Author: Conquer people with virtue

The meaning of Victor's words couldn't be clearer.

After possessing the plane crystal of Joseph Garden, it means that they can move freely in Joseph Garden without worrying about side effects, let alone death.

"Take it." Victor smiled and distributed the golden chips in his hands to everyone.

Theos also took it carefully and pinched it gently with his fingers.

Seeing that everyone was afraid of getting bumped when holding it in their hands, Victor said, "Don't be so careful."

"Plane crystal is the embodiment of plane rules. In the material plane, physical collision will not damage it. From a certain perspective, it can be called one of the hardest substances."

"President, when will we go there?" Milo asked.

"Well..." Victor pondered for a moment and then said: "You can do it at any time, but my suggestion is that you'd better adjust your condition to the best before starting your journey."

"If you can touch the threshold of a higher level before then, I think you may have greater gains."

Everyone understood what the president meant, that is to say, it would be best to go when the breakthrough to the legend is approaching.

"So be it!"

Victor smiled slightly, leaving time to these young people, and disappeared.

As soon as the president left, everyone in the Yulin Society could no longer suppress the excitement in their hearts, and the demons began to dance wildly.

"Woohoo!" Brat jumped three feet high.

"Can you be more reserved, Bulat? It's hard to imagine that the bard could be someone like you." Theos felt a little funny.

"What does this have to do with anything?" Brat picked up the plane crystal, put his mouth to it and kissed it.

Not to mention Blatter, the others are pretty much the same.

"Please, this is your chance to become a legend! I don't know how many people have fallen under the threshold of the legendary gate, and they will never be able to look inside for the rest of their lives!"

"Is that so?" The only one who could keep his composure was Theos. He thought about it carefully and felt that it was indeed the case. He agreed: "That's right. If there is no special opportunity, I might also need it.

Decades.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was still excited suddenly fell silent.

Everyone:......

Obviously, the joys and sorrows of humans and dragons are not the same!

After a while, Renn turned to look at Milo.

"Does the Bloodborne Sect still accept followers?"

"Ahem." Milo couldn't answer this question.

"Okay, no more joking." Theos waved his hand.

"During this period, if you have nothing to do, how about going to my territory?" Theos said his inner calculation.

It's better to choose a day than to hit it. The right thing to do is to kidnap this group of people to Osfil and squeeze out all the value.

After waiting for a while, it was difficult to find it.

"No problem." Everyone agreed.

"What else can you say?"

Theos smiled slightly and snapped his fingers briskly. A portal slowly opened from the door.

It’s great to be a mage!

"Welcome to Osfil!"

…

Half a month later, Rum Valley.

Perhaps it is no longer appropriate to call it Rum Valley. Since the administrative center of Osfil moved here, the higher authorities gave it a new name, called Rum Industrial Area.

Compared with four years ago, it can be said that a lot of changes have taken place here.

First, the iconic blast furnaces that can be seen from outside the valley have been increased from one to five.

The fortress originally used to defend the valley entrance has been demolished because it seriously hindered transportation.

After Osfil had sufficient manpower, the committee transferred many new people here to ensure that the production capacity here could keep up.

There is no other way. The four years of war with the orcs have made Theos feel deeply ill-equipped.

Although the war gradually subsided during this period, production in the Rum Industrial Zone did not slow down correspondingly.

Viewed from a high altitude, several railways with large openings and closings are distributed in the valley.

Although the Logistics Department has not yet developed the thing called the "train" proposed by Theos, these railways still provide great convenience to workers in transportation.

Mine carts pulled by mules and horses are constantly coming and going on the railway. The tinkling sounds of the blacksmith shops that make various equipment and equipment are heard from morning to night.

Because the smelting technology is not yet mature, the black smoke and cinders produced by the blast furnaces and blacksmith shop furnaces have filled the place with dust that cannot be swept away.

This is the Rum Industrial Zone.

In a residential area slightly away from the production line, a group of little goblins, little headmen, and little gnomes ran out of a small courtyard.

"School is over!" The children seemed to have escaped from a cage, stepping through the gate of the small courtyard, stepping on the pitted ground mixed with coal ash and sewage, and scattered into the alleys extending in all directions.

At the entrance of the small courtyard, there is a crooked sign stained with dust - Lum Industrial Zone Primary School.

"Maka! Let's go buy a candy together!"

As soon as the five or six goblins came out, they discussed where they would go to play later. Recently, something called maltose became popular among the children in the industrial area.

These goblins were all carrying small bags, and there was black stain hidden on their clothes and under their fingernails, but they obviously didn't care.

Although Theos also expressed concern about production safety and production hygiene, Robbie also attached great importance to formulating a series of regulations.

But once we get down there, it's still like this, and there's nothing we can do about it.

In fact, the lives of these children who grew up in the Rum Industrial Zone are actually quite good. They have no worries about food and drink, and they can even have some pocket money of their own.

This is not found in other places except Osfir City. At present, Osfir has not developed a commodity economy, and everything still adopts the mode of distribution and supply.

"But...I..." Maka hesitated.

"Oh, let's go! If it's a little later, there won't be anything!" On the other hand, his friend held his hand.

"Let's go and buy some candy!"

This group of goblins ran very fast without looking at the road, and almost ran into a kobold miner who was carrying a pickaxe on his back.

"Little Carrot Head! Watch the road!" The kobold was startled. By the time he shouted, the goblins had long disappeared.

Shaking his head, the kobold felt helpless and continued on his way.

In the blink of an eye, more than an hour passed.

Maka carried her bag through the crowded alleys and came to a house that looked quite large.

"It's over..."

Maka was going home as soon as school was over, but unexpectedly she was forcefully dragged away by her friend...

Okay, Maka admitted that he did want to buy some candy. But when he carefully put the piece of red and transparent candy in his mouth, the taste instantly made him forget what was in his mind.

When I came to my senses later, they had been playing like crazy for a long time.

As if she had made up her mind, Maka gritted her teeth and pushed open the door.

"Squeak."

Not surprisingly, an adult goblin who looked half-aged was already waiting in the room.

"Kneel down!" Rob's voice seemed to make the whole house tremble.

Maka didn't dare to resist at all, so she obeyed and fell to her knees with a plop.

Rob looked at his son and resisted the urge to pick up the hemp rope and teach him a lesson. Normally, that would be fine, but at this time, it was not possible.

Because the Wanling Academy school was about to start, he had to send his son to take the entrance exam, which was a great expectation.

Wanling College is opening this time. If you can be the first batch of students, the benefits after successful graduation are self-evident.

After a while, Rob saw Maka acting calmly, and his anger was mostly gone, and he said in a deep voice: "Get up."

"Take out your notebook."

Robbie planned to test his son, and Maka knew it well.

Walking to the desk and sitting down, taking out a notebook and a piece of charcoal, Maka took a deep breath.

While Rob was talking, Maka was writing. Soon, the small notebook was filled with lines of writing, which was actually quite neat.

Rob took the notebook, read it line by line carefully, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Maka breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had passed the test.
To be continued...