The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Just as the half-goat was standing blankly at the gate, not knowing whether to enter, Atilan finally sensed the aura of the half-goat and centaurs at the town entrance.

"Gather people to move the grain from the gatehouse, and also have the cooks boil more hot water."

Then, he soared into the sky, appearing in front of the half-goat in a few breaths, crossing several hundred meters.

"Why aren't you going in? What are you all doing standing at the gatehouse in a daze?"

The half-goat pointed hesitantly at the neat gatehouse and the sunflower garden surrounded by fences, asking:

"Did you instruct the fish-men to build all of this?"

Atilan proudly introduced, "Except for the sunflowers, which I used druid magic to cultivate this morning, the rest were built by the fish-men."

For example, the fence of the flower garden came from the fish-men's old dilapidated house building materials. As a druid, one should learn to reuse wooden building materials multiple times, making it green and environmentally friendly.

"Tsk tsk, I can't believe that the fish-men's hands can also build such exquisite buildings."

The Chinese-style gatehouse was indeed refreshing for the half-goat and centaurs.

"Come in, I've had people prepare hot soup and roasted meat. I'll trouble everyone to help move the grain."

These ten centaurs carried eight hundred catties of grain each, crossing the forest to deliver it to Greenscale Town. Even if Atilan didn't pay them wages, he should at least let them have a good meal.

Two wild boars definitely wouldn't be enough, so he nudged the half-goat with his tail.

"Mepp, you can be considered half an owner here. Help entertain the centaurs. Just follow this road and you'll see an oak tree. Please make do and rest in the open space for now."

"Once the tavern is built, I'll definitely treat everyone to a night of drinking."

Atilan made a circular arrangement in the center of this 800-meter-long commercial street to facilitate the tavern in the south and the inn in the north to accommodate more guests, while also avoiding congestion.

Because of the tempering of the Oak Guard, the bear-men believed that Atilan's cultivation difficulty should go up a notch, allowing him to break away from the low-level hobby of planting flowers and trees!

And instead carry out forest resource reallocation!

Tree Transplantation!

As trees grow, adjacent trees will compete with each other, which requires druids to artificially adjust the layout of the trees so that the trees can continue to grow, and the area of the forest will also be expanded.

When a tree, or even a row of trees, suddenly appears on the edge of the forest, don't panic, this is the druid doing things.

Atilan's task was to transfer the extra trees to the edge of the forest. The bear-men taught Atilan their optimized tree transfer technique. It was not easy to transfer a tree more than ten meters tall to dozens of miles away.

Even if the transfer technique could shrink the tree for easy carrying, the druid needed to continuously mobilize natural magic to maintain the spell during the process. A little carelessness would cause it to lose control, and the druid would suffer if he was crushed by the heavy tree.

Atilan tried to be quick the first time he transported it and was almost crushed to death by the tree. After that, he patiently transported it slowly. Anyway, the bear-men only asked him to do things and didn't stipulate that all the unharmonious trees had to be transferred before a certain time.

Therefore, Atilan took advantage of his position and transferred the extra fruit trees and nuts to the vicinity of Greenscale Town. The half-goat saw it all. He understood that Atilan wanted him to entertain so that he could go hunting for food to entertain the centaurs.

"Why don't you just use druid magic to ripen the fruits and nuts in the orchard? That would be enough for everyone to have a good meal."

The half-goat was already very tired. He also experienced the long journey with these centaurs, okay? This damn Atilan really didn't treat him like an outsider!

Atilan smiled and patted the half-goat's shoulder.

"This Greenscale Town is still missing a town chief. I have high hopes for you."

Compared to living in the forest with the tiger-men, the half-goat actually preferred lively towns and gatherings of intelligent life, so he liked to run to the centaur tribe and the halfling town.

Now that there was an opportunity to become a town chief in front of him, Mepp would naturally not miss it. The originally listless half-goat instantly became radiant and said with his head held high:

"Everyone, from now on, Town Chief Mepp will be responsible for entertaining you."

Mepp was really the most suitable candidate for town chief among the people Atilan knew. First of all, he had traveled the continent, visiting the human duchies, the elven forests, the dwarven kingdoms, the halfling towns, and the barbarian tribes.

As a wanderer, his rhetoric was superb, he was eloquent, and he had seen many city leaders. Moreover, he entered the role so quickly that Atilan believed Mepp would be a suitable town chief.

Atilan went to the forest again and caught two giant lizards and handed them over to the chef, so that this thanksgiving dinner would not be too shabby. He couldn't help it. His magic power had to be used to transfer large trees and economic crops.

Outside the singing and dancing crowd, the half-goat drank the fish soup and looked at Atilan with admiration.

"I've only been gone for a month, and you've not only created such a neat town, but even you yourself have grown a whole circle bigger. What exactly have you been eating this month?"

Just now, he was preoccupied with being shocked by the changes in the fish-men tribe. Now Mepp realized that Atilan's progress was equally exaggerated.

"My little progress is not worth mentioning. I think the most important thing now is the industrial layout and manpower issues of Greenscale Town. Town Chief Mepp, where do you think we should recruit townspeople?"

"I think with the reputation of the town chief, you will definitely be able to recruit a lot of manpower, right?"

Mepp's body stiffened. What reputation could a wanderer who was less than level ten have? If he emptied his savings, he should be able to buy a few good slaves in the human towns in the north.

"I plan to train a few wanderers, I'll leave it to you."

The half-goat smiled confidently, patted his chest, and asked:

"No problem, do you need me to teach them magic?"

Atilan was quite surprised.

"Aren't you a wanderer? How can wanderers know magic?"

"Of course! I am an elite among wanderers, a trickster! Coupled with the half-goat's natural spell-like abilities, I can walk the world without fear!"

"Then why were you almost killed by the human lord in the first place, and needed the tiger-men to save you?"

Can you not expose my shortcomings? Don't you know that the biggest characteristic of humans is that there are many of them? Once a wanderer's vision is exposed and surrounded by people, with knives, guns, swords, and halberds all stabbing at him, the wanderer can't stop them at all.

Looking at Mepp's dark face, Atilan said with a smile:

"It's enough to teach them stealth, concealment, and rhetoric. At most, they can learn a little lock picking and assassination. Forget about magic. There is always a strange feeling about wanderers learning magic."

"Compared to a trickster, I think the Shadow Warrior profession is more suitable for thieves to advance."

The half-goat nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that after he learned the knowledge of the trickster, his wanderer level regressed instead of progressing, which led to him slipping and being discovered by the human lord.

Atilan directly asked the old fish-man to bring the two apprentices to Mepp. Looking at one of the apprentices, he suddenly felt that he looked a little familiar.

"This is?"

"He is the eldest son of the strong fish-man. He is a little smaller, but he is flexible enough."

Isn't this the little fish-man who ate his big blue fish? So he is not a minor, he is just small!

Being small is indeed suitable for the wanderer profession. If this little fish-man learns some magic and equips a shark spirit, wouldn't he be a Tidecaller?

It's on the recommendation list, everyone must come and contribute a follow-up reading on Tuesday.