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Regardless of how angry the portal was, it did not hinder Heath's plan.

When the portal was captured by the craftsman, he knew that the other party was extraordinary. Since obtaining the research rights, Hai Shiz not only developed a counterfeit, but also became extremely interested in the world behind the portal.

Since ancient times, doors have been regarded as a symbol of passage. The reason why a portal can go anywhere is because it has the authority to pass.

After escaping through the portal, Heitz thought he would never see the other party again in his life. But with the help of the Monster Lord, he successfully captured the portal and left the other party's breath.

After that, he used a specially made machine as a medium and took advantage of the aura of the portal to sneak into the world behind the portal. The result was beyond his imagination.

The world behind the door hides countless terrible monsters and pollution. With the joint efforts of the three parties, he successfully developed a medium that can trigger the alienation of the mechanical city.

The Lord of Monsters gave him the authority, the Crown granted him the permission, and the breath of the portal became the pass. Of course, the most important thing was a small piece of metal from the portal. It was not a false medium, but a material cut from its body.

All these things eventually awakened the terrifying creature sleeping behind the door. Its exuding breath was enough to transform anything that merged with it, whether it was a human or a machine.

The machines emitted a low humming sound, like a silent sonata. The mechanical city aimed at the target, and the artillery fire illuminated everyone's vision, dazzling like the daylight coming again. The two sides re-started a new round of confrontation.

This gap was enough for the mechanic. The cover of the pocket watch opened automatically, and all the hands moved backwards. The slight turning sound was so deafening that it could be clearly heard by everyone.

Ai Bo immediately shouted, "Stop her!"

At the same time, the hands of the pocket watch overlapped and made a crisp clicking sound.

The mechanic snapped his fingers lightly, making a loud noise.

"Attack, soldiers!"

Time slows down to a point where it almost freezes. Mason deliberately added a leaf from the World Tree to this pocket watch. This is why it has an incredible ability that transcends its essence.

This was only part of its function, the World Tree's ability was far more than that. The damaged mechanical devices quickly recovered, and then, phantom shadows appeared on them.

One, two, three...

More and more machines appeared in the sky, most of which were phantoms from other worlds. Although there was only one chance to attack, it was enough for the battle.

The machines followed the mechanic's orders and fired at the enemy. Bright fireworks exploded in the sky, so dazzling that it seemed as if the world was about to be destroyed.

If the core is likened to a god, then the entire city is its throne. The mechanical god fell heavily, creating a huge hole in the ground.

A strong earthquake swept through the entire mechanical city. Fortunately, the quality of the city's construction was good enough, and only the outermost defense device was destroyed.

The mechanic took the opportunity to seize control of the core and forced it to stop. The entire mechanical city stopped in place, and Hai Shiz's eyes sank. The trapped androids chose to self-destruct.

A large number of spherical devices flew into the air, emitting dense pollution. The black mist spread out, causing machinery to rust, and humans would mutate if they came into contact with the mist.

The linen-haired boy tapped his fingertips lightly, and the phantom of a giant lush green tree broke through the void and enveloped the entire mechanical city. All the pollution was completely dispelled by the breeze, and the rustling of leaves echoed softly.

The sky was filled with bright stars, and the clearest one fell on the mechanic, as if indicating his status as a favorite.

We are the guardians of the World Tree. Souls from past times have returned to the world.

The World Tree cares for us as it protects its children.

The mechanic stood still, with the flourishing tree above him stretching its branches and looking at the world. All things grew and multiplied under its protection, and the traces of their fate could be vaguely seen.

The core froze in place, motionless as it bathed in the rustling of leaves. The World Tree's aura bound the entire mechanical city, forcing the flesh and blood fragments on the surface to fall continuously.

"This damned land of stars is just like a group of rats that can't be killed."

Aibo stared at the phantom of the giant tree gloomily, knowing that this plan was doomed to fail. He paid a heavy price this time, but did not get the results he wanted.

According to the plan, they were supposed to turn the core of the Mechanical City into a pollutant. The craftsmen would gain ownership, and humans would lose their most important support. But all of this was destroyed, and both Partington and the Mechanical City were in trouble.

Ai Bo sighed and said, "Let's go. There's no need to stay here any longer."

He glanced coldly at the mechanic in the distance and summoned the target. The gray door opened in the air, and just as he was about to leave, the young man felt a sudden pain in his chest. Through Hazel's shocked eyes, he realized what had happened.

