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Farming With Seven Wives in the Magic World

In an accident, I transmigrated to the world of magic and alchemy. Here, I became the heir of the Alpine family. But the only inheritance I received was a book named "Plant Cultivation Guide"... I thought I would live my life in peace, but things deviated from my expectation again and again. The corn I planted became conscious and accidentally rescued a rich lady who was besieged by an army of zombies. To repay the favor, she took the initiative to marry me. From then on, things became unexpected... I made alchemical puppets for fertilization but accidentally gained the heart of a talented young girl and exchanged a night of pleasure for puppetry. I set up a magic cannon to prevent wild animals, but the first time I fired the cannon, I shot down a passing magical girl... By now, I had had seven more mistresses on the farm. Some were gentle and sweet, and some were sexy and hot... The kingdom invited me to be the chief wizard? No, I just want to farm with seven wives ......

Tall Glass · 奇幻
分數不夠
40 Chs

Another Accident

編輯: Dragon Boat Translation

After getting the bone, Rebecca ran excitedly to her room, shouting that she wanted to experiment.

Upon hearing the word 'experiment', Morty felt a headache coming on. He hurriedly shouted, "Don't explode again!"

If all her experiments exploded a few more times, his manor would really be destroyed.

"I know!" Rebecca didn't even turn her head and waved her hand.

Looking at her retreating back, Morty's heart was filled with worry. He did not know what would happen in this experiment.

Sighing, Morty went to the cellar and took some more bones.

At present, the corn had basically grown. After the peas were produced, they could go to town.

Speaking of which, after transmigrating to this world for so long, he had never been to a place other than the manor. Even the location of the small town was told to him by the maid.

After throwing the bones onto the stone roller, Morty was about to start work when an earth-shattering roar came from the manor.

BOOM!

The earth trembled, and countless birds in the forest were startled by this huge commotion and flew into the sky.

Morty felt his ears buzzing, and the world seemed to be spinning. It took him a long time to recover.

"What happened?"

Turning around, he was stunned. His eyes were first filled with surprise, then anger, and deep shock.

"My house!"

The thing he was most worried about finally happened. In the direction of the manor, a mushroom cloud of thick smoke slowly rose. The wall on one side of the manor was completely destroyed, and gravel flew everywhere.

The two maids screamed as they ran out of the manor. They looked at the building that was wrapped in thick smoke in shock. They were clearly frightened.

Morty also came back to his senses. He threw away the bone and ran straight to Rebecca's room.

Rushing into the thick smoke, a pungent smell hit his face. Morty covered his mouth and nose, lowered his head, and shouted into the room full of smoke, "Rebecca!"

"Rebecca, are you alright?"

There was no response from the room.

Morty's heart skipped a beat. Could the cute girl who liked to cause trouble have left with the explosion?

No, it was impossible!

Morty's eyes turned red. He gritted her teeth and rushed into the room filled with smoke.

If she was alive, he wanted to see her. If she was dead, he wanted to see her corpse!

The room was already in ruins. There was gravel under his feet, and he might trip if he was not careful.

Morty's hands were on the ground as he groped forward, trying to find Rebecca's figure.

However, as time passed, he still could not find any trace of Rebecca. The thick smoke in the air was already making him dizzy. If this continued, he would probably be in danger.

Gritting his teeth, Morty shouted into the thick smoke, "Rebecca—"

There was still no response. A trace of sadness appeared in Morty's heart. It seemed that this girl was indeed...

*Cough, cough, cough* "Who is it? Why are you shouting like a ghost? I'm not dead…"

Morty's eyes lit up. "Rebecca, where are you?"

*Cough, cough* "I'm choking to death." From the corner of the room, a figure covered in dust and in a sorry state scuttled out.

The figure was naturally Rebecca. When she noticed Morty standing in front of her, she was stunned on the spot. She covered her head and shouted, "Don't, don't hit me. I know I was wrong."

Looking at Rebecca, whose face was covered in smoke and dust, Morty was both happy and angry. He didn't have the time to blame her and grabbed her hand and ran out.

"Let's go out first. Let's talk outside."

Just as the two of them rushed out of the thick smoke, the entire room collapsed. Fortunately, this room was a separate building, so it did not have much of an impact on the entire manor.

Thick smoke billowed as Morty looked at the catastrophic scene in front of him, speechless for a long time.

Rebecca looked at him carefully and apologized in a low voice, "S-Sorry…"

She had wanted to run away, but for some reason, she did not want to run anymore when she thought of how anxious Morty was when he pulled her out.

Morty came back to his senses and looked at Rebecca, whose head was almost hanging to her chest and her hands was nervously tugging at the corner of her clothes. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly. To be honest, he wanted to give this girl a good beating, but for some reason, he just couldn't do it.

In the end, Morty sighed and pinched Rebecca's cheek. He said fiercely, "Tomorrow, come with me to the forest to cut wood and repair the house. Otherwise, you're dead!"

Rebecca looked at him blankly, as if she had forgotten the pain on her cheek. Although Morty's words were particularly harsh, she didn't see any blame in his eyes. Instead, there was deep worry.

An inexplicable feeling welled up in Rebecca's heart, and she was at a loss. This was the first time that she was not blamed for causing such a huge disaster.

Looking at the angry Morty, Rebecca smiled and threw herself into his arms, rubbing her head against his chest like a child.

"Don't think that you don't have to cut down trees just because you act coquettishly," said Morty unhappily.

"Alright, alright, I know." Rebecca pouted and didn't retort. Instead, she hugged Morty tightly.

....

After the big incident, Morty couldn't care less about what was happening in the field. He comforted the two frightened maids and then led them to clean up the ruins of the collapsed house.

Looking at the manor that was missing one side, which made it seem a little unbalanced, Morty felt helpless again. He looked at Rebecca, who was cleaning up the junk with his two maids, and could not help but think, 'Why don't we set up a separate house for this girl?'

He couldn't guarantee that if such an explosion happened a few more times, his small manor wouldn't be able to survive.

The four of them worked until dusk before cleaning up the mess. The key was that Rebecca had done some kind of experiment, and the ruins were filled with white dust. With just a slight movement, it floated everywhere. Not only did it smell bad, but it was also very choking. This also caused the progress to be delayed quite a bit.

"Phew! How tiring." Morty moved his shoulders.

At this moment, Rebecca came over and wiped the sweat off her face. She asked carefully, "Where do I sleep tonight?"

"You'll sleep in Leona's room." Morty waved his hand in annoyance. Although there were other rooms in the manor, he did not want this girl to continue to ruin every one of them.

"Oh." Rebecca nodded obediently. Then, as if she had thought of something, she asked carefully, "Can I ask for two more bones for experiments…"

"No!"

Without waiting for her to finish, Morty roared, scaring Rebecca so much that she hugged her head and begged for mercy. "I don't want it, I don't want it…"

Morty was still worried, so he gave her a stern warning and even confiscated all the surviving equipment in her room. Only then did he feel a little relieved.

If he let this girl continue experimenting, he would really end up wandering in the wilderness.