Just as warriors and mages have easily recognizable qualities, druids can easily identify them. Leaves and vines adorned his clothing, making Annan feel a little ironic - like an emperor who claimed to love his people as a son wore a human skull as an ornament.

The druids who appear on the outskirts of Starmoon Bay are mainly elves. There are also rat people, trolls, and werewolves, races that never show their faces in human towns

The druids, who inhabit nature and are in conflict with the town, did not enter the town, and Annan took the initiative to come to the outskirts and accompanied by Ingrid and the captain of the personal guard to come to them and show goodwill: "Our soldiers need to go through battle, and they can help. ”

"No, I don't." A female druid with brown hair wrapped in dark green vines coldly refused.

Francois, who was standing behind Ingrid, was incredulous, and someone had actually exempted Annan's goodwill?

Annan looked inquiringly at the Treant Druid, and it did not deny it: "Human Lord, this is a matter for the Druids. ”

"Protecting nature is everyone's responsibility."

"You humans don't deserve to say that......" The female druid continued with hostile accusations.

Annan did not speak, because the destruction of forests by humans is an objective fact.

"The druids will remember your help." The Treant Druid softened the atmosphere.

Annan asked the captain of the guard to hand them a map showing the location of the Frost Giants, and when the druids transformed into flocks of birds and flew towards the snow-capped mountains of the north like migratory birds, the captain of the guard led the recruits to follow them from afar.

Recruits who haven't been through a battle yet need a baptism, even if it's just to observe.

Sending the druids away, Annan continued with what he was doing - not reading.

Many of the laborers also had families, but a considerable number of them came from Betal City and Nutty City, and Annan's idea was to let them live in Starmoon Bay for a while, let them become the lords of Starmoon Bay, and then let them set off to bring their families through the trade route established by West and Qiong'an. As for the hard labor of Breeze...... Annan only needs to open the portal for them to go back, and then open the portal after half a day for them to lead their relatives back.

This batch of hard labor has made the manpower in Xingyue Bay from barely enough to sufficient, and it is not necessary to build a harbor, a shipyard and cultivate so many people. Annan assigned them to build a road and try to get it to Breeze City as soon as possible.

Back in the study, Annan unleashed a low-level summoning spell. The ogre cowered in the corner, and the bard stood in front of the portal.

"One good news, two bad news." He said.

"Let's talk about the bad ones first."

"Irilanzer is looking for you."

Annan guessed, "The good news is that her new spell has come to fruition?" ”

"Uh-huh."

Annan's coveted "magic newspaper" had an eyebrow, and he just wanted to ask, but what came to mind: "What about the other bad news?" ”

"I'm Irilanzer."

The forward bard suddenly slipped through the portal, and Annan was like a prey trapped in a spider's web, entangled and bound by the elven mentor.

"Do you hate me......

A whisper of sadness weakened Annan's struggle: "...... I don't hate you. ”

Squeak –

"Fabian Clermontsian—"

Ingrid, who saw Annan and the bard embracing each other intimately, didn't want to leave the study: "I'll keep it a secret." ”

Annan's soul was emptied, let Ingrid out, and his life would be over......

"Stop her!"

Annan's voice fell, and the magic of the rope technique flickered, wrapping around Ingrid's hands and feet, and slamming her to the floor.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief: "Can you restore your original appearance first?" ”

"As long as little Annan wants ......"

The silhouette of the bard melted, softness and fragrance emerged, but Annan did not have the heart to indulge, and explained to Ingrid on the ground: "See? She's an elven mentor! ”

It's better to have an affair with an elven mentor than with a bard.

"You don't even want to call me Irillan."

A grieving whisper pulls Annan out of his self-confession, realizing that the current situation is still dangerous: the elven mentor loses his mind and becomes the elven mentor loses his mind in front of Ingrid.

There are only two magical images of Annan and the elven mentor, and the audience is Ingrid.

"Irilan'er...... You should know that we are 100 times ...... age difference"

"Age is not an issue."

"No, it's the problem...... I'm not an adult, and the elven guards won't tolerate your actions. ”

"We can elope!"

"No, I still have my territory and my people." Annan's tone gradually softened: "You should let me think about it for decades...... A long life of a few decades in an elf is as short as a few days, right? ”

"Are you willing to marry me?"

"Uh...... I mean, it takes time to get along......"

Annan struggled to bring the elven mentor back to his senses and changed the subject: "What is the new spell?" ”

Returning to his duties as a mage, Irilanze regained his intellect and wisdom, and recounted that he mixed several alchemical materials with ground recording magic stones, and then used his newly invented "newspaper technique" to stabilize the magic newspaper and achieve the effect that Annan wanted.

"What do you think?" Annan looked at Ingrid, who was lying on the floor.

"Can you let me go first?"

"Sorry......"

Let the elven mentor let go of her, and Ingrid, who got up, went out without anger.

Then there's the cost, a single record of the Philosopher's Stone can make about 300 magical newspapers for seven days.

"What about reducing the expiration date of the magic newspaper to 24 hours? 2100 magical newspapers? ”

"Magic stone powder needs a certain amount to maintain a stable model, and a minimum of 1,000 copies is required."

Annan was already very satisfied, and if a copy cost 10 copper coins, it would just fill Claudia's 1 Jinnar Philosopher's Stone.

Entrusted the elven mentor to send a sample, Annan suddenly thought: "You just said Fabian Clemangel, what's wrong with him?" ”

"Mr. Fabian Clemunger said that the harbor did not need him in the future, and that he was ready to take his reward and leave."

"Let him wait for ...... first"

Annan was going to ask what was going on, and explained to the elven mentor: "Fabian Clemunger is a designer of Port Royal hired from Breezy City at a high price. ”

"Is he an immortal?"

Annan recalled Fabian Clemunger, who had no extra-human characteristics: "No. ”

"Then he's too old to be old?"

"There are still some hair that hasn't turned gray, so it should be ...... Not yet sixty years old. ”

Then the Elven Mentor says that Port Royal of the Tatunn Empire was built 180 years ago.

Annan and the stunned Ingrid looked at each other: "...... Lead a team of guards and capture him with two large water elementals. ”

The process of capturing Fabian Clemunger went well. The old man, who was no longer proud, was escorted to the study in fear, and Annan got straight to the point: "Whose order do you follow?" Gema? ”

Fabian Clemunger did not speak, silence itself was the answer.

And it doesn't matter, Annan lives by one principle: whoever finds trouble with him, he finds trouble with Gema.

(End of chapter)