Chapter 14： The rewarding heart of the civet

"Saint! You really awakened magic!"

Although I heard quiet cheers before, but seeing her using magic with my own eyes, the visual shock is still different.

"Yes, with the generosity of the God of Fire, I successfully awakened the magic."

Qingyou is calm on the surface, but the tone is beautiful.

For orcs, being able to awaken magical talent is a lifetime glory.

The faces of the civets on the side showed envy, but it was a pity that it was not them who asked for the help of the **** of flames, otherwise they might also get such a privilege.

Under the impetus of the quiet flame magic, the temperature and humidity of the soil are controlled in an excellent state.

"It's almost time!"

Qingyou carefully perceives the growth of the seeds in the soil, and when it is just right, she transmits a trace of her own magic power into it.

The seed of the rice quickly broke out of the hull and began to germinate.

The original growth cycle of this special rice was only one month, but now under the impetus of Qingyou magic, it immediately sprouts and pulls out the ears, and grows taller section by section.

Although Qingyou has just awakened to magic, Qingyou's control of magic is still very rusty, but in order to prove the benevolence of the flame god, she still tried her best to ripen the rice.

With the nourishment of Qingyou magic power, this rice gradually matured, and the heavy ears grew densely one by one.

"Oh my god, what kind of rice is this that can produce such ears of rice!"

The patriarch of the civet couldn't help but exclaimed.

However, all this is not over yet, the rice stalks that have been bent by the ears of rice have grown a little thicker, and more ears of rice have also grown.

This golden rice plant bloomed like a mature dandelion, and it was full of rice.

Seeing that the rice was completely mature, Qingyou withdrew her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead slightly tired.

"Holy woman, dare to ask how much output can the holy rice given by the God of Flame reach?"

A civet tribe asked softly.

Qingyou smiled slightly and stretched out five fingers.

"Five hundred catties per mu! We don't have to be hungry now!"

The civet tribe suddenly cheered.

"No, the holy rice given to us by Lord God can yield five thousand catties per mu!"

Qingyou gently waved her hand, a proud smile appeared on her delicate little face.

"Five! Five thousand catties!"

The civets immediately held their breath, and when it was confirmed that Qingyou was not joking with them, thunderous praises erupted from the crowd.

"Quickly, taste the taste of holy rice."

A quiet smile interrupted everyone's cheers, and someone immediately came over and harvested the rice cautiously, and took it aside and processed it.

After a while, a big pot of steaming rice was brought over.

Qingyou took the lead in pinching a few grains of rice and stuffing it into her mouth, her delicate little face suddenly revealed a look of surprise.

The rice grains are soft and elastic, with a slight fragrance, and the taste is much better than the brown rice they had eaten before.

The patriarch of the civet and other people are full of praise after they have tasted it.

After Qingyou distributed the rice seeds, the tribe quickly planted all the seeds.

"Holy Maiden, the God of Fire has already helped us solve the problem of food and shelter. I think we should find ways to develop our forces to get more believers to repay the God of Fire."

The chief civet pulled Qingyou aside and said softly.