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Chapter 104 - 104 95 Too Many Materials to Handle

104: Chapter 95: Too Many Materials to Handle 104: Chapter 95: Too Many Materials to Handle “Great Armand…”

Old Cheli rubbed his hands together, his face showing a mix of reverence and fear, “The merchants come from the East, yet they never disclose their trade route, a route that’s absolutely stable and safe, which is their biggest secret for survival.”

Being summoned from Prey Town by the Lord himself was an honor, and being received individually was even a nobler blessing, but if he could not address the Lord’s doubts, he should worry whether he could withstand this special favor.

After the Undead had explored the path to Dragon Tooth Mountain, Lind concluded that there were definitely other ways to reach the east of the Red Dragon Foothills.

Although so far he hadn’t obtained more useful information, considering every path that the dispersed Undead took was fraught with dangers, the Dragon Tooth Mountain path was not suitable for ordinary merchant caravans where even the Great Knight did not venture—it was too perilous, not only due to the diversity of monsters but also because of the multitude of ferocious wild beasts.

The premise of making a profit was to successfully deliver the goods to their destination, and while merchants could afford to take risks for profit’s sake, it didn’t mean they would recklessly forge ahead into certain death.

Lind sized up Old Cheli and did not respond immediately.

It was evident that Old Cheli had been living well recently; slight rosy blushes adorned his wrinkled old face, and he had grown fatter, enough to see a double chin when he looked down—which at his age was not easy, requiring more delicacies than a younger body would need.

Sometimes, a silent stare can bring more pressure.

Old Cheli suddenly knelt to the ground with practiced grace, “I am forever loyal to you!”

He was more eager than anyone to prove his loyalty.

On his way here, he had already heard that from the east of the Red Dragon Foothills had come a powerful figure, said to have once controlled Prey Town within a short period, and that Crazy Wolf, an inconspicuous follower of his, was now under him.

Such figures, he believed, were people he might never meet in his lifetime…

and this particular figure even rode a dragon.

And what then?

Reflecting on what he had seen upon arriving at Star Dragon Ridge’s outpost, he saw on the small square a massive, ferocious head with a flat, elongated snout, each tooth inside the gaping mouth resembling a short sword, and his own fingers couldn’t even block the gaps between the teeth.

The Lord had killed a Dragon Knight, and the dragon’s head was displayed outside!

So, Old Cheli was presently utterly loyal, a loyalty that would persist until the heavens crumbled and the earth shattered… until either a second Dragon Slayer emerged or someone capable of killing Lind appeared.

“I will arrange for the most knowledgeable hunters and farmers from Prey Town to investigate and will surely bring you good news,” he said.

No matter how difficult that hidden trade route was to find, Old Cheli had to find it.

“Don’t be nervous, my friend,” Lind bent down and reached out to Old Cheli, who tremblingly placed his wrinkled hand in Lind’s palm.

Lind gently grasped his hand, then pulled up, lifting Old Cheli as light as cotton.

“I believe in your ability.”

“Thank you for your kindness,” Old Cheli raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.

He began to rethink whether he was wearing too much, otherwise why would his back be so sweaty.

Passing through the secret route in the Red Dragon Foothills was important, like having a backdoor in one’s own home.

But he had summoned Old Cheli for more than just that hidden trade route.

“Old Cheli, Prey Town needs you, but it can’t be just Prey Town!”

Old Cheli maintained his stooped forward posture, then strained his head upward, trying to appear both respectful and attentive.

“What do you mean?”

“West of the Red Dragon Foothills, everyone,” Lind said, “whether wanderers or refugees, as long as they are alive, from today onwards, they belong to Prey Town, and they can all receive Prey Town’s protection.”

With enough strength, Lind would not wait for people to be inspired and then voluntarily enlist—it was too slow.

Old Cheli swallowed his saliva.

Indeed, there were not many people west of the Red Dragon Foothills, but that was relative; people foraging in the woods, small families that could survive by finding a cave were common, there were still five or six hundred people.

These people were ill-natured and insatiably greedy, without the slightest ability to defend themselves.

Dumping so many mouths into Prey Town gave old Cheli quite a headache.

“Yes!” he nodded anyway.

Lord Armand probably only wanted to hear the word “yes,” old Cheli thought to himself.

“Sort out the talents from within, forget it,” Lind thought and then shook his head, “There’s no need to pan for gold in dung.

Just tell those people that after entering Prey Town, they will have job opportunities and enough food.

Those willing to join can do so.

Capture those who are unwilling and have them join as captives.”

His need was not only for population but also for stability; clearing the area west of Red Dragon Foothills and creating a relatively stable logistical base seemed more prudent.

People all have adaptability; with enough food and drink, any temperament can be corrected.

“Yes!” This time, old Cheli’s response was very forthright.

“Every person is important, but if there are extremely vile ones, I hope to hear rumors in the tavern about you wielding a two-handed sword to execute the criminals.”

“Yes!”

Whenever Lind made a request, old Cheli would quickly think it over in his mind and then nod in agreement.

He wouldn’t rush his answers, as that would appear as though he hadn’t listened to Lind, which would seem neglectful.

But he also wouldn’t deliberately pause too long.

Old Cheli needed only to show that he had fully received the command; analyzing the specific meaning of the assignment was something to do after leaving this place.

Lind was very satisfied with old Cheli’s attitude.

As long as he could maintain control, Cheli would offer his loyalty, regardless of whether he was cunning.

After old Cheli left, the Star Dragon Ridge outpost also started to get busy.

Exploring the paths of Dragon Tooth Mountain took even longer than expected, but the good news was that the Calamity Shadow Region in Dragon Tooth Mountain was suitable for agriculture due to its sizable area encouraging Earth Dragon habitat.

The Calamity Shadow Region in the village of the Mad Wise Ones was still too small; this time, the area around Dragon Tooth Mountain was large and could be well cultivated into farmland.

The vast harvest made the Undead so overjoyed they could hardly think of anything else, wishing they could spend the entire day immersed in it.

As a result, Lind had to make use of his subordinates to quickly construct additional warehouses; otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough room to store all the materials.

It was a vexing kind of happiness, having never been so wealthy before!

Morning.

Lind bent over a basin of water, scooping up a handful and splashing it on his face.

The skin, no longer as fair due to the exposure to sun and wind, quickly moistened upon contact with the water, pulsating as Lind patted his face.

His hair had grown longer, resting on his shoulders, bushy and somewhat unruly, like a lion’s mane.

Today, he had an appointment with a skillful barber.

Standing behind Lind with scissors, Lian’s delicate hands moved through his long hair, “Your hair grows so quickly.”

Lind’s vitality had been growing stronger; even though his height hadn’t increased, the hair on his body grew more vigorously, and even the wounds he’d had a few days ago had healed without leaving any scars.

After the contact with the Magic Potion, his body had become more and more active.

The scissors clicked, and strands of golden hair fell; Lian’s skill was excellent.

It might also be because Lind’s face was indeed handsome, and he could easily pull off any hairdo as long as it wasn’t balding excessively.

Lind touched his temples, quite satisfied.

Short hair suited him better, after all.

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