The mont Lear’s consciousness returned to Weilu City, the Mire Swamp imdiately conveyed a sense of joy.
However, without a physical body, it was difficult to mobilize much of the Swamp Power.
Unless a portion of Power of the Soul is descended, it would be impossible to create a mud tidal wave hundreds of ters high like before.
With a slight movent of thought, the vines on the ground quickly grew, weaving together to form a vine body.
Lear’s consciousness entered it, instantly filling this vine body with Life Energy, and it began to move.
After so movent, though sowhat stiff, it was still usable.
Calming down, he imdiately stepped toward the City Hall.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry guarding the entrance saw him and imdiately saluted with their chests bowed.
"Sovereign!"
The aura emanating from his soul was unmistakable, no matter what body he used, these warriors wouldn’t mistake it.
Lear nodded and passed through the gate.
At this mont, Bain and Serek were still with the Crown Tribe, and the City Hall was being presided over by the most senior and experienced Civil Servant.
Seeing Lear with a vine body arrive, the latter was montarily stunned, but then, without hesitation, he gave a fervent salute.
"Your devout follower greets you, great and immortal Sovereign!"
Lear nodded slowly.
"I have notified Bain to return for a eting, go summon all the high-ranking officials."
"Yes!"
The changes to the world’s rules are imminent, and the swamp will surely be impacted.
The Mire Swamp, now expanded to a diater of 300 kiloters, is certainly an unignorable target.
The high-ranking officials of the City Hall arrived one after another, and after waiting a bit more, the white-haired Bain quickly entered the office.
"Your Majesty..."
This aged Mud Swamp Hero, in just a few days, had even more white hair.
His fatigue was evident, it was clear that affairs of the Crown Tribe had taken quite a toll on him.
For a major force of hundreds of thousands, integrating Weilu City’s administrative system wasn’t a simple task.
"You’ve worked hard these days... How are the affairs of the Crown Tribe?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, under Lord Tulos’ leadership, the counteroffensive has begun."
"Those Evil God worshippers can never be our match."
Bain spoke with strong confidence and determination.
"In at most half a month, we can reclaim the invaded lands and population."
Lear nodded.
"Good, what about the condition of the Crown Tribe’s residents and the missionary work?"
"The Crown Tribe has only reclaid a small portion of lost territory; there are a total of 80,000 residents."
"But their Status is quite good. They currently resist Weilu City’s governance a bit, but the resistance is not strong, which can be overco."
"The Swamp Boggarts are preaching as usual, but Lord Tullus’ Vampire identity is quite a barrier... It can’t be rushed and requires gradual, subtle attitude shifts among the residents."
"In addition, the Crown Tribe has begun cultivating Swamp Wheat and Moonlight Mushrooms."
"The expansion is fast... The seeds we brought over are about to run out."
Upon hearing this, Lear gained a general understanding.
The Crown Tribe’s population in the tens of thousands is a considerable asset.
Moreover, this Dinsion Plane is far from the Main Plane, with fewer disputes. It can be developed as a rear base.
It’s worth the investnt.
"Can Serek manage the Crown Tribe’s situation?"
"Your Majesty, that little guy is even smarter than expected..."
Bain seed more energetic, praising him.
"He has great Talent for governance, is intelligent, and eager to learn. Now that he’s been given free rein, although he might encounter so initial difficulties, he will surely adapt quickly... You’ve really brought back a talent."
A 4-star Hero, isn’t that a talent?
Lear nodded.
"Very well, let him take over the affairs of the Crown Plane... You return to manage the situation in Weilu City."
The Crown Tribe isn’t left without leaders, but ensuring Weilu City’s orders are smoothly executed in the Crown Tribe requires so maneuvering.
This is where one’s personal ability is tested.
Bain’s gaze beca slightly focused.
"Your Majesty, has sothing happened?"
With Weilu City’s administrative system already organized, the task in the Crown Tribe with its tens of thousands of people seed more pressing.
Having him return at this ti clearly was no simple matter.
Lear’s voice turned serious.
He glanced around the room to ensure all high-ranking officials were present and directly inford them of the changes in the world rules without further ado.
Finally, he said.
"The situation has clearly changed, you must discuss how to respond."
"Moreover, this change is just the beginning."
"The future is hard to predict... Perhaps one day, Divine Spirits could descend."
The more than a dozen officials in the room shivered inwardly at these words.
They all felt a heavy pressure swell up.
The world experiencing such significant change... They too will inevitably be caught up in it; no one can escape.
And the potential descent of Divine Spirits made their breath quicken even more.
After all, they are gods!
Imagining facing hundreds of gods as enemies in the future made their scalps tingle.
Weilu City needs to prepare for such contingencies!
Having finished his instructions, Lear didn’t waste more words.
"Go and discuss among yourselves, and also disseminate the information to everyone... The greater the adversity, the more the residents need to be aware."
External foes are always the best way to unify internally and consolidate minds.
Watching them busily at work, Lear didn’t linger, turning around and once more exiting through the City Hall gates.
He lifted his eyes to gaze at the pitch-black night sky, his vine-ford face showing signs of deep contemplation.
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