A strange world

"Teacher Yirulanze..."

"You can call me Irilan."

"Teacher Yrilan'er, your breasts are too exaggerated... Ruth should be eighty or ninety years old at this time, not eighteen or nineteen..."

"My Annan, the elves are like this even if they are nine hundred years old."

"But have you forgotten? Ruth is only human."

"Maybe she has elf blood?"

"She has no elven blood, no holy weapon to extend life, no magic to stay young, she is not an immortal, she is just an ordinary old man." Annan thought for a while and said: "Do you know Augusta Olmedo? ?”

"I saw him at the dinner party at the City Lord's Mansion three years ago."

"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 vicissitudes of blue eyes looked at him, Annan almost thought that the real Augusta Olmedo had appeared. 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 do you know today is my mother's birthday?"

"Well...Martin told me."

Annan said, "Do you have a problem with me?" before Olmedo asked more questions.

"Did you hear that?"

Annan shook his head because of the unreasonable inquiry: "I have been in the Mage Tower recently and haven't gone anywhere."

Olmedo told Annan that there were frequent sightings of ratmen around Breeze 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 tired of coping, and offering bounties in the bounty hall had little effect. Because there were only slave rats and ordinary rat people wandering outside Breeze City, 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 rat-man's left ear costs 50 copper coins."

It's 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 city-state in the south was once plagued by rats. The city lord at that time offered a high bounty of 10 silver coins per rat-man ear to professionals who hunted rat-men. People's ears piled up in mountains, and it was said that three years of finances were completely spent. But the city lord soon discovered that not only did the number of rat-men outside the city not decrease, but there were actually many more rat-men missing their left ears...

With the rate of reproduction of rat-men, exchanging one professional for a hundred rat-men would be a loss, but a hundred rat-men would definitely be able to fight against ten professionals.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Olmedo asked sincerely.

"Try the scavengers? They know what to do with those rats."

"I think so too. Also, what do you think of Glacier Bay?"

"I don't understand you."

"As your territory."

This was the third time Olmedo mentioned the territory. Annan frowned slightly: "Did your father ask you to do this?"

"It is indeed my father's suggestion, but I think so too. Annan, you are gradually becoming an excellent lord. Maybe you don't realize this yourself. I think you can help me."

The last time Annan heard similar words was when the centurion said that he was a "standard warlock".

Olmedo said that there is no seaport in the northernmost part of the kingdom, and all supplies in Breeze City are transported by land. Nothing is unexpected during the thousands of miles of journey, just like the joke Annan heard in the Morrowind Tavern - a The caravan that set out from the south to Breeze City was exploited through the vampire kingdom, plundered by orcs in the swamps of Faerûn, and escaped from the pursuit of ratmen 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 relatively rich in products, and the devil's iron in the snow mountain fortress is a scarce resource, which can also attract caravans. Otherwise, why would the profit-minded merchants risk going to Breeze City to collect 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?"

"We can all see the business opportunities contained in magic images. Don't you think it's a pity that it can't be spread to the south?" Olmedo continued to seduce Annan, "And you only have one port in the northern part of the kingdom. When Breeze City is completed, maybe Breeze City I could only get some soup.”

"I need to think about it."

…

"When a person owns a village, he will devote all his energy to the development of the village. He will strengthen the walls because he is worried about alien attacks, he will store food because he is worried about disasters, and he will increase revenue and reduce expenditure because of the 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 it in a certain book." Michael didn't 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 an opportunity?" Francois had the opposite view.

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.

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 Mage Tower", it can be expected that there will be more worries about happiness.

A bottomless pit territory that requires investing unlimited money is indeed a good idea.

Temporarily putting aside his passion for the territory, 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 busy month, it’s time to go back to the manor. Annan thought.