Aibo lowered his head, and the sharp sword stabbed into his back and came out from his chest.

How is it possible, where did this sword come from!? Why didn't he notice it at all!?

He turned his head in surprise, and saw the linen-haired boy standing in the distance, with a playful smile on his face. Except for Ai Bo, no one saw his position.

It is said that no one can escape the target that the God of War sets his sights on. The sword he makes is indestructible and has no disadvantages. Once it is unsheathed, it will pierce the opponent's heart.

After thousands of years of assimilation by the Water Mirror, the sword has become even more deadly, and once it hits, it will immediately inject pollution into the opponent's body.

Aibo groaned, blood almost as dirty as dirt flowed from the wound on his chest, his emerald green eyes seemed to be dripping, and his skin was wriggling. If you look closely, you will find that his skin is composed of fine scales, which is more like humanoid than human skin.

He didn't even have time to say anything before he plunged headfirst into the open gray door. Heitz hurriedly followed. His ability was not in frontal combat, so he naturally would not stay in such a dangerous place. The last person's eyes flashed, and he deliberately slowed down a step and did not step into the door in time.

"Damn it, Eamonn didn't come in."

Seeing that his brother couldn't catch up, Aibo covered his chest and took out something without hesitation and threw it out through the gap. Amon caught the badge steadily and looked inside the door with a complicated expression. The familiar green eyes stared at him tightly until the gray door was completely closed.

"......"

The vibrations under his feet became stronger and stronger. Amon took a deep breath and ran in another direction without hesitation. This exchange seemed long, but in fact it only lasted three seconds.

Mason looked at the dimming artifact with some regret. He was just a novice the first time he used it, and didn't grasp the sword's usage form well. Next time, he would kill that troublemaker Aibo.

The World Tree dissipated the pollution until the last illusion disappeared. The core became quiet and stood still.

After listening to Mason's retelling, Ham heaved a sigh of relief and said, "That's it. I'll leave the rest to the researchers."

Mason went up to the high-rise conference room of the central tower, where the three researchers stood there with dazed expressions. Mason's final attack prevented Aibo from dealing with them in time.

Mason carefully examined the conditions of these researchers and found that they were under some kind of control. He found many self-defense mechanical devices and contaminants on the three researchers, and except for one burly researcher, the other two showed no signs of use.

"This must be Aibo's doing. Are dancing insects really that powerful?"

He had no doubt that the inspection measures of the Mechanical City were perfect. Even if the other party managed to enter the conference room, the researchers would have corresponding defensive measures. The lack of a trigger meant that they did not discover Aibo's infiltration at all.

He recalled his knowledge of dancing bugs and was convinced that the other party's bloodline seemed too strong. In fact, the bloodline copied by Aibo should be weaker than his own.

It is understood that Aibo copied the blood of a close confidant of the Speaker of the Parliament. But so far, Mason has never met the other party.

No, to be more precise, not only had he never seen him in person, he had never heard of similar abilities. If that confidant was really that powerful, it would definitely be recorded in the book.

Mason rubbed his forehead, and suddenly an idea popped up in his mind. This idea came suddenly, but so clear.

Is Aibo's bloodline ability really a copy?

Indeed, everyone, including Ai Bo, copied their bloodline's self-introductions, but people can lie.

As for the various bloodlines he possesses, Dan once complained that Aibo had copied his bloodline, so it was very troublesome to fight. This sentence sounds fine, but it overlooks an important point.

What if Aibo already had the corresponding bloodline before this, and just performed it in front of Dan? Bloodline is not unique. As long as you find the corresponding bloodline holder in advance, you can perfectly perform the [Copy] bloodline.

So, assuming that Aibo has been lying, what is his real bloodline ability? And why is it so strictly hidden? Ordinary abilities do not need to be hidden for more than ten years. Mason is sure that Aibo's bloodline must be very dangerous, so that he has to disguise its existence as other abilities. In order to prove his point, he needs a little more evidence.

"Hmm..."

A faint moaning sound interrupted his thoughts, and the three researchers slowly woke up. Just as they opened their eyes, they suddenly felt a pain in the back of their necks and passed out again.

Mason took his hand back and said, "Let's just let you guys fall asleep first. If you commit suicide, I'll be in a lot of trouble."

He was not sure how much control Abbott had, so to be on the safe side, Mason found ropes to tie up these people.

