How terrible has the appeal of the three issues issued by the goblins every week become?

Just look at the arcanists who have defected to the ideal country these days to understand.

It's like scattered sand.

Every day, Charlie has to meet countless people individually.

City officials had to expand again.

After a catastrophe together, the indigenous people of Beira Village finally got five seats.

All three trainee officers were promoted to full officers.

Among them, the half-elf Nao was transferred to the secretary general of the governor.

Don't ask why it's a half-elf, not the other two.

If you ask, it's because it's eye-catching.

is not bad with the elves, and the appearance is not bad.

Even the dark-skinned dark elves have a unique beauty, but it's a pity that Charlie is not good at this.

Her face is right.

Most of the municipal officials have been supplemented to do a good job of 'pre-job training'.

Charlie's heavy work was suddenly halved.

But it's still busy.

She had to personally meet every arcanist who had defected to the Ideal Country, and comfort him with sincere words.

Pour a few bowls of 'chicken soup' and watch as the Arcanists begin to wipe their tears.

She then 'painted a big pie' for the other party, and only made no distinction between the south, east, and west of people.

In the end, I watched as these arcanists turned their grief and anger into strength, and swore to run out and contribute to their ideal hometown.

In the words of the black dragon, who had silently witnessed everything, it was: 'It is simply an evil art'.

Every Friday.

The last legal working day of the week in Ideal Township.

On this evening, Charlie will hold a small orientation party.

Welcome to the new Arcanists of the Ideal Village.

At the same time, it is also a social meeting to guide these cramped 'newcomers' to quickly integrate into the atmosphere of the ideal township.

There's goblins and gold coins.

Even though the empire has just experienced a war and there is a shortage of materials in the empire, there is no shortage of good food and wine.

Magnificent architecture, fine food and wine......

These arcanists, who once thought that the arcane would be extinct in the long river of history, were all unable to control themselves.

Many of them did not participate in the war that decided their fate.

But he knew what terrible consequences a 7-second magical silence could be.

Wine is often the best 'placebo' when the arcanists who have been through the ups and downs are drunk.

One person made such a suggestion.

"We should form an organization to fight against the oppression of the magicians!"

Ideal Township was originally a floating city.

Originally, the Floating City was a small group with a large arcanist as the core.

But at the moment, no one wants to mention Floating City.

Despite Charlie's public remarks, he said that he would definitely make the floating city ascend again.

But now no one believes it except herself, and the dwarves who are committed to it.

When this proposal was mentioned, it was approved by all the new Arcanists.

Everyone at the orientation party looked at Charlie.

I saw that there were eight Ain stones flying above his head, with different colors, and Charlie, who was dressed in a black robe, muttered for a moment:

"Let's call it the 'Coastal Black Robe Wizards'."

The casters looked at each other.

They have found out.

The city lord had eight series of Ayn stones on her head, but she attended formal occasions either in aristocratic attire or in black mage robes.

The spellcasters who came to Charlie were of different factions.

So, why the black robe?

Naturally, the black-robed arcanists liked it.

But the other departments were not happy.

"With all due respect, Lord Violet, why the black robe?"

"Because...... I happened to be wearing a black robe today. Charlie was joking half-truthfully.

So, the Coast Black-robed Wizards Association was established.

The next day's "The Secrets of the World You Don't Know", Charlie once again dominated the version.

The goblins also dare to take out anything to make up the word count.

The topic of 'the black-robed wizards of the coast will rise strongly' occupies three pages.

A certain president of the association, who was lying on the bed and couldn't speak, couldn't move, and after seeing it, he was directly angry, and vomited blood in gallons.

His healer had blacklisted the goblin every Wednesday issue.

It is strictly forbidden for the president of the association to watch while he is recuperating in bed.

The establishment of the 'Coastal Black-robed Wizards Society' is like a shot in the arm for the arcanists who have regained their confidence.

They devoted themselves even more enthusiastically to the construction of the territory.

Charlie grouped them into groups.

The plastic energy system, the protection system, the main output and defense, are all transferred to the city defense.

