Emperor of Arcane

Beelzebub the Barbarian remained where he was after all. ▲𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑒 Search for 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑚Read▲

Not only because of these elite soldiers, but also because the old shaman Tana told him before coming.

Unless you are in mortal danger, you must hold back.

Before he could react, the soldiers in front of the gate had already started to line up everyone.

"If you can, please come and make records for us. We need to register everyone."

Old John, with a smile on his face, looked at the tall barbarian and pointed at the big guy lining up on the other side.

Beelzebub looked at Old John hesitantly, and what surprised him was that the latter did not show his familiar hostility, but a touch of joy.

This is so strange!

Old John, who was quite familiar with him, pointed at the cart pullers queuing up and continued to explain in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Have you seen them? Whether they are cart drivers, wanderers, adventurers, or even former kobolds, they will not encounter unexpected dangers, as long as they abide by the rules of the territory."

Beelzebub looked at these soldiers, not like the soldiers he had seen before, who deliberately wanted some "benefits" in the name of searches and inspections.

Everyone, including the adventurers, had their weapons taken away one by one, and then received a piece of paper.

"After the weapons are registered, they are saved through the number plate they get, and they can be obtained again after leaving the village. This is to ensure that no vicious incidents will happen in the village..."

The unprecedented strict control of weapons far exceeded Beelzebub's imagination.

Especially those adventurers who were usually arrogant and arrogant actually handed over their weapons obediently as if they had known about it for a long time, completely losing their usual unruliness.

It’s so weird!

Under this situation, although Beelzebub felt a little weird, he relaxed temporarily.

Although the situation in Bay Village is a bit weird, at least they are not in too much danger. With expectations already low, Beelzebub has nothing else to ask for.

Just as everyone was lining up to enter the village, Adam Smith, who was in a complicated mood, also walked into the Lord's Mansion, which was completely unchanged from the Bay Village.

Behind him, the old shaman Tana with a complex expression looked at the teeth falling from the sky and whispered in disbelief:

"dragon!"

The fangs that flew down landed accurately on Matthew's shoulders.

She stretched out very comfortably, showing off her extremely graceful figure and her increasingly shining silver body.

Although it looks relatively small, both its wings and claws are already very sharp and perfect.

The old shaman Tana looked at the almost perfect creature in front of her. Some horrific scenes flashed through her mind, and she lowered her head slightly.

Stroking the smooth back of Yaya, Matthew browsed the attributes of old shaman Tana, smiled slightly and said:

"It seems that the battle between you and the Eastern Empire is really fierce!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone else was a little confused, wondering what Matthew was talking about.

Only the old shaman Tana looked at Matthew's dark pupils in shock and asked in horror:

"How do you know..."

Name: Tana.

Age: 112 years old.

Occupation: Level 12 high-level shaman, master breeder.

Identity: Chief Shaman of the Hotak Clan in the Eastern Continent.

talent:? ? ?

Expertise:? ? ?

inherited:? ? ?

Attributes:? ? ?

Although he didn't see through her strength at the first time, Matthew also obtained enough information.

With a mysterious smile, Matthew did not answer directly, just to show off his background and strength, and said softly in a gentle tone:

"Since you know Common Language, that would be great. Since we paid for you and your people, as long as you work for me for 5 years."

"And during these five years, you can get due remuneration, adequate food and conditions."

"After five years, you are free to leave, but you must give up everything here. The next time you join, you will have to start from scratch."

"Of course, if you don't agree to this condition, then you owe me 1,000 gold coins. After working for me to repay it, you can leave directly..."

After hearing Matthew's words, the old shaman Tana, who had read countless people, suddenly felt that she could not see through the young lord in front of her. She went through the conditions in her mind, and it could be said that he was extremely generous.

But in the opinion of old shaman Tana, the more favorable the conditions, the deeper reasons may be hidden behind them.

However, she seemed powerless to resist, as Matthew rightly put it.

When their Hotak clan encountered the terrifying troops of the Eastern Empire on the battlefield, they suffered heavy losses and almost lost all their vitality.

Their fate is no longer in their own hands.

Seeing that she was so depressed, Matthew couldn't help but remember that the battle that seemed to exist only in the background story was most likely not as simple as he imagined, and continued to say plainly:

"There's nothing special about you, don't worry. If you are willing to stay longer in Bay Village, then you should learn Common Language..."

Before he finished speaking, Matthew turned around and left. Only then did the two bodyguards, Jin Ya and Yin Ya, move their fierce eyes away from the old shaman Tana's vitals.

She was left in a daze on the spot!

Back at the Lord's Mansion, Butler Ralph took the supply list handed over by Adam Smith and was keenly aware of the changes in it.

"Two million pounds of wheat, the total price is 1,100 gold coins, the price per pound has increased by 1 copper coin?"

"The casting materials are 3,000 pounds, and the total price is 360 gold coins. The price per pound has increased by 2 silver coins?"

Butler Ralph quickly informed Matthew of the changes, and the latter saw the problem at a glance:

"These two things may seem inconspicuous, but they are extremely important to the entire Netheril Empire."

"The former represents the basis of people's livelihood, and the latter represents the changes in spell casters..."

"Have the prices of production materials dropped?"

If the price of just one or two items fluctuates, Matthew won't think anything of it.

But when the prices of almost all supplies showed significant changes, and combined with the memories in his mind, he immediately discovered some clues.

"Sure enough, the level of contact before was not enough to discover the cause of this subtle change."

"It seems now that some forces have begun to make preparations..."

"After all, prophecy is not a rare spell..."

"Maybe I only saw a few words, but the changes must be real!"

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, and Matthew quickly put them aside and focused more seriously on the present.

Currently, Bay Village has stored 4.4 million pounds of wheat, enough to consume 20,000 people for a year.

Nearly 5,000 pounds of spellcasting materials are enough for him and his students to use for a long time.

Don’t worry too much about these two things for now!

However, in Matthew's plan, Bay Village will continue to expand in size, and new personnel will be recruited almost every week.

There are still 6 months left before the winter when it will snow heavily, and the recruitment rate is maintained at about 1,500 people.

By the time winter approaches, the overall population of Bay Village may even reach 50,000.

Not to mention, next year there will be a wave of terrifying and destructive orcs!

These things are currently far from enough!

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