Don't Call Me A Succubus, I'm Really Just A Warlock!

After leaving the secret room, Furian went to the front line, and the master level returned to the outside of the library. Shyvana was too lazy to move, reading a book with her pillow on the golden slime in the library.

With the joy of belonging to the Winter Fortress, Mu En thought for a long time and found that she had no one to share it with.

Except for Shyvana and the others, he searched around the Winter Fortress. The special operations team was on the front line, and Bronzebeard and Irelia seemed to have evacuated with the tribe.

Mu En had no choice but to return to the tavern to let the boss, who had been holding on for a month and seemed to be dying, rest.

However, the tavern was also affected by the evacuation of various races, and business was getting worse day by day.

A week passed, and there were only two or three kittens, big and small, left in the tavern.

"well."

Mu En sat by the window of the tavern and watched the last ethnic group in the Winter Fortress evacuate.

Now only humans are really left.

The human legions on the fiefdom are moving very quickly. The levels to resist monsters have been completed, and the settlement is about to be completed.

Furian came back and said that in one week, all the people belonging to the legion in the Winter Fortress would go to the fiefdom checkpoint, and by then there would not even be the personnel to maintain the operation of the Winter Fortress.

Mu En had some small expectations.

With the main people gone, he could try to restore the Winter Fortress to its original state.

He has already thought that when the Winter Fortress can really be moved, then he will let the Winter Fortress fall directly on the fiefdom.

In this way, a city can appear directly, and since he can directly control the internal changes in Winter Fortress, city planning can be completed easily.

But he still had a nagging question.

That’s where the city’s population is recruited.

Among the remaining guests in the tavern was an old bard.

After he learned about Mu En's troubles, he gave him some advice.

"There will be a shortage of gold coins and resources, but there will be a shortage of people."

“There will also be wars between human kingdoms, but under the suppression of those big countries, small countries live very comfortably, but disasters always happen, causing people to flee their hometowns.

No noble would be willing to accept such refugees. If you don't mind, you can recruit refugees to become leaders. "

Mu En suddenly realized that in the history books he read before traveling through time, those who rebelled were recruited refugees.

There were so many people who responded to the job of losing heads. Mu En felt that he was just recruiting people from the fiefdom to fill the city's population. There should be people willing to come.

Old problems disappear and new ones appear.

Where should he go to find the refugees?

The old bard thought for a moment and pointed a place to Mu En.

"The Kingdom of Gitar is suffering from a beast disaster. You can go there and take a look."

Mu En dug out a world map from his boss's belongings. The place where Winter Fortress is located is the North, and the human kingdoms are all in Middle-earth, with an area more than forty times the size of the North.

There is a land connection between the North and Middle-earth, but it can be reached without taking a boat.

The Kingdom of Gitar is at the lower left of Middle-earth, near the middle.

"How long does it take to get from the north to the Kingdom of Gitar?" Mu En asked the old bard.

"If it was just an ordinary carriage, it would take three months."

The old bard didn't miss the last drop of the wine glass. After licking it, he showed a satisfied smile on his face and left the tavern.

Mu En looked at the world map, thinking about how to get to the Kitar Kingdom quickly.

Not to mention that I can't afford to spend time getting there, even after recruiting refugees, how to bring them back is a problem.

It would be great if there were magical flying arrows.

I miss the nth day in the imperial capital.

After the tavern closed, Mu En suddenly realized that he had no place to eat.

The restaurant opposite the tavern has been closed, and the orc owner inside has also left in the morning.

The boss came down from upstairs. He was also planning to eat, but he also saw the closed restaurant.

He and Mu En looked at each other with big eyes. Neither one of them could solve the problem of eating.

"Are you looking at each other affectionately?"

A voice sounded from the side.

The little druid girl took a bag of pancakes and ate them, looking at Mu En and the tavern owner curiously.

"Where did you get the pancakes?"

Mu En remembered that no one around here knew how to make pancakes.

"I cooked it myself. The restaurants are all closed. If I don't cook it myself, where can I get food?" the little Druid girl said doubtfully, while looking at Mu En and Mu En suspiciously.

"Don't you know how to cook?"

The little Druid girl seemed to have discovered her blind spot.

"If you give me a normal pot, spatula, and seasonings, I can make a Man-Han Banquet."

Since there was no one else here who knew about these things, Mu En started blowing directly.

"What is the Manchu Banquet? Is it delicious?"

The little druid girl was unmoved, but the tavern owner was asking.

"You don't understand even if I tell you."

"I don't understand even if you don't explain it."

The tavern owner suggested, "How about we drink enough? There are still a lot of side dishes in the tavern."

"...You can drink it yourself."

Mu En looked at the little druid girl and showed her unique trick.

"A month's worth of food."

He held up a yellow gold coin and said.

"Deal!" The little druid girl snatched away the gold coins with lightning speed.

She was afraid that Mu En would regret it.

"Then please hurry up and cook..."

Mu En returned to the store and lay down weakly.

starving……

The little druid girl took out a bag of seeds from the space props, selected a few and placed them on the ground, and then magic power surged through her body.

The next moment, the seed grew rapidly, reaching its mature size in just one breath.

After that, she skillfully borrowed the tableware in the tavern and made a salad for Mu En.

“Why are you the pancake and I’m just the salad?”

Facing Mu En's question, the little druid girl said confidently: "Isn't it normal for chefs to eat better than customers?

So is there something wrong with me eating better than you?”

"……no problem."

Mu En took a taste and found that the taste was indeed good. He thought that if the druid went to open a vegetable market, it would definitely be a dimensionality reduction blow.

But this is impossible. Druids are busy protecting the environment and planting trees every day.

I don’t know how many of the trees they planted were pried away by the ancient war trees of the elves.

Aren't the elves now confronting the dwarves? Mu En suddenly wanted to know what would happen if the druids and elves faced off.

I believe the scene will be beautiful.

After eating, Mu En returned to the Winter Library. He came to Longlong to ask if there was any faster way to get to Middle-earth, preferably with someone.

Shyvana was still sitting at the table as usual, and Mu En swept away the golden slime who was still sleeping on the drooped chair and sat down.

"Shyvana, do you know how to get to Middle-earth quickly?"

"In the past, you could teleport to Middle-earth. Ten years ago, the monsters were fierce. In order to prevent monsters from falling from the sky, Middle-earth unilaterally destroyed the teleportation circle."

Shyvana told Mu En everything she knew.

"That's going to be difficult." Mu En frowned.