"Your Highness, why would the druid help us? Is there a trick?"

In the palace of New Cyre City in the east of the Kingdom of Breland, the exiled prince of Cyre was discussing the affairs of Storm Bay with his close ministers.

Although he is called a prince, he is actually nearly sixty years old this year.

Unlike the queen of Aundair, this prince has lost most of his power and has no way to obtain alchemical potions to prolong life and maintain youth, so he is now a little old.

Hearing his close ministers talking about this, he was silent for a moment, then replied: "The druid wants our young men to help him build the Storm Bay, but that's okay. Our people just need a place to train their strength. Exploring the Mournland is too dangerous. It's no different from sending ordinary people to their deaths if they go in."

Out of longing for their homeland, the people of Seer have never stopped exploring the original Seer, which is now the sad homeland.

Most were slain by the harsh environment of the Mournland, while the rest were slain by animated spells and warforged controlled by the Lord of Blades.

Very few people can actually get close to the center of the Land of Sorrow, let alone solve the cause of the huge explosion and the solution to the harsh environment of the Land of Sorrow today.

"But if the young and strong people go there, will they just stay there and never come back?"

Seeing that his prince seemed to agree with this proposal, the minister raised another doubt.

This is indeed something that people in his position should consider.

If you want to restore your country, you must at least have a population base. Restoring the country in the way that Murong Fu did in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" is simply like a dream.

"So we have to screen them! We have to find some people who are on good terms with their families but are in some difficulties. Their parents and relatives are here, and the person they like is here. No matter how far they go, they will come back in the end.

We can also send away some of those who have nothing to worry about. After all, they are still the remnants of Sayre. Maybe some of them will become famous in the future, which will be helpful to our cause of restoring our country."

Upon hearing the words of their prince, the ministers bowed.

"Your idea is brilliant. I'll arrange it right away!"

Almost at the same time as New Cyre took action, the Eye of the Kingdom of Andair was also given the task of investigating the matter.

By the time the Eye of the Kingdom sent the information back to Andel and Mooreband, two days had passed.

…

Walking out of the residence of the Copy Dragon Mark Family, Mooreban was worried about the situation getting bigger and bigger, but suddenly he heard the sound of fighting in the distance.

When I got closer out of curiosity, I found that there were two groups of people fighting for a magic item.

Because the headquarters of the major forces have protective barriers and guards, they cannot enter those places, and now they are hiding from the tree spirits in the town and struggling to survive.

There was enough food, but they had to sleep in the open air all day, making them like savages.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, the conversation of this group of people caught Moore's attention.

"What's the point of robbing us? If you have the ability, go to the underground ruins and rob those safe places!"

Because Carl lives in the underground ruins, Moore is a little sensitive to this word now.

But when he thought about his apprentice's somewhat brutal firepower combination, it seemed that these people were not really cut out for it.

"Humph! Do you think we are stupid? That young artificer is said to have killed a druid who is at least level 11. We can't afford to mess with such a character. Give us the things right away!"

"I'm not talking about the bastion, but the old fortress. When the plague was raging, the artificer tore down the entire fortress and rebuilt it. Now there are a group of children living in it. I came out of there."

After hearing what the other party said, the robber looked the other party up and down.

"Aren't you sick? You have a good place to live, but you run away?"

"Oh, that place is controlled, once you enter, you can't leave, it's like a prison, and you can't do anything to others.

Storm Bay is in such a mess now, why don't we join forces to occupy that place, maybe we can take the opportunity to expand in the future!"

The man who was robbed was quite eloquent, and after his words, the robber was actually persuaded.

Seeing this, the person who had been robbed showed what was in his arms.

"We have quite a few people in our two groups, and the defense of that place is not too strong. What do you think? Shall we do it?"

Gritting his teeth and sniffing, the robber nodded and agreed to this no-cost deal.

Mooreban, who was eavesdropping, frowned and wanted to kill this group of people directly.

But on second thought, he gave up.

“This kid must have been negligent, let me take a look at the situation.

If this group of people really occupy the place built by Carl, I will kill them and take it back.

Alas, I finally caught a glimpse of this kid's mistakes. It's really hard to be his master."

After quietly casting an invisibility spell on himself, Mooreban followed the group of people back to the underground ruins.

