“Work hard and become a third-generation rich man!”
“Try your best to avoid failure!”
At this time, Bailang Island had become a large construction site. More than a dozen captured wizards waved their staffs together, and the magic power injected the surrounding earth elements into the ground, and the soft soil on the ground began to become hard.
Then the captured sixth-level old wizard waved his staff, and the more powerful magic power pulled up the hard stone from the ground. Then the magic power, like delicate hands, twisted the hard stone filled with earth elements into an exquisite three-story building.
The port, which was once a blank land, gradually came to life under the waving of the wizards' staffs, and buildings emerged from the ground like building blocks.
The residents of Bailang Island also worked very hard. Under the leadership of an old man, they reclaimed the land so that the wizard could focus more on building houses.
After these people learned that this kind of house, which only nobles could enjoy, was built for them, even the elderly and children on the island came out to participate.
The old man in charge of directing this project is Sur, the eldest disciple of Tigwen who stayed on White Wave Island. He stayed on White Wave Island specifically because he knew there was a project on White Wave Island, but he didn't expect it to be so big, so he directly sent a wizard.
You have to know that once you become a wizard, although you cannot become a noble, you have crossed the class line. How can you become a lowly craftsman? This can be a hobby, but it must never be a job, otherwise you will be ridiculed by other wizards.
But Xia Lan gave too much. Looking at the Stone Soul Grass hanging on the Silver Deer, all the mages working there worked harder and became more wary of their former companions. There was only one Stone Soul Grass, and Xia Lan said that only the person who worked the most could get it, so everyone who worked with her was a competitor.
On the Silver Deer, Xia Lan, lying in a rocking chair, was very satisfied with this. These buildings were made by wizards and were somewhat enchanted. Although they could not be compared with real enchanted artifacts, they could be used as a gimmick to raise housing prices in the future.
The housing for the residents of Bailang Island is free, which is equivalent to demolition compensation. It is a good deal to exchange a shabby shack for a brick house, but rent needs to be paid for the commercial street in the port.
Ever since Varyan slaughtered a group of sea merchants, White Wave Island has been completely isolated by the Chamber of Commerce, and no merchant ship comes here anymore. However, Xialan can develop an internal circulation economy and then form its own merchant fleet to earn foreign exchange. With the support of Bolavis, it can be completely self-sufficient in this underdeveloped Middle Ages without the middlemen making a profit from the price difference.
"Your Majesty, are we really going to give the Stone Soul Grass to the mage who does the most work?"
Arsen felt a little distressed when he saw the tireless working mage. He only got three plants in the last transaction with Ash Mido, and it was not enough for his own people.
"How is that possible? I might as well trick a seventh-level mage into performing a large house-building spell on us. As for why it's so slow, didn't you see that old mage is here too? They're only fourth-level at best. Are they risking their lives to compete with a sixth-level mage?"
Xia Lan only recruited five of these mages, two of whom were undercover agents left by Weining Paro, so Xia Lan did not feel sorry for using them. These young mages did not need high-level knowledge at the moment, and the Thirteen Councils also had low-level knowledge.
The nobles who need knowledge have the resources for cultivation, but they want more knowledge to become stronger. However, these little mages who are affiliated with the Thirteen Councils currently need the resources for cultivation, and the knowledge provided by the Thirteen Councils is sufficient.
At high levels, the nobles will not open core knowledge to outsiders, and these mages will only need knowledge when they sign a harsh soul contract.
At this stage, the cultivation resources they need are beyond Xia Lan's reach. The Stone Soul Grass they obtained with great difficulty can only be used to fish, and is not even enough for their own people to share. How can they possibly pay a high price to poach mages from the Thirteen Councils?
Wouldn't it be better to have the resources to slowly develop your own team? Not only will your own team members have a stronger sense of identity, but you can also motivate ambitious people and improve the enthusiasm of your subordinates.
"Why did that old guy lower himself to compete with the younger generation?"
Arsen couldn't believe it. This old guy was already level six and was competing with a group of young mages.
Xia Lan smiled without saying anything. The most important thing for a mage is the staff. A sixth-level mage without a staff may not be as strong as a golden warrior.
The Thirteen Councils are wealthy and powerful, so of course they can find him a new one. However, this staff has been with him for decades and the compatibility with it is already very high. After replacing it with a new staff, its strength will definitely be greatly reduced. This is why he is so obsessed with this staff.
As for the promise to give this staff to Phaudis, Xia Lan could only say sorry. At worst, he would not give him a scarecrow, but would give him a set of blue-patterned armor. It was really too much given by the old guy.
Not only did he volunteer to help them build a house, he also promised not to take the Stone Soul Grass he won, but also gave them another Stone Soul Grass and a magic stone that could be used to make a staff. What else could Xia Lan say? What else could he say?
Adding this unredeemable Stone Soul Grass, Xia Lan has made money twice, so sorry!
"Mr. Special Envoy, this is a letter from the Council of Thirteen."
Weining Paro had the ghost bird delivering the letter on his shoulder, but before he could get close, he was stopped by Wodek, who personally took the letter and handed it to Xia Lan.
After reading the letter, Xia Lan lay in the rocking chair for a while with a complicated expression before saying, "I agree to your terms, but please send the ransom and the promised items quickly."
Weining Paro said nothing, bowed and turned away.
"What's in the letter?"
Varean, who was standing beside him, noticed that Xia Lan's face looked strange after reading the letter, and asked curiously.
"The situation in the north has changed dramatically. Ashe Midor has sunk all the captives into the sea, and the Council of Thirteen is trying to recruit us to fight him together."
Xia Lan gave all the low-level officers and extraordinary people of the Nine Demon Fleet captured this time to Ash Mido. The remaining ordinary soldiers were all wealthy people with high loyalty to the Thirteen Councils, and they were all treated as pirates and sunk into the sea by Ash Mido.
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