Chương 359: The Magical Saintess's Severe Dependence

Roland's doubts were quickly dispelled.

Because Thranduil took out a small bag of seeds as a sample.

This bag of seeds contains the high-yield crop that the new Cardinal of the Church of Vulcan, Sakawien, sells to the nobility.

It includes tropical crops such as southern wheat, corn, and pineapple.

Roland immediately carried the seeds upstairs and found Ms. Tree.

After a series of tests, a conclusion was reached.

"This stuff didn't come from greenhouse fields; the seeds are more drought- and heat-resistant."

"However, its output is less than ours, which means it has been specially adapted to the southern environment, and its number of iterations and effects are not as good as ours."

Roland pushed the seeds that had fallen onto the silver plate back in front of Thranduil and said in a deep voice.

"That spotted hyena cardinal should also have mastered the breeding technology, but it hasn't been long."

Thranduil did not look well.

"Miss Roland, is it really not that there's a traitor among your people?"

"Absolutely impossible."

Roland denied it categorically.

The managers of the breeding base were almost all the stowaway beast girls that Roland had rescued.

These beast girls, who had experienced hardship and despair, were rescued by Roland herself. Their loyalty was beyond question, and they even worshipped Roland as a god.

Even if one is subjected to illusions, it is estimated that a strong will can be used as an immunity.

Serandil was unaware of the reason and felt that Roland was too confident in his employees, so he kindly reminded her.

"Miss Roland, people's hearts are unpredictable."

"This technology couldn't have been figured out by the Vulcan Church itself, could it?"

"If you need it, we can investigate whether there is a spy within the group."

Roland's lips twitched.

"It's hard to say; the Church of Vulcan might have actually figured it out on its own."

"what?"

Thranduil looked bewildered and chuckled dryly twice.

"Miss Roland, you must be joking. How could such amazing agricultural technology be cracked so quickly?"

"Just the alchemy technology for modifying the seeds, and the corresponding magic array—breaking it would require a huge amount of manpower and resources, wouldn't it?"

Roland didn't know what to say.

The people of this other world are terrifyingly dependent on magic.

They're always talking about alchemy and magic; even a privileged woman like Thranduil can't escape this kind of mindset.

"Your Highness, the group's breeding technology has absolutely nothing to do with magic."

"In fact, this thing is a hundred times simpler than magic-powered machinery. It's not surprising that the clever people of the Church of Vulcan discovered its principles."

"what?"

Now even the maid was dumbfounded.

Roland simply took out a stack of gruesome documents from her spatial ring and placed them in front of the master and servant, along with a bag of high-yield fire wheat seeds.

"Your Highness, this is the principle behind breeding technology. You'll understand why I said that once you see it."

Thranduil picked up the documents with some skepticism, while the Moon Maid, unable to contain her curiosity, excused herself and began reading a portion of them.

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After a long pause, Thranduil put down the documents with a dazed look in his eyes.

"I never expected this, I never expected this."

Her tone was filled with disbelief.

"Unexpectedly, the Roland breeding technology that everyone coveted was just about producing high-yield fire wheat seedlings and continuing to plant them."

"If those nobles who spent money like crazy to buy things knew about this, they would be so angry that they would want to shove their brains into a sow's ass."

Roland was holding a fork, enjoying the Elf Forest fruit that the Moon Maid had cut for her.

Ah, this elf is really eating the real deal! The white and tender moonflower fruit is plump and juicy, and when dipped in cream, it tastes fragrant and sweet.

Roland gracefully wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and said to Thranduil.

"Your Highness, now you know why I said breeding technology is very simple, right?"

"It's strange that wheat has ripened thousands of times in this world, yet no one has invented iterative breeding."

"I don't know what nature-based spellcasters are good for."

Thranduil, who happened to be studying nature magic and was practically a nature spellcaster, awkwardly defended himself upon hearing this.

"Um... actually, the natural spellcasters are also making efforts."

"Where is the effort?"

"Um... they're working hard to iterate and upgrade the plant growth-inducing magic."

Thranduil raised his fingertip, on which a miniature plant-growth magic circle appeared, and explained.

"The plant growth-inducing magic that everyone is using now has been iterated over thousands of times, which not only makes it more efficient but also reduces its magic consumption significantly."

"A mid-level superhuman is enough to cultivate the land of an entire estate, ensuring a comfortable life."

Roland shook her head.

"How many intermediate-level superhumans are there? The ordinary nobles of the empire are still hovering between the apprentice and beginner levels."

Upon hearing this, Thranduil and the Moon Maid were speechless.

Roland did not dwell on the topic.

"Your Highness, I have already given you the technical data, and I will also give you the latest cultivated seeds."

"Although the marginal effect of breeding optimization has appeared with the increase of the number of generations, there is still an increase of several percentage points in general."

"If you take them back and let the extraordinary individuals cultivate and nurture them, you will naturally be able to harvest enough seeds for planting and sale."

Thranduil nodded repeatedly, a grateful smile on his face.

"Thank you so much, Roland."

"I promise you a satisfactory reward, I swear on the name of Thranduil to the God of Light."

Although the principles of the breeding technology were shockingly simple once the secret was revealed, it did not diminish Thranduil's gratitude towards Roland.

If they were to study it on their own, they would probably have to rack their brains for a long time before they could break free from their dependence on magic and discover the potential of the plants themselves.

Don't underestimate Roland's guidance today. Although the white elves are more skilled in holy light magic, they are still elves at heart, and they spend their days interacting with the forest.

Now that we have acquired knowledge of iterative breeding technology, it means that the Elf Forest will be fully upgraded.

To go further, since ordinary plants can be bred, can magical plants also be bred? Can ancient elven trees be bred?

Thranduil's heart stirred with emotion at this thought.

At this moment, Roland interrupted Thranduil's reverie.

"Your Highness, before you return, I have one more important suggestion."

"Miss Roland, please speak."

Roland did not answer immediately, but instead glanced at the standing Moon Maid with suspicion.

Serandit immediately understood what Roland meant and waved his hand.

"Yue is my most loyal partner. There's no need to shy away from discussing business and politics with Yue."

Only then did Roland speak.

"Your Highness Thranduil, I suggest you submit the technical report a few days later."

"Why not gather the white elves who are skilled in nature magic, build a breeding center in the capital in advance, register a business in the name of Saintess Thran of the Church of Light, and then we can jointly sell the seeds together."

"This is real reputation and faith, which will have a huge impact on our future church standing."

"This church has more than just the white elves."

"There isn't only one Thranduil among the White Elves, is there?"