Looking at the intelligence updates completed, Lear’s eyes beca excited.
Every ti the intelligence is updated, it feels like a lottery draw, giving him a unique experience.
He starts to look through them from the beginning, one by one.
The first piece of intelligence, a herd of cattle passed by.
There’s nothing much to say about that. Just arrange for so people to hunt in advance.
Whether for slaughtering or as labor tools, they are good choices.
The value of 1 Star ans the number of these cattle might not be many.
The second piece is about the Blue Heart Mud Fruit, also worth 1 Star. Just let Bain give instructions later.
The third one piqued his interest a bit more, worth 2 Stars — the bloodline lock within the Fray people.
He didn’t expect the God of Forging’s curse was hidden within their bloodline.
The God of Forging is truly ruthless.
Unlocking the lock can also bring a wave of enhancent... that’s very interesting.
He likes things like this.
He’ll go tomorrow.
Lear, in high spirits, looked at the fourth piece — worth 2 Stars.
Elves on the Noel Main Plane have always been high-level beings, with long life spans and great power.
They are natural-born archers and mages.
The Dark Night Elves are a branch of elves, fond of darkness and battle, completely different from the peaceful elves.
But equally powerful.
Unexpectedly, there is a route of Dark Night Elves, and interestingly... they are being pursued by the Wilderness Blood Thieves.
Various thoughts crossed his mind, and this requires so preparation.
Composing his thoughts, he looked at the last piece of intelligence, the only 3 Star intelligence.
Lear frowned slightly.
No wonder the Mire Queen Bee hasn’t awakened for so many days.
The price of hunting the Mosquito Queen was too tragic.
Fortunately, they obtained the Land of Crimson Rot, providing an extra path for the other party.
But if transford into a half-undead, can the original strength be retained?
Lear shook his head.
If not transford, he can only watch the other party die, hardly a choice.
But he still felt a sigh of relief, as watching the half-dead Mire Queen Bee all the ti wasn’t a solution.
It had provided him with relief.
Overall, the value of this intelligence is not high, much lower than the previous two tis, but its practicality is not bad.
If used well, the benefits to be gained are certainly significant.
He fell into a deep sleep while contemplating.
Early the next morning, Lear ca out of the City Hall and imdiately called Bain.
"The Blue Heart Mud Fruit needs enough sunlight to grow. Lack of sunlight will affect its growth. You should plant them in open areas."
Currently, the Blue Heart Mud Fruits in hand are few and can only be used as seeds for early cultivation.
When the second wave of cultivation is harvested, the scale will grow, and it will truly be able to supply food for residents and the army, which will take two to three months.
Upon hearing this, Bain was slightly taken aback and imdiately complied.
Yesterday he intended to just find a random spot around the territory to plant for convenience, but now he must find a new location.
"What about those Fray people?"
"They are all in the blacksmith shop... last night the Vine Fairy worked together and already built the blacksmith shop!"
"Enough to accommodate a hundred people working!"
Bain’s tone was very excited; having a construction wizard like the Vine Fairy is simply every planner’s dream.
Whatever is needed, the other party can create it imdiately, simply perfect!
The experience is maxed out.
Lear’s curiosity was also piqued, and he imdiately went over with Bain.
The territory is just this small range, just a few steps away.
Looking up, a two-story vine house appeared before them.
The height reached 8 ters, quite eye-catching.
Outside, a vine fence surrounded a yard, separating the inside and outside.
Lear stepped through the arch gate.
He glanced around; the construction of the blacksmith shop was much simpler than the City Hall, with walls woven from a single layer of vines, no wonder it was built so quickly.
The inside was oval-shaped, about 30 ters in diater, and the area could exceed 700 square ters, quite spacious.
The first layer was 4 ters high, with two spiral staircases leading to the second floor.
At this mont, the Fray people were busily carrying ores and steel lting furnaces inside.
Bain didn’t interfere much, letting them set up according to their habits.
Seeing Lear’s arrival, the busy crowd imdiately stopped and respectfully held their chests and saluted.
"Good day, Lord..."
Many had already adjusted their mindset. Regardless of what happens in five years, the mont they arrived in this territory, they had beco part of it, sharing life and death.
The strength of the territory is their safety guarantee.
And the weapons they forged are necessary for a strong army.
Working for the territory is also contributing to their own safety.
Lear nodded, his eyes landing on the tallest, full-bearded Fray leader - Bulin.
"Since you have joined my Weilu City and work for , regardless of your future choices, at this mont, you are all my people."
"Although you haven’t made any contributions yet, I have decided to reward you with a generous gift... but without achievents, rewarding you might break the rules."
"In the future, this reward needs your hard work to repay."
The people in the room were curious upon hearing this.
The Lord wants to reward them... with a generous gift?
They couldn’t imagine what reward they could receive.
Then they saw Bulin step forward to Lear.
Under his command, he kneeled on the ground on one knee.
Amidst confusion, Lear’s hand slowly pressed on Bulin’s head.
The next mont, a sacred and inviolable aura, majestic as a mountain and vast as the sea, surged forth.
It made everyone feel their souls trembling, in fear.
This is...
In terror, they suddenly heard a cracking sound, like glass breaking.
At this mont, it seed sothing was broken.
Then Bulin’s aura suddenly soared, an indescribable rich bloodline energy burst forth.
As the crowd inside the room was confused with fear, they heard a voice of disbelief echoing.
"Lord, you, you broke the curse of the God of Forging within us?!!"
"By the goddess, this, this..."
Tears uncontrollably welled up in his eyes, like a child venting grievances after seeing their parents.
Several dozens of Fray people were first stunned, then erupted in cheers.
They were suddenly filled with indescribable excitent, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
A curse bestowed by a god could actually be broken?
Could the suffering endured by the Fray people for countless years finally find redemption?
With a swish~
Everyone knelt on the ground, pressing their heads to the floor in the most humble posture.
"Great rciful Lord... we are willing to pledge our lives and souls to you, begging you to save our destiny."
At this mont, even breathing beca cautious and fearful, afraid of disrespecting the presence that holds their fates.
Lear looked down at the kneeling crowd, his eyes subtle.
No surprise everyone wants to climb higher, to beco the upper echelon of the pyramid.
Because, at this mont, his very thought could decide these people’s life and death fate.
Authority, in front of the kneeling crowd, seed to manifest most clearly.
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