Mystic Eyes of Death Perception from Zero

In the following days, Graham continued to accompany Priscilla, observing the local conditions everywhere they went.

Passing through one village after another, Graham noticed that the villagers shared some common characteristics...

They were so emaciated that they barely looked human!

This was the result of long-term hunger. It was evident that under the rule of the old man, Leip, they had suffered greatly.

Faced with the elegantly dressed Priscilla and Graham, the villagers didn't dare to make a sound, holding their breath, afraid of being noticed.

Yet, they couldn't help but steal glances at Priscilla, who was dressed in red, because this woman was simply too beautiful.

She appeared to be in her teens, and whether it was her appearance or her demeanor, she was someone they could only look up to, an unattainable existence!

At first, the villagers were puzzled. Why would such a perfect woman come to this impoverished place? Was she here to exploit them further?

No, that shouldn't be the case. After all, she was such a beautiful person!

Noticing their gazes, Priscilla scolded them harshly, "You lowly peasants, how dare you stare at me with such disrespectful eyes?"

The villagers were slow to react. When they realized these were insulting words, they trembled with anger but could only lower their heads deeply, daring not to speak out.

From Priscilla's attire, they could immediately see the vast difference in status. Resistance would bring no benefits, but only make their lives worse.

For many years, Leip had used numerous examples of people who had turned from living to dead to show them the consequences of daring to resist the nobility...

"Princess, it seems you've scared them," Graham reminded her helplessly.

Priscilla, with her stunning beauty, would make people think, 'This person is so wonderful' at first glance, but she always shattered this impression as soon as she opened her mouth to speak.

"That's perfect! These lowly peasants should just tremble at my feet and pray for the fortunate glory I bestow upon them!"

"Yes, yes~"

Graham waved his hand dismissively.

Priscilla glared at him, snorted, and continued to observe the fields in the village.

"May I ask, noble lady, what brings you to our humble village...?" Seeing Priscilla stop scolding and look around, the poor landowner finally mustered the courage to run over and ask humbly.

Although he held no official position, according to the rules, the person with the most land in the village should represent the villagers. He was the only one qualified to speak on their behalf.

"Don't be so hasty, commoner. It might surprise you that such a beautiful woman like me would visit this village, but what I'm about to do cannot be stopped by anyone. Just consider it a blessing from the heavens and quietly admire my beauty until you lose track of time!"

"Yes... I understand..." The poor landowner could only respond submissively and then stood aside, not daring to make a sound.

Priscilla opened her folding fan with a sound, pointed to the surrounding fields, and said, "Very well, let's start with these two fields. There's no difference between them, so just be grateful for the fortune I bestow upon you!"

Hearing this, Graham rolled his eyes and scoffed in his heart, 'Fortune, my foot.'

He saw clearly that in the past few days, Priscilla had been reviewing the land records and taking him around to show kindness to the villagers and improve their lives.

Because the experiments in other villages had yielded good results, Priscilla came to this village today.

She had carefully compared the differences in crop yields between various fields and found that fields with higher yields had fewer weeds and relatively loose soil.

Therefore, "Removing weeds can increase the yield of the fields!" She concluded.

And after trying it once, it really worked. This made Priscilla even more proud.

Afterwards, Priscilla revealed her identity as the ruler of this territory and instructed the owners of the two selected fields to focus on removing weeds and regularly irrigating the land during the planting season.

Of course, she only gave these instructions to the owners of the fields chosen by her 'spur-of-the-moment fortune,' excluding the person with the most land.

The reason for his exclusion was simple, having so much land yet such low yields—if he wasn't embezzling, then he was simply incompetent!

Priscilla despised those who held high positions without the ability to match.

"Graham, why are you still standing there dumbfounded?"

"Yes, Princess. I just didn't expect a noble princess to understand farming knowledge. It's quite surprising."

"Surprising? Graham, what do you think I am? If I set my mind to it, there's nothing I can't do! The world exists for me! Remember that!"

Priscilla smiled sweetly, once again declaring her ownership of the world, displaying her unparalleled arrogance.

Yet, this did not make her unlikable.

Staring at her delicate face for a moment, Graham suddenly said, "Princess, there's something I don't know if I should say."

"Hmm."

Seeing Priscilla's gaze shift to him, Graham continued,

"Actually, your method is still too superficial. While removing weeds and irrigating the fields certainly benefits the growth of the main crops, the yield is still too low. Moreover, if the soil quality is poor, it will also affect the yield. This is why you specifically chose those two nutrient-rich plots of land, right?"

"Nutrient-rich land? You're saying things I don't understand again. Originally, questioning me would get you beheaded, but since you're speaking of something interesting, I'll allow to continue."

Priscilla's eyes brightened, and she folded her arms, showing a keen interest.

It seemed Graham knew some better methods! This was good news!

Priscilla was very magnanimous towards capable people!