In the dark and damp Abyssal Territory, Cyril lay slumped in a chair.
Of course, strictly speaking, given his non-human body structure, "curled up" might be a more fitting description.
"That shouldn't be..."
Cyril muttered to himself, "Why would it die right after being recruited?"
Looking at the loan balance of 30,000 Prestige on the interface, he was on the verge of collapse.
What was even more critical was that he had spent precious Heroic Soul Crystals but failed to recruit a Supreme Hero. Once the Trial Land ended, he would surely incur the Abyssal Queen's wrath.
"Master, the residents are still dissatisfied with the tax collection ratio, and there are more complaints."
Just as Cyril was agitated, a strangely shaped Abyssal official bowed and approached, bringing another piece of bad news.
"Still dissatisfied??"
Cyril's face darkened, and he roared, "I've already lowered it to ten percent! Do those low-level bugs want to rebel?!"
As he spoke, he opened the territory interface and found that the public sentiment value had reached 65, a very dangerous number.
"Besides that..." The official hesitated, unsure, "According to rumors circulating below, the Naga leader in charge of security has been frequently gathering people for meetings in private. It seems there really is a trend of rebellion."
"Bastard."
Cyril was enraged upon hearing this and was about to issue an order to quell the unrest with strong measures.
Suddenly, he frowned, and countless slippery tentacles instantly wrapped around his head.
"No... these changes are too sudden."
He immediately realized the unreasonableness of it.
"But after investigation, no one other than the army has had contact with people outside the territory," the official reported again.
"Go and appease them first." Cyril irritably twisted his tentacles into a knot. "For the next three months, taxes will be completely waived, and the security department's salaries will be increased by 30 percent."
"Make sure to stabilize the residents. Everything can be dealt with after we eliminate that human lord, then we can handle internal matters."
He didn't have a Supreme Hero, but fortunately, he still had an Immortal-tier commander who could lead the army.
Eliminating a human lord who had just gone through a major battle should not be a problem.
"Master..."
The official opened his mouth, full of viscous saliva, and spat out a Zhan blue crystal, stammering as he handed it to Cyril, "This is intelligence pried from a human lord today. You'd best see it yourself..."
"Projection Stone?"
Cyril wrapped the stone with his tentacles and injected magic into it.
Soon, blurry images of two armies clashing slowly unfolded before his eyes.
Although the images were not clear, Cyril immediately recognized that one of the armies was Romani's legion.
"How is that possible...?"
The more Cyril watched, the more shocked he became, until Romani's army was completely annihilated like a decaying tree, and Romani herself was instantly killed by a mysterious strike.
His entire body of tentacles danced in fear and unease!
"This isn't right..."
"Instantly killing a Fourth Tier!! How could such power exist in the Trial Land?!"
Cyril's heart pounded.
It was already widely known in the three major regions that Super Love Farming possessed a Light Dragon legion.
Undoubtedly, the lord who fought Romani was Super Love Farming.
After the entire battle!
The latter had only lost less than 10% of his military strength?
It was simply unbelievable!
Even the favored sons of heaven from those large tribes in the three major regions could never achieve such a degree!
If he didn't have a Supreme Hero, his military strength was almost identical to Romani's.
If he really came into conflict with Super Love Farming, the outcome would definitely be miserable.
Thinking of this,
Cyril's face showed lingering fear, and he said with trepidation, "Fortunately! Lady Luck favored me. If I had learned the news a little later, I probably wouldn't even have had the chance to be punished."
"Master, our transmission this time might have been a bit rash." The official's face also looked bad.
One could only transmit once in the Trial Land.
The current situation left them in a dilemma.
"Shrink the residents' activity range."
Cyril instructed, "Strictly forbid approaching his territory!"
"Yes, Master." The official was about to leave but was called back.
"And!" Cyril remembered the strange reason for the claim and said with a grim face, "If you encounter other humans outside the territory, stay away immediately! No contact whatsoever!"
"Yes!" The official nodded.
Just then.
A rush of footsteps came.
The two turned to look, and a Naga officer in charge of guarding the city wall ran over.
"Master! There's a human outside claiming to be an envoy from Super Love Farming who wants to see you!"
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Zhang San finished the last Blood Wheat bun, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and looked at his wife at the table with gentle eyes: "I'm off!"
"Mm..."
Across from him, a pregnant woman with a big belly showed a hint of worry in her eyes and instructed, "Be careful, the baby and I will wait for you to come back."
"Don't worry!"
Zhang San laughed heartily, stood up, and said, "Being able to work for the Lord is a blessing many people pray for but can't get!"
As he spoke, he opened a box nearby and took out a brand new, well-fitting garment from it.
When unfolded.
This garment was pure white, with a delicate and smooth texture, and exquisite lace patterns embroidered at the edges.
Zhang San carefully put it on, and his whole demeanor immediately changed.
From his appearance alone, no one would have guessed that he was originally just an ordinary commoner.
"Good son, I hope you're already nursing when your dad comes back!"
Zhang San gently stroked the woman's belly, glanced at the sky, and said, "It's time to go!"
With that.
He opened his mouth and spat into his palm, slicked his hair back, and tidied himself up into a neat appearance.
Leaving the house.
His attire immediately drew envious glances from other passing residents.
"Hmph hmph~"
Zhang San held his head high, chest out, and strode to the city gate.
At this moment, many residents dressed in the same clothes as him were already orderly lining up to board the Light Dragons.
However, as a special case,
He didn't need to queue. After explaining his identity to the guard captain, he immediately went to the front of the line.
"You're Zhang San, right?"
Wang Qiu'er raised her head slightly, "Do you still remember your mission?"
"Lord Wang!" Zhang San saluted respectfully, then heavily pounded his right fist on his chest, his face flushed as he said loudly, "Of course I remember!"
"Here, I am just an ordinary resident!"
"When I'm out, I represent the Lord and the entire territory! I am the Ambassador!"
"It doesn't matter if the foreign races understand, it's very important where my head falls!"
Wang Qiu'er nodded in satisfaction, "Go, don't worry about the foreign races' dignity. Do whatever you want!"
"Mission accomplished!"
Zhang San responded, and with the help of the guards, he mounted a Light Dragon and flew south at an extremely fast speed.
"Lord Wang..."
Another man with a full beard and a delicate round face was brought over by the guards.
"Awei..."
Wang Qiu'er looked at the list, subtly moved her stool back, and repeated, "Do you remember your mission?"
"I must remember!"
Awei chuckled and held up a small gift box in his hand, "I even brought bread. If this mission fails..."
"If it fails, I'll arrange a blind date for you," Wang Qiu'er interrupted, "Go."
"Ah... that's terrifying then." Awei shrunk his neck and walked reluctantly towards another Light Dragon.
He tried to climb onto the dragon's back like Zhang San.
Bang...
The young dragon suddenly kicked him, sending him tumbling to the ground.
"Roar—"
The young dragon glared at him, raised its front paw, and clenched its fist like a human, as if saying, "Come here."
This is reputation!