So what if I'm a fake county magistrate? In troubled times, I have no choice. The Central Plains is in turmoil and foreign races are coveting it. I should shoulder the responsibility of protecting the Central Plains, resisting foreign invaders, expanding the vast territory; pacifying the chaos at home, and ensuring the safety of hundreds of millions of people. I am currently writing a new book, "Han Mu Tian Xia". Everyone is welcome to join my book club: 694896069

Lord Earl issued a decree to invite his son-in-law, allowing the baron's waste second son to have the title and territory, and have the opportunity to fight for thirty years less.

But this territory is not easy to take, because it is a notorious place of doom. On...

what? The land of doom?

This is obviously a lucky place, isn't it?

Don't you see how moist my life is now?

Don't you see how happy my serfs are?

Dark creatures?

Sorry, it's just a courier... ...

it's a magical world where there's a meteor shower every Sunday.

In the falling meteor shower, there will be a certain chance of giving birth to magical treasures-elemental elves.

Currently known pixies are:

green pixies, which can increase crop yields.

Purple elf, can randomly improve the quality of plants.

The yellow elf can make the land randomly contain certain minerals.

Smurfs can turn the land into a favorite habitat for certain creatures.

Of course, most of the time, the meteor showers are not necessarily elves, but dark creatures...

Aslan was born again, reborn to the day when his family drove to the border to farm land fifty years ago.

He once rose here and developed the poorest region of Merlot in the kingdom into the richest commercial city on the mainland.

In this life, he doesn’t want to be a lord and a minister, he wants to be an emperor.

Below one person is above ten thousand.

Aslan famous saying.

The lord who doesn’t want to be the emperor is just not a good lord.