The wall behind the conference table flickered slightly, and through the communication between the mechanic and the core, Mason quickly understood how these things operated.

"This way, this way, and this way..."

Mason muttered and pressed the button to call a meeting.

The phantom figure appeared at the seat, and the researchers who responded to the call were stunned when they saw him, but understood the situation after the boy's explanation. They discussed it in a low voice and thanked the boy solemnly.

"There must be at least two researchers in the Mechanical City at all times. We will be back as soon as possible."

The linen-haired boy has a gentle temperament and is reliable. He has a pair of warm eyes that remind people of coffee dripped with honey, or an old book gently flipping through the afterglow of the evening. His words are both elegant and polite, but not difficult to understand. His behavior is natural and intimate, but not too presumptuous. The researchers immediately took a liking to him. They have met many big shots, but this is the first time they have met such a strange boy.

"These three researchers have been controlled and need to be dealt with."

"Don't worry about them, we can handle it."

The Mechanical City already had the technology to perform craniotomy, and Mason was not worried whether they could cure the three researchers. He kept the three researchers in a coma. After about a day, the replacement researchers arrived at the Mechanical City.

The first researchers to arrive performed surgery on the unconscious person and removed the dancing bugs from his brain. They needed to rest for a while, and during this time, others would be responsible for the safety of the Mechanical City.

The core recovered the escape pods scattered around, allowing residents to return to their homes.

In view of the fact that the Mechanical City lacks technology for androids, Mason provides Ham with technical guidance and helps the researchers to add measures to defend the androids.

Of course, this level is still useless to No. 1 and his team. They can only guard against the artificial humans created by Heise.

The researchers were very grateful for the help of Mason and others. They really took the mechanic's words to heart this time and planned to establish a branch in the new town. Obviously, the feat of defeating the core left a deep impression on the researchers, making them pay more attention to the new town.

After everything was over, Mason finally boarded the mechanical airship back home.

This is an airship specially dispatched by the Mechanical City to take them back to the new town.

Except for him, the people of the Noble Association still chose to stay in the Mechanical City. The S-level researchers promised to give them enough compensation, and in the face of interests, the bloodline people chose to agree without hesitation.

Standing on the edge of the airship and looking down, you can see the wheat fields rolling in the wind. Xinzhen sits in the middle of the wheat fields, like an island in a green lake.

"Passengers please be careful, the airship is about to land."

The electronic reminder sounded, and the mechanical airship slowly landed on the ground. Mason walked down the escalator. After a while, the new town looked very different.

The tall concrete walls were surrounded by spiked wires, and underneath grew lush green plants, all of which were carnivorous pollutants. When the guards on the observation deck saw them, they immediately sounded the alarm, and everything seemed to be in order.

Roland arrived quickly, and when he saw Mason, he congratulated him sincerely, "Welcome back, Master Mason."

"I'm back. Nothing happened while I was away, right?"

"No, there are a lot of new people in town, and everyone gets along well. The town is changing every day."

As the door opened, the scenery before them was just as Roland had said, a complete change from before.

The cement roads were smooth and neat, and the newly built buildings were all made of cement, with slender vines entwined on the surface. The number of townspeople coming and going had obviously increased significantly, and everyone was in high spirits, and it was obvious that they were living a good life.

The scent of green permeates the town, stimulating the growth of plants. Clusters of colorful flowers dot the sides of the road. Nature and concrete blend perfectly together.

Roland walked beside Mason and enthusiastically introduced the cement as they walked: "Cement is really a magical material. It greatly speeds up the construction of the new town."

"We are now planning to build a bigger furnace to speed up forging. But this requires certain construction technology. The largest furnace that the blacksmiths can build is currently used in New Town. It will be difficult to ensure heat if the scale is expanded. Mr. No. 1 said that the technology he has mastered is not suitable for the current New Town."

"Don't worry. The Mechanical City will be here soon. They will definitely find a way."

"That's great. By the way, Mr. No. 1 said he wants to see you."

Number One was concentrating on making some sophisticated chip. When he heard the sound, he turned around.

"You're back, and the mixer and steamroller you asked me to make are ready."

"Thanks a lot."

Mason's eyes lit up. Now that the two machines were ready, all that was left was to prepare enough cement to start the road construction project. Compared to manpower, machines were undoubtedly a more ideal labor force for large-scale projects.

Number One interrupted him without hesitation: "One more thing, among those recruited Westerners there is a man-made man."

Artificial human?

