Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 593 - 255: Is This Striking It Rich?!
Bain was quite shaken by the series of messages.
Extraordinary plans to infiltrate the swamp?
A space channel from the Dimension Plane will appear near the territory, and there are tens of thousands of Level 18 creatures?
The last piece of information was even more shocking—the Master of Dawn’s Angel Legion is about to approach the swamp!!
Something big is about to happen.
Bain’s heart was trembling.
Any one of these is giving him a bit of a headache.
He took a deep breath, his tone heavy.
"Your Majesty, has something happened?"
Lear replied slowly.
"The situation might be changing faster than we anticipated; the future has become blurry..."
As the collapse of the Underworld approaches, tension and unrest filled the air.
Now, no one knows what the future will hold.
Bain took a deep breath.
"I understand!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
"The farmland we’ve cultivated has already begun to harvest in bulk; from now on, we can harvest two to three thousand acres every week, with enough food to support the territory’s development."
"Additionally, I’ve arranged for the Vine Fairy to construct a superlarge grain storage warehouse, expected to extend 200 meters underground."
"By then, all the food can be stored inside."
Bain immediately grasped the crux of the problem.
The external situation changes beyond our control, unaffected by our will; all we can do is prepare in advance.
Among these preparations, food is key.
The territory can lack anything, just not food.
After speaking, he paused for a moment, organized his words, and continued.
"Your Majesty, we should also store some fresh water; now the situation is unpredictable, and it’s inevitable that water sources might run dry one day."
He had once lived in a swamp, forced to flee due to the depletion of water veins, ultimately becoming a slave.
There’s no such problem currently, but what about the future? No one can predict...
Lear heard this, and his gaze slightly shifted.
This indeed requires consideration.
In this Fantasy World, water sources generally originate from places with a rich concentration of water elements.
These water elements condense into droplets, gradually attracting more water elements until a water vein forms.
Water flows outward, accommodating tributaries, gradually converging into large rivers or underground dark rivers.
Though the swamp isn’t short on water, storing it on a large scale is not so simple.
The best approach would be to directly acquire a water vein and place it in the Divine Kingdom.
Let it continuously produce fresh water.
This way, even if the external situation drastically changes, Weilu City will have sufficient water resources.
However, obtaining a water vein is not easy; it’s not simply about moving water...
"I will find a solution for this matter."
"You should arrange all aspects of the territory’s work; the more complex the situation, the greater the need for stability."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"By the way, how have the barbarians been settled?"
"They’ve all been allocated houses and today, personnel will be arranged for missionary work."
"At the same time, they’ll participate in various tasks of the territory."
"Good, as the Two-headed Ogre will gradually separate from the production system, focus on arranging for the barbarians to replace them."
"Understood..."
"Is there anything else to report?"
"The Venus Flytrap can now produce sugar on a large scale! But currently, it’s being stockpiled, with nowhere to process it temporarily..."
Speaking of this, Bain felt a bit helpless.
Originally intended to trade the syrup from the Venus Flytrap for resources in Lorand City, now that war has started, trade routes are directly cut off.
The original trading partners—the Night Shadow Clan and the barbarians—have both been assimilated by Weilu City.
There’s no one left... So these good things are just sitting there.
Lear replied slowly.
"No rush, store the sugar for now; when food becomes scarce, these will be precious strategic resources."
Sugar may not seem valuable ordinarily, as if having it doesn’t make much difference.
But during times of food scarcity, it becomes a rare commodity.
The key information has hinted that climate will undergo drastic changes, and food production will significantly decrease.
What we’re storing now isn’t sugar, but countless lives of the future.
Bain readily agreed.
After the two exchanged some governance matters, with nothing else pressing, Bain went off to make arrangements.
The number of people in the territory is now increasing, and it’s hard to do without people; while City Hall’s various departments have been filled with many personnel.
But there’s still a shortage, and Bain, as the Chief Civil Officer, has no choice but to devote more effort to work.
Amidst the busyness, nightfall came quickly.
Having not performed on stage for a long while, Mar, the Level 16 Swamp Boggart, rare for today, brought along two other Level 15 companions to perform a new drama... The Glory of the Swamp.
The content wasn’t complicated; it narrates the changes in life from the perspective of Weilu City’s residents, without explicitly stating, yet in every aspect, it promotes the greatness of the Swamp God.
And upon their advancement, the performance effect improved dramatically compared to before, even captivating Lear.
The ordinary audience was even more enthralled, and the barbarians almost soared in joy.
Completely immersed in the theatrical performance.
After the performance concluded, many seemed to have a fire burning in their chests, silently following the residents to the church...
After this drama, thousands of barbarians became shallow believers.
Without exception.
This made the Barbarian Chief Betina watch with a complex expression.
She had a feeling, even without external invasions, the Barbarian Territory might naturally become part of Weilu City.
Faith prevails.
The Swamp Boggart’s allure ability has become extremely exaggerated after obtaining the power from the Master of Heart Eating, describing it as perverse is not even an overstatement.
