic will also be prohibited, rendering them unusable. Not only that..."

Noah’s dragon claw suddenly clenched into a fist, the starlight exploded, accompanied by a surge of destructive power, an annular shockwave swept through the internal space of the Dragon Nest.

The second Word Spirit, though still primarily focused on sealing, now possessed destructive power. When creatures trapped in the Nine Luminaries Star Palace were about to break through the confinement, all the stars would explode, leading to destruction.

"What a remarkable Word Spirit, yet unfortunately, its current usefulness is limited!"

Noah sighed softly, although in a tone of regret, there was unmistakable delight hidden within. After all, this is an instantly cast Word Spirit, engraved on the Dragon Soul, more reliable than Talent Magic from bloodline inheritance.

"Speaking of which, the ridge farming method should have further spread by now, I wonder how much feedback it can provide me?"

Noah, having tasted the sweet beauty of the Golden Tree’s fruit again, began to look forward to the next time.

In which he took part in construction and exerted influence, Elisium City is an excellent example city. Those nobles who participated in Taiger’s coming-of-age ceremony, upon seeing the cityscape, especially the bountiful rice fields, will surely imitate it if they have any sense.

That’s at least five times the output; who wouldn’t want the profit lying right in front of them?

The Noah’s Book documenting the ridge farming method can be found everywhere, as long as there’s a will to search.

Noah did not hold high expectations for the nobles; he didn’t expect those guys would learn the Slave Self-Redemption Method to increase the labor enthusiasm of slaves, only that they value the land’s output.

However, the Golden Dragon believed his expectations of the nobles were already low, but after only a few months, Noah realized he still overestimated human nobles.

The ridge farming method needs deep tillage, which requires matching metal farming tools, ideally with gentle livestock that mortals can control and command.

These preconditions are easily resolved in the territory controlled by the Augustus family. Back then, Noah didn’t even have to exert much effort, he simply mentioned it to his foster mother, and orders were placed to the dwarves of Ironforge.

The metal farming tools they crafted, although not distributed free of charge, were lent to farmers, and after just one harvest, the farmers within Augustus family territory all owned a set of their own tools.

This process was smooth and natural, but once outside the Augustus family, everything changed, almost no other noble crafted farming tools specifically for the farmers.

Without metal farming tools, let alone livestock, yet requiring farmers to deep till is tantamount to punishment.

Even within the Augustus family’s sphere, the vassal nobles failed to imitate and execute.

"A group of narrow-sighted fools as blind as rats!"

After instructing Tidel to go out and inspect and hearing the news he brought back, Noah couldn’t believe it, and then came fury. The profit right in front of them, truly there are idiots who wouldn’t seize it; it’s not one, but a group.

"Noah, don’t get too excited!"

Seeing the Golden Dragon in front of him, fire spewing from its muzzle, Tidel could only offer a helpless smile, explaining his thoughts,

"Before harvesting the bounty brought by the ridge farming method, the nobility needs to spend a sum to order metal farming tools and distribute them to the farmers, thus many nobles are unwilling to spend this money."

In this era of extremely low productivity, those mastering iron forging technology are often associated with nobles, the extraordinary, and other related factors, which cuts off the access of common people to metal goods; they simply can’t afford it.

"I need to see your mother."

Noah certainly didn’t wish to sit idly by; although with the passage of time, the ridge farming method would inevitably replace outdated planting techniques, this required time, and before that, Noah wished to wield the power inherent in legends.

"My mother is already aware of this issue, she is discussing with my father, preparing to issue new administrative decrees, and not just that, she has also summoned the dwarves from Ironforge."

Tidel quickly spoke to soothe, although not understanding why the Golden Dragon was so concerned about the production and life of the human underclass, but it was, after all, a good thing.

"That’s good."

Noah slightly restrained the blazing fire spewing from his muzzle.

He suddenly realized something, taking for granted the decisions his foster mother Selena made after listening to his suggestions.

But in fact, most short-lived species nobles lack long-term vision; not to mention five or ten years, they aren’t even willing to wait a few short months.

These fools are nobility merely because of their good birth.