Mason is no stranger to this. In the Dark Ages, there was only one place associated with the word "artificial man": the Robot City! To be more precise, when he talks about artificial man now, he thinks of Hazel.

But this matter should have nothing to do with Heath, as he had just escaped from the Mechanical City, and Mason didn't think he had the energy and courage to come to the new town and cause trouble again.

After a while, the previous recruitment strategy finally worked. A group of new people poured into the new town one after another. Now they have been placed in the corresponding positions.

Mason found the person that No. 1 mentioned. He was a simple and honest adult male with well-developed muscles. He was responsible for forging iron in the blacksmith shop. He was taciturn and rarely communicated with others in private. His only hobby was drinking.

This is not a special character trait and it is inconspicuous among the recruiters.

Roland introduced: "He claimed to be a blacksmith with more than ten years of experience. So he was placed in the blacksmith group."

This is not difficult for androids. They can easily grasp various information and load it into their bodies, thus becoming the best craftsmen.

"He can't sense me." Number One observed him carefully, somewhat puzzled. "His craftsmanship is very poor. If it were in the master's time, he would only be able to clean the mechanical city."

As the most powerful mechanical master and android research expert at the time, Ham was very skilled in this area. As his masterpiece, No. 1 has a very realistic setting, so he naturally looks down on these androids.

Roland asked tentatively: "Do we want to get rid of him?"

"Why chase him away?" Mason made a prompt decision. "Give him a good position. Since he is an experienced blacksmith, we can't waste his time."

No matter what the other party wants to do, since he comes here under the name of a blacksmith, he must disguise himself, right?

Let him work! Let him work! Give him the heaviest and most strenuous work! Mason is worried about not having enough hands.

The androids were not surprised at how they gained trust so easily. Unlike the androids like No. 1, they had no emotional system. After a simple analysis, the spy chose to stay put and temporarily obey the arrangements of the territory.

There was no light in the dim room, and a long, dignified and ornate table was placed in the center. Countless bubbles floated in the air, reflecting different scenes inside, like staring eyes.

Several of the bubbles floated above the long table.

The man sitting at the head of the table had a gloomy voice. He was wearing a black robe, had an aged face, and his skin was covered with wrinkles, like a withered old tree. His dark grey eyes were extremely deep and had a unique charm. Hun had the calmness and majesty of a leader, and it was obvious that he had been in a high position for many years.

"What happened to the spies we sent out?"

The systems of the androids are interconnected and can transmit information over long distances. This is a special system passed down from the pre-Black Mist era, and it cannot be cracked by any machine except the androids.

There would naturally be no androids in such a desolate place as New Town, so the Black Mist believers sent out the android spies with confidence.

The woman with butterfly wings replied, "They didn't suspect anything. They trusted the androids we sent. They have already infiltrated the blacksmith shop in the target territory and are doing important work."

"Well done. To prevent any accidents, send another artificial spy."

The insect girl bowed her head slightly: "Understood, I will go to Hai Shiz to ask for it."

The old man turned around and asked the two faces, "What's the situation in the west?"

The overlapping voices of a man and a woman answered his question at the same time: "The fighting is at a stalemate and is expected to last for a long time."

"I see. The West has sent a new member. He has an ID card from a high-ranking member of the West. From today on, he is a new member of our team."

The ID card shows that he has a relationship with the high-ranking officials in the West. The representative sent by the West will not stay in the South for too long. Although the old man said little, he revealed the key points everywhere. It can be seen that he is not very happy about the other party's arrival, which may have made him feel threatened.

A lot of information flashed through their minds. The three of them looked at each other and said in unison, "Understood."

The old man nodded in satisfaction and clapped his hands. A secret door in the corner opened and someone slowly walked out.

Everyone present recognized at a glance that the other person was a high-level mutant. He had a stern appearance, walked with a slight limp, and his legs and feet seemed to be not very flexible.

The rebellious leader ignored everyone and sat down in an empty seat. Chimera tutted and said in a sinister tone, "As expected, he is a newcomer born from the same mother as the boss. He is really amazing."

Before he finished speaking, his body flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground. The man looked at him coldly, with a strong murderous intent emanating from his body.

He shocked everyone present without even saying a word. Although Chimera was not very smart, his physical fitness was the strongest among those present. Even he did not react, so how could the others deal with it?

The old man coughed and said slowly, "We are all high-level mutants. There is no need to fight like this. I hope you can maintain the most basic respect and at least don't quarrel in front of me."

