Mo Yan didn't come to find Belica, because he had basically completely forgotten about the pirate. He had planned to set up a seamen's academy in Thunder Bluff to see if he could recruit some veteran sailors from the coastal cities of Elam as instructors to train a large number of seafarers who could sail ships for Thunder Bluff.

But because of all kinds of things happening, Mo Yan didn't remember his decision. He didn't find anything for Belica to do, but he didn't allow her to leave the White House, which led to Belica staying in the White House every day, with nothing to do but hone her fighting skills.

However, forgetting the existence of this woman, Mo Yan didn't feel sorry, after all, he hated pirates in the first place. If it weren't for the fact that Berica herself was good-looking, and that Thunder Bluff really needed seafarers, he wouldn't have even let her survive.

When Mo Yan came to the training room, it was already a little late. However, Belika, who had spent another day in the training room, had not yet eaten dinner, and she saw his surprise when the minotaur entered the door, and knew that he had not come to find her, so she simply said a few words to the minotaur and left.

As a captive woman, she is unlikely to have much to say to her captors. Her years as a pirate make her cherish every moment of her chance, and she will comply with the victor's demands in order to survive, while always trying to escape from the monster city.

However, according to her careful observation, although the White House does not seem to be well guarded, it is actually full of many secret sentinels, which is one of the reasons why she has not fled for a long time. Caught directly by the black dragon to the Thunder Cliff, she can only roughly know her location in Elan, and she will not easily escape if she is not familiar with the path. What's more, even if she escaped from Thunder Bluff, she had nowhere to go, and her father's fleet had already been wiped out at the beginning.

After Belica left, Mo Yan locked the door of the training room, and then took off his clothes one by one, leaving only a large red cloth pocket hanging around his waist. The reason why he took off his clothes was not because he was like Belica, who would sweat a lot when he exercised, but because once he exerted his muscles, the muscles on his body would explode and tear the fitting clothes into rags. For this, Mo Yan wanted to ask the Hulk what kind of material his pants were made of...... Mo Yan came to the training room to try his new powers, and in the dream world, he defeated and devoured the witchcraft power divided by the goddess little by little, and finally obtained the rule core of the witchcraft power. And the goddess told him that the witchcraft power he devoured was fused with his soul, which increased his soul power and changed his soul at the same time.

So that he would not be afraid of the invasion of other witchcraft, it also gave his attack the surname of witchcraft. However, while he gained new powers, he was also slightly worried about a philosophical question: if even the soul has changed, then he is still not himself?

However, this question only bothered him for three seconds, and he simply threw it aside. Just like why "I" is "me", this kind of question is only thought about by idle people. Even if his soul was changed, Mo Yan knew who he was and what he was doing, and that was enough.

It's not the same when everyone thinks about it, and it's not just ** that grows with age. Every thing or object that comes into contact with us from birth has the potential to affect the heart and soul of a person, causing it to be moved, painful, joyful, and troubled, and then people will understand kindness, perseverance, and determination.

The only thing Mo Yan was concerned about now was the new power that the power of witchcraft brought to him. He could feel something different flowing through his body, but he didn't know what kind of effect and damage would come from using this power. From waking up and pretending to be stupid, I have endured it until now, and I really admire Mo Yan's endurance.

In the training room, Mo Yan put his hands together on his waist, trying to make a turtle style qigong posture, concentrating all the power of the witchcraft into the palm of his hand. As the power in his body continued to gather, a black flame erupted from Mo Yan's hands, and it continued to strengthen as the strength became more and more concentrated. However, it did not form any energy balls in the palms.

He used all his strength, and even Mo Yan, who had all the muscles in his body bursting, couldn't get out of the turtle sect qigong to launch it, and finally had to put away the middle two looks, and looked at his bubbling black hands and said with some disappointment: "Is this at most the level? I thought it was something great, that is, an attack effect was added, that is, it could emit black fire or something all over the body in battle." ”

Mo Yan revoked his control over the energy, walked to the place where he had stacked his clothes, and stretched out his hand to get dressed and leave. But the black flame in his hand did not disappear completely, and only a small trace of black flame that still existed, after touching the clothes, instantly made the shiny clothes quickly decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, like [***] food.

