Emperor of Arcane

Seeing the doubtful look in Butler Ralph's eyes, Matthew patiently explained to him:

"As I said before, our manpower is precious and there is no need to invest in this kind of consumption."

"The purpose of developing the ruins is more to spread the reputation of our Gulf Territory to other adventurers."

"We can sell various goods from our Gulf Territory to adventurers who are far richer than the common people."

"The food, clothing, adventure expenses, weapons and equipment and other materials of so many adventurers all belong to us."

"It makes money to dig up ruins, but we will make more money."

Butler Ralph quickly understood the lord's new approach and said softly thoughtfully:

"Just like Blood Moon City, it relies on the large-scale ruins to attract a large number of adventurers, thus developing rapidly."

"Although Blood Moon City has been on a downward trend in recent years, compared to other large cities, the scale that takes hundreds or even thousands of years to develop can be considered a huge acceleration!"

"And in this way, our ability to produce all kinds of daily necessities has also been tempered and improved."

"In the future, even if there is no bonus to attract adventurers, these goods can be sold to other cities..."

Matthew was quite satisfied that Butler Ralph could see through this, and motioned for him to continue to do it boldly.

Regardless of success or failure, a lot of development experience and insights can be accumulated.

As soon as Butler Ralph left, the long-awaited old village mayor Field walked in.

"Great master, I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you very much. Your greatness is fascinating and your beauty is praiseworthy..."

Bobo, who was wearing dark green leather armor, rushed over with a flattering look on his face, and spoke extremely flattering words to Yaya who was browsing a history book.

Yaya, who had wide eyes, glanced at Bobo cheerfully, nodded slightly to him, and then asked curiously in his heart:

"Daddy, is this little fish man trying to flatter you?"

Yaya, who often communicates with Matthew, always learns some knowledge. While growing up quickly, he always likes to apply what he has learned.

"Haha, yes, this little guy is very smart and is very good at pretending to be powerful..."

"Huh? It's the fish that pretends to be a dragon..."

Matthew glanced at Bobo, who spoke empty words, and waved to Field, the hesitant old village chief.

The old village chief Field breathed a sigh of relief, with a little bit of unwillingness and shame on his face, but he still told the whole situation without hesitation:

"Lord, the number of murlocs in the two places has reached 50,000, and Bobo can still control them."

"However, these fishmen are so stupid, they can only understand Bobo's simple commands."

"As for the other orders, even if they are beaten to death, it seems that they cannot be fulfilled."

Old village chief Field really doesn't want to trouble the lord if it's not necessary.

Lord, your time is precious, you are under great pressure, and you have many things to deal with.

But the old village chief Field was also very sure that he could not complete the task assigned by the lord, so he had to speak out decisively.

Otherwise, continued delay will most likely cause greater trouble and losses.

Compared to the interests of the entire territory and the Lord's plan, personal honor, disgrace and face are nothing at all!

Matthew was naturally aware of the old village chief Field's thoughts, and felt inexplicably lucky.

It is precisely because of their help that the territory can develop so fast, so he comforted softly:

"Haha, most fish people have very low IQs."

"For them, thinking is more of an instinctive emotion, which is more rigid than some happy hyenas and magical creatures."

"Even if I were to make the arrangements, it probably wouldn't go smoothly. I can only leave this matter to Yaya!"

Hearing Matthew calling him, Yaya put down the book and stuck out his cute round head:

"Huh? These fishmen? Just leave it to me!"

Seeing Yaya's smiling face, the old village chief Field didn't feel anything was wrong at all, but felt extremely excited.

Although the humanistic development of the people in this world is not as good as that of Matthew in his previous life, the things they have experienced are exceptionally rich and colorful.

This continent.

Ruled by dragons.

Ruled by giants.

Even in those distant dark ages, those tens of thousands of years of blank time, there was a history of being ruled by various creatures.

Even close to home, I have the experience of being ruled by elves and dwarves.

For real dragons like Yaya, in terms of status and legitimacy, every people in the Gulf Territory has a different kind of pride.

Many people also discussed it in the chat.

As the most relied upon arcanist in the Netheril Empire, the Lord Lord has a lifespan of at least 200 years.

If you can become a respected great arcanist, the lord can rule the territory permanently.

As another ruler of the territory, and even the true dragon that is the prototype of the Gulf Territory emblem, Yaya has a lifespan of nearly thousands of years and can always take care of the territory.

This is a great thing!

For Ya Ya to participate in the management of affairs, the old village chief Field is absolutely in favor of Ya Ya.

Regardless of whether Yaya does well or badly, for everyone, it is a good thing worth celebrating.

Half an hour later.

The swamp is 5 kilometers away from the Fisherman's Castle.

In a small lake, densely packed fish-men danced.

Tens of thousands of fishmen gathered here, making a chaotic noise.

There are also some restless fishmen who directly kill their companions who don't like them.

Those who screamed, those who fought, those who fought, all mixed together.

The old village chief, Field, blinked helplessly. He knew very well that these fishmen were inherently chaotic.

If they were left alone, these fools would probably fight for a whole day, and thousands of murlocs might die.

Each murloc cost 2 silver coins to capture the territory, and Bobo spent a lot of effort to conquer it.

In the Gulf Territory, no murloc is redundant!

Just when the fish-men were making a lot of noise, a silver-white figure slowly fell down and floated quietly on the lake.

The noisy fish people were all frightened.

Pieces of them turned over and floated on the lake.

Yaya didn't deliberately release the dragon's power, but even so, the pressure it brought to these fish-men was terrifying.

Most of the fishmen couldn't bear this kind of power and fainted one after another.

Fortunately they couldn't drown, otherwise they would have been completely wiped out.

Fortunately, Yaya never counted on their combat effectiveness, just like choosing between gold teeth and silver teeth, he shouted to the very few fishmen who didn't faint:

"Swim to the shore and meet your new destiny!"

When the old village chief Field heard Yaya say these words, intensive reveries emerged in his mind:

"For many refugees, does coming to the Gulf Territory mean a change in destiny?"

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