Amon heard a hint of protection in his words. He glanced at the old man coldly and loosened his hand on his head. Chimera coughed up blood and retreated in shock, not daring to offend him again.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's talk about our next plan."

The old man smoothed things over and waved his hand. Mason's face appeared in the bubble, followed by the mechanic, Oreius, and Canaan.

"[Land of Stars], this is a mysterious organization that suddenly appeared last year. They claim to be souls from the past, and after death they became the guardians of the World Tree. The ones that can be confirmed now are Oleus, who was once the ancestor of the Luo family, and whose bloodline is to strengthen themselves and their weapons through blood."

"Canaan, the Holy Son of the Church of the Lord of All Things and All Powers, is a priest from a mysterious land. We once tried to arrange for a spy in the church to approach the other party. But after a period of getting along, the spy eventually betrayed us and became a believer of the other party, and was later secretly executed. Canaan's ability is to expand the domain, which can forcibly brainwash others, and heal, purify, and enhance personal abilities."

"Another member of their group appeared later, named Profiteer. He was confirmed dead in the Partington Incident, and his abilities were exchanged for equal value. We should be thankful that he asked for it. If he were still alive, he would bring us unimaginable trouble."

"The fourth one is the newest member, called the Mechanic. According to intelligence, she can operate machinery."

"And this——"

The old man's eyes fell on Mason's bubbles and his tone became dangerous.

"He is the darling of the World Tree and is highly valued by the Land of Stars. Your Majesty does not want them to become more powerful, so we must eliminate him."

"Then leave it to me."

The two faces laughed, and the laughter that echoed in the air was extremely unpleasant.

.......

Mason asked No. 1 to put a warning on the android, similar to a marker in a game. Once the other party sends out a message, No. 1 can immediately intercept the target location of the other party's message.

After finishing everything, Mason began to sort out what he had gained during this period.

The manure research was successful, and Roland enclosed a small field as a test field. After the road roller and mixer were developed, the next goal was to build a road between the two towns. He was not greedy, but divided the entire road into five sections, intending to open up and build them in sections. This requires a large amount of cement, which is difficult to meet with the existing raw materials. Mason plans to further explore the raw material channels, and the promotion of cement is essential.

Yes, Mason planned to sell cement! He would use the money he earned to open up more channels. He believed that as long as there was money to be made, those raw material merchants would flock to him and rush to cooperate with him.

Just as Mason was ambitiously writing out the next plan, Roland reminded him cryptically, "Master Mason, please don't forget that you still have a territory that needs to be managed. It's too far from the new town, and Mr. Rambo and I can only barely keep it running, and it's impossible to continue to promote development."

Glancing at the plan on the table, he almost wanted to grab his lord by the collar and yell: Do you know how we got through all this time! ?

Mason didn't assign any staff to the new site before he left, so during this period Rambo and he had to run around and were very busy.

Impossible, absolutely impossible. Unless the lord provides manpower, he will never agree to this plan!

Mason then remembered that he still had a private territory. He looked at Roland: "Or you..."

Roland immediately shook his head and said firmly: "My ability is limited. I really can't take care of a second place."

Owning a town of one's own is a privilege only afforded to a baron. It would attract countless people anywhere else, but it was a problem in Mason.

The town was established so recently that it was severely understaffed, and although the workforce is now increasing, the number of managers is not.

Roland and Rambo need to manage the new town, and they can't manage another town alone. Mason took this matter to heart and thought about where to get some reliable people.

Just at this time, he encountered an unexpected event.

Partington, Rowe family.

There was a gentle knock on the red-haired young man's door, and the maid said gently, "Mr. Oreius, someone has sent you a package."

The young man in the room opened his eyes and said, "Package? Where did it come from?"

"It came from the West. It was addressed to an anonymous person."

"Then come in."

The maid opened the door with permission and placed a package on the table. She bowed to Aurelius and closed the bedroom door again.

This package from the West came unexpectedly. The red-haired young man opened it and found a temporary communicator inside.

The temporary communicator is the most popular product in the Mechanical City. It can establish a temporary two-way communication channel. As long as the signal is not blocked, you can talk. The only disadvantage is that it is expensive.

The red-haired young man turned on the temporary communicator. The screen flickered twice, and a familiar voice came from the other end. Oreius recognized who it was at once.

"Hello, hello - can you hear me?"

