Chapter 501: Royal Farm of Grace House

After several months of flying, the expedition team that Jiang Li sent out had experienced high-altitude lightning storms, lightning jellyfish, and other dangerous disasters. In the end, they still completed the voyage without any mishaps.

They successfully docked ten days ago.

However, the Armored Trolls also grasped the technology of long-distance communication.

The news of their defeat had clearly spread to the Prosperous Ox Continent earlier.

The Armored Troll King had already set up layers of guards along the shore.

As soon as the flying ship landed, it was controlled by the Armored Troll experts that surged up, preventing them from hiding and developing in a wretched manner.NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

After Gallonfran showed the noble badge, she and Mu Yulan were escorted and controlled, waiting to be judged and punished by the Royal Court.

The only human on the ship, Jiang Li's sword cultivator clone, was even more unlucky. His head was directly covered by a black cloth, and then he was heavily sealed and could no longer sense any information from the outside world.

Fortunately, when they saw that the situation was not good, the sword cultivator clone had already handed the storage bag on him to Gallonfran for safekeeping. He also wore several shackles, so he was not discovered by the Armored Troll soldiers.

According to Gallonfran, the wild humans that had just been captured from the Azure Cloud Continent had always been very valuable here.

It was also the main reason why they had been maintaining the war for a long time.

As expected, without resisting, his life was not in danger.

Moreover, the sword cultivator was a very high-quality male human. Before he was eaten, he still had a higher value.

For example... breeding was a very promising job.

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Ten days after reaching the shore.

The sword cultivator clone was still in a miserable state of being sealed, while Gallonfran stood in front of a tall wall that could not be seen from both sides.

On the wall, the tall metal door opened, and a group of monsters that looked like ghosts appeared in front of her.

Turning around, an Armored Troll opened its bloody mouth, revealing sharp fangs.

"Welcome to the Royal Farm of Grace House!"

"Congratulations to Miss Gallonfran for being promoted to Viscount."

It turned out that this group of Armored Trolls was welcoming Gallonfran.

"I am Sheppard Bowlie, the Headmaster of the Grace House."

From then on, the name of Gallonfran reached the ears of many Armored Troll nobles.

The medical hall in the Grace House was one of the rewards given by the Queen.

The Armored Trolls had powerful vitality and would not fall sick usually. Generally, injuries like broken limbs would recover on their own after some time.

Therefore, they did not need a doctor.

This medical hall was naturally prepared for the humans in the Grace House.

Any position here was famous for being lucrative.

"In that case, Headmaster Bowlie, please send the human I brought back to my medical hall."

After the two sides met, Gallonfran displayed her usual unreasonable research attitude and entered the medical hall.

Sheppard Bowlie was not angry and directly agreed to her request.

Soon, Fran saw the sword cultivator clone wrapped in a mummy.

"Miss Fran, the human you brought back is very outstanding."

"His body is young, full of vitality, his brain is developed, and his soul is strong. He also has a very high cultivation and talent."

"It's been many years since we've received such live food. Miss Fran, what do you think we should do with this precious food?"

Sheppard Bowlie licked his sharp teeth. Clearly, he coveted the sword cultivator clone.

Staying in this highest-level royal farm and guarding the highest-level food every day caused this headmaster to maintain a difficult appetite all year round.

He moved the nostrils on the armor to the side of the sword cultivator clone and took a deep sniff. Even he had never eaten such top-grade food.

"Now is not the best time to eat him."

"I hope to throw him into the Grace House. Only there can we nurture the highest quality of Nourishment."

"This is an order from the Queen herself."

The sword cultivator clone's current identity was a breeding machine. As long as it was arranged reasonably, he could reproduce at least 50 high-quality descendants in a year.

Only then could they maximize his value.

"Since it's the Queen's order, there's naturally no problem."

"However, there are conditions to enter the Wild Nourishment Farm that the Grace House has created..."