"Oh...... I see. Looking at the clothes that had been rotten into a mess, Mo Yan looked at his hands and suddenly realized. It seems that this power is not the same as I imagined.,I originally thought that the power of witchcraft would be similar to magic.,Even if the essence is different, at least you can send something like a witchcraft ball.,But I didn't expect it to be a corrosive power.。

This is a good force, but I don't know how far this power can go, if it can easily corrode the armor and weapons of the Chosen Warriors, it will make Mo Yan's attacks more diverse. When Mo Yan confronted the Chosen Warrior, a black flame suddenly ignited to kill his sister in his arms!

However, this black flame should not only have corrosive power, and other ways to use it should be to ask Ruiz, or those mages who have just arrived at Thunder Cliff. This mysterious power Mo Yan can be said to have no understanding at all, even if he can control it like his own body, it will not operate as he thinks.

After gathering the power of witchcraft and studying Heiyan for a while, Mo Yan, who really couldn't see any other use, decided to go back to the bedroom to rest, but just when he opened the door lock and was about to go out, a breeze blew from the crack in the door and made the red cloth strip under him flutter in the wind, and Mo Yan realized it...... He had no clothes to wear.

More than two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and Thunder Cliff has returned to its usual calm. And in addition to dealing with ordinary official duties every day, Mo Yan soaked in the city's research center with Ruiz and others, developing all kinds of magical tools. The collision of Earth's heterogeneous thinking with indigenous magic and mechanical technology is unpredictable.

Over the course of more than two months, Mo Yan, with the help of Ruiz and the Grey Dwarf craftsmen, finally came up with a cheap medium-sized power generation device, and even made a usable electric lamp. Although the equipment used to make the light bulb required magic to make it, this set of equipment did not require a person with magical powers to control and use, which led to the mass production of electric lights.

Electric lamps that use electricity are much cheaper than expensive magic lamps, which require wiring, and the ironforge fort in Mount Julico is now in rough outline, and a large, fully equipped furnace is in operation. This furnace, designed by the Grey Dwarves, can process minerals into a variety of forms.

And wires of various thicknesses are also produced with special equipment. After Mo Yan succeeded in building a small power plant in the city, the street area near the White House was quickly lit up by electric lights, and a large number of wires were transported from the Iron Fort every day until the generator was at capacity.

This makes all the people of Thunder Bluff come to the vicinity of the White House at night and watch the street lights on the side of the road instantly light up, which is a miracle in the eyes of the Salts and Gray Dwarves who have been using fire oil for lighting. Every night, under every bright street lamp, there is a group of people who look at the bright electric lights with their heads held high, trying to understand the principle.

It is worth mentioning that the construction of street lights near the White House has made the already high housing prices near the White House rise several levels again. It became a veritable upper-class community, and most of the houses that were not ornate at the beginning began to be torn down and rebuilt. A mixture of gray dwarves and Salts rises from these places.

While the citizens of Thunder Cliff yearn for the upper city, they also hope that Mo Yan can build more street lamps to make the whole city bright and brilliant. The strong demand of these residents also ensured the stability of Mo Yan's rule. , what the people want is nothing more than prosperity. If a pig can do this, they will not hesitate to put it on the throne, let alone a kind monster?

In Thunder Cliff, Mo Yan is being promoted all the time, and the Thunder Cliff Weekly Report, which is released every week, also tells what good things Mo Yan has done every week. The Salts in the Thunder Cliff have gradually become accustomed to this monster city lord, and now the general election is getting closer and closer, and the war with Carthage is approaching. But...... Mo Yan was not worried at all, because he had already arranged everything in the new federation, and the general election? It was just a formality......

(To be continued)