Chapter 59: Dreams and Hope
Hearing Ralph's somewhat dramatic declaration, Matthew wasn't surprised.
After all, in this world, true beauty is hard to find!
March 10th, year 129, noon.
The rich aroma of wheat spread across the temporary living area, carried by the gentle breeze.
Many of the cart pushers who had just received their pay stared at the core of Bay Village with disbelief.
On the newly cleared flat ground, the recruited life and manufacturing talents were enjoying the welcome feast provided by Bay Village.
Twenty tables were surrounded by white bread, piled meat steaks forming a small hill, oriental-style stir-fried dishes, and large cod nearly half a meter long, steaming with irresistible fragrance.
Boiling broth with large bones simmered on the stove, filling the air with a savory aroma that made mouths water.
The free black bread and fish soup that had previously satisfied everyone now seemed far less appealing as they eyed the feast from a distance.
Everyone gathered together, nibbling on their bread and sipping their soup, quietly standing in place.
The primary reason they stayed put was the fully armed soldiers, lined up and standing guard by the fence.
Their palpable killing intent sent chills down everyone's spine.
Perched on her brother's shoulders, little Jixiang excitedly pointed and said:
"Brother, I see that cool big brother from earlier..."
Thankfully, Leon didn't hear that, or his ego would have inflated.
"And that scary steward is there too..."
Poor Ralph's reputation was suffering.
"Who is that? Is he the lord?"
Jifan instinctively looked over and immediately noticed the tall, striking figure.
The tall and lean man carried a more commanding presence than the burly Tom. His long silver robe was intricately embroidered with complex patterns.
Jifan remembered the other identity of this lord: a mysterious and powerful arcanist.
This didn't sit well with Jifan, given that he had grown up in Blood Moon City, which was also under the rule of an arcanist lord.
But what followed left everyone speechless.
A dragon!
No one saw how Yaya had appeared.
When they finally noticed, she was already perched silently on the lord's shoulder.
Beautiful, mysterious, and exuding an aura of unapproachable majesty!
Many people's legs grew weak, and they dared not look directly at Yaya's slender, perfect figure. Others were filled with fanaticism and disbelief.
The rumors were true—this lord truly had a dragon!
A stir of excitement spread through the crowd but quickly settled into silence.
Behind the lord, two dragonborn kobolds strode forward, followed by hundreds of kobolds grouped together.
Yaya glanced over at them, her eyes glinting with bright light, before lowering her head and closing her eyes in a coiled position.
The awe-inspiring entrance had the effect Matthew desired, and a smile appeared on his face. He cast a spell to amplify his voice, speaking loudly:
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Sorcery Monarch
Science FictionCrossing into Netheril, becoming a small lord. Nurturing a Time Whelp, developing arcane magic, and transforming technology. Absorbing populations from various races such as humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, drow, tieflings, and the magicborn, to...
