Behind the portal, a deep voice came.

"Mr. Duran, please make sure the portal is secured. Otherwise, the next teleportation will be dangerous. ”

Duran was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I am on the orders of Lord Six to send a thousand human civilians who have volunteered to open up a new world to your plane. Please rest assured that these 1,000 civilians have undergone our strict inspection and are in good health, strong and free from any infectious diseases. Plus, most of them are adult men and women, and they go to your new plane of their own free will, so you don't have to worry about anything. On top of that, we'll deliver enough food to feed a thousand civilians for a year's worth of survival. ”

Duran was silent for a moment, and finally understood what the gift Six's had given him in his letter was exactly what it was. He actually sent a thousand people and enough food for these people to survive for a year directly to Duran in private.

This gift is not invaluable.

However, at this time, Duran suddenly remembered what Six had said to him before, the more power he gained from the contract, the more difficult it would be to break out of the contract. The eight members of the Supreme Council are all like this, which is why they plot a big plan to get out of the evil contract. But on the other hand, these eight people must have also gained more power from the contract than ordinary people can imagine.

With Duran's current authority, it can only be estimated that a transcendent existence like Six has definitely more than ten private planes, and its population and food must be very large. In Duran's opinion, his gift is undoubtedly a gift in disguise, but for Six, it may just be a casual investment.

This kind of investment is just a drop in the bucket for Six, but it is of great significance to Duran and is a win-win strategy.

Thinking of this, Duran confirmed that the silver box was completely fixed, and then shouted to the person inside the door, "Wait a minute. ”

"Yes, sir."

……

Duran walked to the middle of the plain, with the Tower of Dawn to the east and the Tower of Shadows to the west. The three lairs are in good order, the jungle fairies are playing on the Blessed Tree, and Duran has not yet assigned a mission to these gentle little goblins; The dwarfs and the mercenaries gather and talk noisily; The Hades stayed on their own turf and watched all this coldly.

Although the plane has been formed, and these people are all Duran's people, there is a faint barrier.

"It seems that running a territory is really a lot of brains." Duran smiled bitterly in his heart, and now, he continues to be a talent who can be trusted to be good at managing the territory. And in fact, there are really not many such talents on the Fernanda Continent. The reason is also very simple, but all the lords of the Ruha Empire are essentially dragonmen. The black-clothed people and the dragonmen were incompatible, how could he find the dragonmen to help him manage the territory of this plane.

He thought about it, and the only person who could be the administrator of the realm was Chloe.

Thinking of that woman who was as smart as snow, Duran secretly decided that after finishing the matter of the Deep Sea Crown, he must go to White Sands Town. On a whim, Duran asked Chloe to assume the identity of a dragonman, hoping to get more information before the dragon prince's army arrived. However, after several communications with Chloe using the Partridge Bird in the past period, he found that the status of the Lord of White Sands among the dragonmen nobles was too low, and he could not find any valuable information.

Some of the information she got was not even as effective and timely as the spies that the black-clothed people had planted next to some of the big nobles. Coupled with the fact that the girl had conveyed her uneasiness to Duran during the last time she had communicated with Chloe, it was clear that not everyone in White Sands was happy with such a weak woman in power.

In that case, Duran thought it would be better to let Chloe leave White Sands so that she could make the most of her talents.

After all, now that his plane was newborn, there were so many things that he felt a little anxious. He needed a helper to help manage the territory, and Chloe was the best person in his mind.

But that's all for later, and now he has to build up the territory single-handedly, and when Chloe comes, he'll have a clue.

He took a few steps forward and opened the last box he had been holding.

Miniature castles.

To put it simply, this is a castle that has been subjected to a caste shrinking technique. It is very similar to the Tower of Shadows restored by Duran before, with the only difference being that the Tower of Shadows can be repeatedly reduced and restored. And this miniature castle in his hand can only be restored once.

Duran chose a location and immediately confirmed that the miniature castle would be restored.

In the next second, a wave of incomparable magic power erupted from the miniature castle in the palm of his hand, and Duran stared directly at the supreme product of alchemy—a burst of colorful light made him dizzy, and by the time he came back to his senses, he was already in an ancient castle!

The castle is quiet and strong, and the walls are mottled but solid, and from the outside, it seems to be thousands of years old. But Duran knew that this was just a façade, and the miniature castles made of alchemy were all brand new.

"Your Excellency? Is this your castle? The red-robed wizard shouted in amazement as he stood on the balcony on the second floor of the Tower of Shadows. He was afraid that Duran would not be able to hear, so he used a two-way voice transmission technique.

When the Miniature Castle was released, it automatically included all of Duran's forces. Even the two tallest towers were firmly surrounded by the outer walls, and the three lairs were encased between the inner and outer walls, and everyone was amazed by the magical power. The four silver mercenaries knelt reverently, knocked their hands on their chests, and muttered something in their mouths.

Duran smiled and said to Bourne, "What do you think this castle should be called?" ”

The red-robed wizard pondered for a moment and asked, "Castle of Dawn, how's it going?" ”

Duran nodded, "Let's call it Dawn." ”

Byrne was stunned and said, "You think I'm doing well?" ”

Duran said solemnly: "I just don't think it's worth wasting time on things like naming names, I still have a lot to do." ”

Without looking back, he walked over to the portal, which was now enclosed inside the outer wall.

He shouted inside, "You can let them come." ”

"Yes, sir."

The silver portal fluctuated, and the first to appear was a pair of poorly dressed men and women, who appeared in front of the door with haggard expressions, looking around worriedly.

When they saw the empty castle, the magnificent buildings, and the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the place, they were all amazed.

It was then that they heard a gentle voice say:

"Welcome to Castle of Dawn, this is my plane, the plane of dawn." (To be continued.) )