Chapter 135 134. Territory delivered to the door
“Teacher Yiruilanze...”
“You can call me Yiruilan’er.”
“Yirilanze Tutor Lan'er, your breasts are too exaggerated... Ruth should be eighty or ninety years old at this time, not eighteen or nineteen..."
"My Annan, the elf is like this even if he is nine hundred years old. ”
"But have you forgotten? Ruth is only a human being."
"Maybe she has elven blood?"
"She has no elven blood, no holy weapon to extend her life, and no eternal life." The magic that preserves youth is not an immortality, but an ordinary old man." Annan thought for a while and said, "Do you know Augusta Olmedo?"
"The dinner at the City Lord's Mansion three years ago. I've seen him online."
"You can mimic that look, but maintain your female characteristics."
The elf mentor's attainments in transformation were not inferior to those of the master. When those weathered blue eyes looked at him, Annan almost thought that the real Augusta Olmedo had appeared, but fortunately, the remaining breasts dispelled it. Surprised.
At this time, a figure got into the felt tent, and the scene in front of him stopped.
"...I heard that your mother passed away a long time ago, so I wanted to give you a surprise." Annan said to Olmedo, who made a sudden visit.
"My mother and father don't look alike..." Olmedo looked at the elf mentor and asked hesitantly: "Mentor Yrilanze?"
"Hello, Young City Lord ”
The elf's elegant voice made Olmedo's expression a little subtle.
"Irilan'er, you go to Betty and Evelin to discuss the image first." When the elf mentor left, Annan and Olmedo breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"How did you know that today is my mother's birthday?"
"Well...Martin told me."
Olmedo asked more before Annan said : "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Have you heard?"
Annan shook his head because of the unreasonable question: "I have been in the Mage Tower recently and haven't gone anywhere."
Olmedo told Annan, Breeze There are frequent sightings of rat men around the city. They are small but densely packed - tens of thousands of Skaven scattered across the vast forest outside Breeze, harassing caravans and farmland.
The city guards were exhausted, and offering bounties in the bounty hall had little effect, because there were only slave rats and ordinary rat people wandering outside Breeze City, and it was difficult for the mercenaries to be interested in the bounties offered by the city lord's palace.
“What’s the bounty now?”
"A ratman's left ear costs 50 copper coins."
Not as much as Martin's weekly salary at the Dawn Tavern.
“Why so few?”
Olmedo said that it was because of historical events-a certain city-state in the south was once plagued by rats. A bounty was placed on the professionals to hunt down the ratmen. As a result, the rotten ratmen ears piled up like mountains during this period of rat hunting. It is said that it drained three years of finances. But the city lord soon discovered that not only did the number of rat-men outside the city not decrease, but there were many more rat-men missing left ears...
At the rate of rat-men's reproduction, one professional would be exchanged for a hundred rat-men. It's all a loss, but a hundred ratmen can definitely fight against ten professionals.
"Do you have any suggestions?" Olmedo asked sincerely. "Try scavengers? They know how to deal with those rats."
"I thought so too. And what do you think of Glacier Bay?"
"I don't understand what you mean."
"As your territory."
This was the third time Olmedo mentioned the territory. Annan frowned: "Did your father ask you to do this?"
"It was indeed my father's suggestion, but I also Think so. Annan, you are gradually becoming an excellent lord. Maybe you don’t realize this, but I think you can help me.”
The last time Annan heard similar words was from the centurion. He is a "standard warlock".
Olmedo said that there is no seaport in the northernmost part of the kingdom. All supplies in Breeze City are transported by land. Nothing is unexpected on the thousands of miles of road, just like what Annan heard in the Morrowind Tavern. That joke - a caravan traveling from the south to Breeze City was exploited through the vampire kingdom, plundered by orcs in the swamps of Faerûn, and escaped from the Skaven in the Blackwood Highlands. After repelling the endless alien races, a group of bandits appeared when they were approaching Breeze City. The leader of the caravan cursed at them: A group of humans are fucking robbing me too?
Fortunately, the forest and sea surrounding Breeze City are quite rich in products. In addition, the devil's iron in the snow mountain fortress is a scarce resource and can attract caravans. Otherwise, why would the profit-seeking merchants take the risk to come to Breeze City? Receive goods?
Annan realized Olmedo's "conspiracy" at this moment: "So you actually want me to spend my own money to build a seaport near Breeze City to make it easier for supplies to come in and out?"
"The business opportunities contained in magic images We can all see, don't you think it's a pity that it can't spread to the south?" Olmedo continued to seduce Annan, "And you only have one port in the northern part of the kingdom. When it is completed, Breeze City may only be able to get some soup. ."
"I need to think about it."
...
"When a person owns a village, he will worry about the development of the village. The walls will be strengthened due to alien attacks, food will be stored for fear of disaster, and expenditure will be cut due to lack of tax revenue..."
When Annan talked about this with Michael and Bronzebeard, Michael read a long poem.
“Did the bard teach you these words?”
“I read them in a certain book.” Michael did not say the name of the book, “Why didn’t you agree to him? You can't keep pretending to be the King of the North. Annan, you need your true identity."
"Wouldn't leaving Breeze City at this time give the rat people who hate Annan a chance?" Francois said the opposite.
Annan thought so too, so he didn't agree to Olmedo.
But Glacier Bay is indeed a suitable territory. It is named after the clear and biting snow water after the snow mountains melt. Because of the cold, there are no sea people in the sea. At most, there are some sea evils, but they usually do not come close to the coast.
The land is a little more complicated. The snow-capped mountains and forests in the north are home to races such as giants, white dragons, and cave dwarves, while the south is the territory of druids, orcs, and elves. And because Glacier Bay has not been opened up, building villages or cultivating farmland requires manpower and money.
A territory of one's own...
Well, Annan is indeed a little moved.
After all, as a warlock who can only cast summoning spells, Annan has made too much money and doesn’t know how to spend it. After the release of "The Fall of the Wizard Tower", it can be expected that there will be more troubles with happiness.
A bottomless pit territory that requires investing unlimited money is indeed a good idea.
Putting aside the excitement for the territory for the time being, Annan completed the "reality part" before evening, and completed the illusion part with Tina Wright like they were building sand sculptures on the beach. The filming of "The Fall of the Mage Tower" officially ended.
Now it's just a matter of editing the magical images into complete stories.
After half a month of busy work, it’s time to go back to the manor. Annan thought.
(End of this chapter)