Alain was frightened when he returned to his mage tower.

In the past, although his mage tower was built in the city, but there was green evil energy everywhere, and all kinds of man-eating flowers and plants had to be given to passers-by, and they couldn't survive here without a third-order level.

What now?

Countless warm green grass grows from various crevices, and trees even grow overnight in many places, blooming with pink branches, the dark clouds that always shade the sun disperse, and the pure sunlight shines down, and the whole city is full of vitality, as if it has come from the doomsday script to the farming text in an instant, and the state really can't be adjusted for a while.

The monsters under their command have taken refuge in the dungeon - sunlight is something they hate, and the dungeon was originally built for ordinary people, but as the world changes, so does their role.

I have to say that Percy thought about it when he built the city.

It's a pity that he has something to discuss with his father now, and he can't come back with me.

It doesn't matter, I can give him a new world.

As for the fact that there is no rift leading to purgatory...... You can try the portal, after all, even if the space is made up, it must be very weak, and the portal will consume a lot less mana, so the consumption and income will be offset, and there should still be money.

And it's safer.

"You mean to set up a fixed-point portal, one in purgatory and one in our city?" The skeleton mage looked at the map and asked Alain.

"That's right, the portal can't withstand the passage of a life more powerful than the spellcaster, and forcing it through can only cause spatial distortion, and I don't know which void to be thrown into, so you can try it, we have a lot of raw materials for goods that are produced in purgatory, if we don't pay it, we will pay sky-high liquidated damages." Alan planned the liquidated damages, typed a string of numbers into the magic chronicle, and easily persuaded his teacher and subordinate.

"In principle, I agree to your request, so where do you get out of the cost of the portal? Recently, we have been unable to make ends meet since we built the city, and we are barely able to maintain it with your alchemy, and the fixed-point portal needs a large number of Mithril carving circles and a large number of magic crystals to maintain the passage, what are you going to do? The skeleton pointed out the problem, and had some concerns about this suggestion, "Don't talk about loans, your card is about to burst, and this cash flow can't be broken." ”

"Of course I don't have ......," Alain smiled purely, his pretty teeth flashing coldly, "but you do." ”

"But why should I give it to you?" The skeleton tilted its head, and the green fire in its eyes soared.

"It's not giving, it's investing!" Alan said categorically, "The portal must be charged, I will contribute the technology, you will pay the funds, and the toll will be fifty-five cents, you can come and see!" ”

Alan slapped on the map: "I've calculated, according to the previous flow of people, we used to trade more than five thousand people a day, and their income changed hands tenfold, of course, we too, even if there is only one-tenth left because of the high toll, our daily income is very considerable, there is no problem in maintaining your research, and even you can be a research boss and divide more topics, isn't this more efficient than you only leading a team?" ”

"It makes sense, but it's useless, I just know that you are very dangerous now, and if you are not careful, you may go bankrupt, so I am not ready to get on your broken ship for the time being, thank you." Skeletons can't say no more directly.

"I've found new cash flow." Alan drew a circle in the southwest of his territory, which was the location south of the Southwest Mountain Range, and it was half of the relatively flat land, "Here I am going to buy a duke in the south, 190,000 square kilometers, equivalent to a small principality, twenty gold is enough for us to delay for half a month." By then, the portal will definitely be set up, so you don't have to worry about cash. ”

"Didn't you say that every inch of land must be fought for when you were rubbing with the southern principalities before?" The skeleton asked strangely, "I often say that even though the area is large, not an inch is superfluous, and those who violate my dignity will be killed no matter how far away, how did it change so quickly?" ”

"How is it the same, our backer was purgatory before, but now there is no such a big backer, after the land is restored, there is no natural danger to help us, it is difficult for us to hold on, it is better to sell it for a good price in advance," Alan said calmly, "Besides, ten years ago, it was originally their original land, because it was polluted and had to withdraw, let them Percy feel that I was wronged but I understand the righteousness, and if the other party dares to enter more, I will let Percy invite His Excellency North out to stand up." ”

"You don't seem to have the confidence you used to have." The skeleton is not a happy look.

"Confidence is strength, although the southern principality has all kinds of internal battles, it is very consistent externally, and it is close to the gate of the astral plane, there are many legendary powerhouses, although Percy is not afraid of them, but I know that he does not want to use his strength against humans, so it is completely necessary to rely on the Holy City." Alan is very self-aware, although he has divine blood, but there are more divine blood, and now his territory and city are very weak, and he can't play hard resistance, besides, relying on his husband is righteous, who is not happy to find one.

"What happens if I still refuse?" The skeleton asked cautiously, stepping back a meter.

"The corpse you want to make seems to be missing the most important thing, doesn't it, I seem to have some news......" Alain looked down and played with a quill pen.

"Okay, you've convinced me." The skeleton nodded, "Say it, news." ”――

"You say, my future cultural teacher will be you???" Nick asked incredulously, his pretty eyes almost rolling down.

"Yes." Percy, who was dressed in uniform, flipped through the lesson plan and said calmly.

"No, I refuse," Nick's voice rose an octave and slapped the table, "My teacher is Lord North, not some kind of anti-product that can be replaced!" ”

"This is my gold medal teacher card," Percy helped the certificate he had just obtained crooked, and the smile on his face was simply impeccable, "According to the teacher training system, it is stipulated that I have the right to select students, and if you are not satisfied, you can appeal to the top, provided that you have enough reasons, believe me, 'It's not that Your Excellency Bei taught me, I don't want to' This kind of reason is a supervisor will reject it for you." ”

"But I can sue you for maliciously obstructing my graduation!" Nick said angrily, his sharp sixth sense told him that the other party was definitely full of malice.

"Sorry, you have to have proof." Percy said calmly.

"I'm too lazy to find any evidence." Nick sneered, "You've been entrenched here for a long time, so I don't believe your Demon Lord lover won't have an opinion." ”

"Alain, I'll go back every day, don't worry about you." Percy calmly replied to him, "Come on, you only have two hours of cultural lessons a day." ”

"Don't think you can stop me." Nick bared his fangs.

"It's a pity you try." Percy flipped back to the first page.

Nick stopped making noise and turned the first page of the textbook.

Both sides looked up at each other at the same time, and sparks flew around.

The next day, Alain received an anonymous letter.

Percy is mine, and a demon who turns his back on the Light is not entitled to him. 】

The paper is a papyrus of the Holy City, and the ink is ordinary ink, so there is no other information.

Alan sneered, this magical idiot also underestimated a high-level mage.

As soon as he raised his hand, a strange flame rose, and the letter burned at his fingertips, recalling the images he had encountered under the power of the fire of time.

From the ordinary mail line back to the Holy City, to the hands of a young man, to his teacher looking at him with admiration during class, to writing the letter while looking at the other person's back......

Alain's fingertips were already sprinkling claws.

Percy has actually been hooked up to be a teacher by a man who covets him!

Absolutely not!

With me here, don't even think about it!