The change system is a brick, where it needs to be moved.

The necromancy was all transferred to logistics.

A group of black robes that make people feel very depressed, rolling up their sleeves to do logistics, is really a big reversal of the image.

What happened to the skeletons? Aren't skeleton soldiers labor?

The remaining departments are packed and distributed to the 'Old Duck' black workshop.

Ahem, in short, they have a great responsibility, and they have to cooperate with the dwarves to develop the project of 'Aoneng battery'.

Everything is in order.

Ideal Township has developed steadily.

There was little to inspire after the war.

But the rapid development of Ideal Township is absolutely inspiring, and it has been slaughtered in the Goblin magazine every Wednesday.

It is true that the floating city is no longer visible in the sky, but in everyone's eyes, the ideal town has replaced it and become a holy place.

Charlie gradually released some management positions to talented people who newly joined the ideal township.

She was not presumptuous in doing so.

Who made her have a super lich in Ideal Township now?

That's how much confidence you have.

After making time, Charlie finally had the time to delve into the arcane skills of the protection system and the illusion department.

These two departments came too late, and obviously became her shortcoming.

It's been a busy week.

The number of people who came to the ideal township continued unabated.

As usual, Charlie followed the arrangement of the chief secretary and met with the new personnel who had joined the floating city.

Today is a little different.

Charlie looked at the information cursoryly.

One of them caught her eye.

A black-robed Grand Arcanist.

Almost all of the people who have come to the Ideal Land these days are Arcanists.

There are few Grand Arcanists.

This is also a sad thing.

Most of the Grand Arcanists live in the Floating City.

As a result, even if they did not participate in that war, they could not escape their fate.

For the first Grand Arcanist to defect in recent days, Charlie still attaches great importance to it.

A separate meeting was even arranged.

The location of the meeting with the newlyweds was all selected in the ideal township.

During this period of time, through the joint efforts of the newly added transformation arcanists.

The buildings in the city have been renovated and reinforced.

Seriously, it doesn't look like it fell from the sky by a calamity.

Its level of luxury is not inferior to that of the Platinum Palace in the imperial capital.

Charlie pushed open the door and walked in.

He was followed by Li and Mr. Yinlong.

Because there is no shortage of manpower, the sevens are now on duty as Charlie's janissaries.

And the silver dragon ......

Charlie understands that he only has black dragon cubs in his eyes.

So, is it true that all silver dragons are 'baby-sucking madness', or is this silver dragon the only one who has a 'soft spot' for the cub of the black dragon?

Charlie has always been very friendly.

I don't have a fight with anyone.

"Mr. Marty, please be seated." Charlie had a stack of documents in his hand.

It's all about the people she wants to meet in the future.

The black-robed man named Marty looked hesitantly at the two behind Charlie.

A silver-haired elf, possibly a half-elf.

The other Scarface looks like a mercenary.

There are no casters.

"Well, excuse me, I can follow; Talk about it alone? The black robe said embarrassedly.

Charlie was slightly stunned, and then frowned, "It's all my own people here, so I might as well say it." ”

Marty saw that this arcane genius was resolute, and he knew that if he said more, he would arouse suspicion.

Simply, he just thought that he was well prepared, and suddenly attacked.

Show one’s true colors in the end.

The black robe pulled a scroll out of his sleeve.

Lao Li is still a mercenary in the end, and his reaction speed is still there.

He directly knocked down Charlie, who hadn't reacted yet.

At this moment, the black-robed Marty tore apart the magic scroll.

A sealed super-magic roared out.

However, doomed to be in vain.

The 'silver-haired elf' with the ultimate sense of presence only took a step forward lightly.

From his back grew a huge dragon wing.

The dragon's wings were shielded in front of him, like a shield.

The powerful silver dragon wings blocked the super fire magic that rushed to the face.

The black-robed magician forgot about the action behind him and was directly dumbfounded.

This is a dragon with him, or a silver dragon!

How else can this be killed?!

Hemp eggs!

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