After entering the tunnel, the group turned right.

"Is there something else going on here? Judging from the appearance of the walls, they might have been built by ancient humans or elves."

Subconsciously, Mooreban began to identify the remaining buildings in the underground ruins.

Just then, a fortress-like building appeared in front.

As soon as he saw the structure of the building, Mooreban knew it was the work of his apprentice.

The robbers rushed up without saying a word, because there were no professionals guarding the fortress and it looked extremely empty.

With this thought in mind, he rushed forward first.

But Mooreban noticed that the group that had been robbed earlier gradually slowed down during the charge, and in the end they simply stopped moving.

“Swish!”

Just when this group of people crossed a certain boundary, an extremely thin "line" suddenly straightened and then was swept forward by two robotic arms.

The robbers' bodies were broken into two pieces from the waist down, which looked horrifying.

"What the hell? What material?"

As the saying goes, the layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the details.

Mooreban could tell at a glance that the material of the thread was unusual.

Ordinary metal wires cannot achieve this level unless the relative speed of the two parties reaches a certain standard.

But neither the robbers nor the silk thread were very fast.

Without caring about what the remaining people would do afterwards, Mooreban turned around and went back to the Bastion Base.

"My dear disciple! What material is the silk thread you used in the passage of that fortress?"

As soon as he entered the door, Mooreban asked about this matter as soon as he saw Karl.

It took Carl a while to finally realize what his master was talking about.

Then, a slightly smug expression appeared on his face.

"You've never seen this before? This is called nanomaterial!"

The existence of magic makes some things much simpler. Relying on the memories of his previous life, Carl tried to make a nano flying knife when he was "leveling up" some time ago.

But no matter how convenient magic is, there are always things that cannot be done, especially when Carl doesn't know the specific principles.

So Carl finally obtained a pseudo-nano flying knife that was very strong but did not meet the theoretical requirements.

Making this thing was extremely complicated, so after Carl recorded the process, he stopped producing it.

The one he had already made was used by him as the mechanism at the entrance of the new city.

He didn't expect this thing to be of much use at the time.

"Not metal?"

The word nano does not exist in the common language of Khorvaire, so Karl used Giant language to express it.

Similar to Chinese, Giant language also has the unique expressive power of hieroglyphics, and Mooreban understood the meaning of the word in seconds.

"No, um, it's almost similar to the carbon fiber material I made before. What's wrong, Master?"

Seeing Mooreban thinking there, Carl asked curiously.

"It's okay. I was thinking, if I use this material to make prosthetics, can I bypass the characteristic restrictions of druids and allow them to install prosthetics or something like that?"

"ah?"

…

On the other hand, at the same time when Mooreban turned to leave, the young man who ran out of the new city had already started to collect the robbers' body parts and equipment with his companions using sticks and other things.

"How lucky! This is the third group of people who have been fooled. Didn't they see the warning signs on both sides when they ran over?"

In the crowd, a rather burly young man spoke with a mocking look on his face, and at both ends of this passage, Carl had indeed written words in the common language "There is a trap ahead, be careful or you will be cut in half."

"Humph! These short-sighted fellows naturally see very little. Let's go and try to trick another group of people over so that we can have enough equipment to form a team!"

After quickly disposing of the body, the young man picked up some equipment and put it on, then left with his companions.

In the new city opposite, the young holy warrior felt a little uncomfortable when he saw these people leaving.

"Alas~, I didn't expect that he would become like this now. Shouldn't we have saved him in the first place?"

The young man was one of the people who had been rescued by Joanna and others before.

Because he had been confined in the fortress for a long time, he took the initiative to leave.

During this period of time, the young holy warrior witnessed him luring others to die many times.

This made him vaguely doubt his original act of saving people.

Faintly, the divine power mobilized by the young holy warrior dimmed a little.

"Instructor! The dinner party that Boss Carl mentioned is about to start! Take us to the Bastion Base as soon as possible!"

Just then, the half-elf girl who was brought back by Carl ran over.

Because of the arrival of Moore's class, Carl decided to invite those who received his funding to come together.

Maybe even Carl himself didn't realize that once he had a backer, he started to act recklessly.

(End of this chapter)