"I heard you, Ricks, why did you send me this out of the blue?"

"Thank God, Aurelius, you finally received my letter. I'm in trouble and I need your help with something."

Ricks on the other side of the contact was overjoyed. He had been waiting for the other party to get the contact. Unfortunately, most of the supplies in the west were limited to the army, so it took him a lot of effort to find the opportunity.

Such a bumpy ride must be caused by some unknown trouble. The red-haired young man made a prompt decision: "Tell me about it."

"The pollution concentration in the west is too high. The residents of the City of Insects can no longer stay here. I know you have a say in the Luo family. Can you help me think of a way to send them out of the west?"

"This is not easy to do. You know, ordinary people are very afraid of mutants. Even in Partington today, mutants are still not exposed. No one will accept so many mutants into their territory. Once any problem occurs, it is tantamount to seeking death."

"Yes, I know. But if they stay in the West any longer, things will get worse and worse. You're the only one I can turn to."

The red-haired young man hesitated for a while, and only spoke when Rex was almost in despair.

"I have an idea. If you don't mind, I can send them south."

Having been in the Luo family for so long, he is no longer the novice who knows nothing. "The south is vast and sparsely populated, and the pollution level is lower, which is more suitable for the people of the City of Insects to survive. I know a viscount in the south. His territory is developing and needs a large population."

Ricks' eyes lit up: "Really? Thank you so much! This is a great idea!"

"Don't be too happy too soon. The lord is only responsible for receiving it. You still need to figure out how to deliver it."

"No problem. I have accumulated a lot of connections in the West, just for this moment."

"That would be fine, but there are too many of them and they are all exposed to the pollution. If something goes wrong in the south, it will be difficult to deal with."

In contrast to his worried tone, the red-haired young man's eyes flashed with a shrewd light, and he finally revealed his true purpose: "Do you want to come with us?"

Ricks was a little embarrassed: "Although I really want to go, I am the Duke's subordinate and cannot leave the West casually."

Oleus persuaded them with both emotion and reason: "The people of Insect City need you. They have traveled a long way to the south, and they still have traces of mutation on their bodies. They will definitely be excluded by the locals. If you can help them, it will be different. You will definitely lead them to a better life and make them feel more at ease."

"Rex, haven't you always wanted to make up for the mistakes of the past? Now is the best time. Lead them to happiness with your practical actions."

This sentence hit Rex's heart. The matter of Worm City has always been a shadow in his heart. After being persuaded by someone, Rex finally made up his mind: "You are right, I can't abandon them, I owe them this. Although I am very sorry to the Duke, I will talk to him. Then, I will trouble you."

He had abandoned his companions once before, and this time, he didn't want to retreat again. Even if there was a one in a thousand chance, Ricks wanted these people who had suffered so much to be happy.

"no problem!"

Mason was grinning from ear to ear. What does it mean to have a pillow fall from the sky when you are sleepy? He had no doubt about Rex's ability. No one was more suitable for this position than him. He could not only provide the people of Bug City with a stable new home, but also give full play to Rex's management ability and govern the new territory. Although Rex looked cowardly and flexible, don't forget that he led the people of Bug City to launch a counterattack and even forced them to the Queen's palace. In the last century, he would undoubtedly be a hero.

Then, in order to cope with the upcoming migration, Mason began to drastically reform his viscountship.

He first gave this place a new name, Steel Town. As the name suggests, it is a town famous for producing steel. Mason then sent people to build two furnaces in Steel Town specifically for producing cement, and built immigrant houses on the spot. Steel Town itself has a large amount of iron ore, which saves the bumpy transportation. In order to catch up with time, Mason also released the remaining artificial people in the water mirror late at night as coolies.

Every day when they wake up, the people of Steel Town will find that the town has undergone earth-shaking changes. No one knows how these neat gray houses were quietly built, and the dusty roads gradually become flat and wide. The construction speed is accelerating, and the people of Steel Town never know what they will see when they wake up the next day.

From shock at first, to admiration, and finally to common sense, the residents of Iron Town gradually got used to these strange things. The previous lord was a very cruel viscount who would never allow the people to question his decisions. Compared with the new townspeople, the residents of Iron Town are more obedient.

Since the Lord is a bloodline, then everything he does is natural, right? No one wants to displease the bloodline, and these things are beneficial to them. After a while, they accepted this matter and became more respectful of the Lord who only appeared once. Later, some outrageous legends spread in the town.