Chapter 68: Ten Thousand Potatoes (1/2)

With the daily quest done ahead of time, Rino now had other things to do while potatoes were getting dug up. The first thing on his checklist was to turn in five hundred spuds and claim his daily sleep before the timer reset. More sleep was better than less sleep, and sleep hours did not expire in his wallet.

Walking to the fields, Rino was greeted by the sight of Fronzo looking like a very imposing farm manager. The lad deserved a raise. He should think of a good time to officially recognise Fronzo and bestow him a title like the dark lord he became. His subordinates were able to become stronger and undergo evolution in proportion to the strength of their bond with him. Fronzo definitely proved that he deserved this, and Rino would rely on him heavily in the future.

That much, he knew for sure. After all, there was a kingdom to build, and Rino could not possibly live on the farm forever. It would not be too long before he looked for a new location and expanded on what he had. When that happened, Rino needed someone reliable to manage this territory on his behalf.

Presently, there was no better candidate than Fronzo. The lad was humble, reliable, resourceful and loyal. It was still a mystery why he was buried in that grave, but Rino refused to dig up the past. Now that they had a new life, it was better to adapt to the lifestyle changes.

It was just sad how some people couldn't get used to the fact that they were no longer at the top of the food chain. Rino did not know a better hunter for the job, but the candidate he had was annoying to no end. You could fix a person's fashion sense with clothes and status with power. But you would never be able to change their character, even after death.

”My lord!” Fronzo hurried over when he spotted Rino approaching them. It has been two hours since they started and everyone was giving it their best. However, those potatoes buried too deeply needed more time to excavate.

”At ease,” the lich told Fronzo when the farmhand stumbled in his step and almost fell into a huge hole.

If Rino still had facial muscles, he would be frowning now. Was there a giant mole in the fields? These holes were big enough to bury someone in. The neat trenches were also ruined, and the landscape looked more like the aftermath of a battlefield during a war.

”What happened here?” he gestured to the mini craters in the soil.

The undead teen looked slightly squirmish, and Rino sighed inwardly. Despite having so many redeeming qualities, Fronzo needed a little more courage and a tougher spine to speak up and stop being so afraid of everything. It would be incredibly hard for many of those from the lower social classes to step out of that servant mentality. Rino only learned about this when he was at the magician's tower, and he had to relearn his etiquettes after becoming a noble.

Smacking Fronzo's back to make him straighten, Rino used his other hand to hold that skull upwards.

”Stand straight and look people in the eyes when talking.”

Embarrassed and feeling shy at the attention he was getting from the monarch in person, Fronzo did his best but still appeared stiff as he explained the ground situation. Rino's eyes followed Fronzo's fingers as his unofficial farm manager pointed to the shadows heaping at the side of the fields.

”All those are potatoes?” he asked in disbelief.

Mini-mountains were reaching up to his shoulder level and spanning more than his height. Two potato mountains already reached their peak, and the third was on its way.